Raised Among Alphas

12 - Zante

Zante POV

After we crossed the border of the grasslands, a small resistance was waiting for us. Leading them was the wolf I assumed to be the Grey Terror, a tall wolf standing at the center of their formation. I couldn't say I wasn't happy to see the dreaded wolf. The survivors of the previous excursions told us horror stories about the warrior who was death itself.

I was confident in our numbers. We almost tripled theirs. This should've been an easy win, just like I told the pompous Rainforest Alpha, but I was wrong.

I was expecting the big warrior to put on a show, but I was unprepared for what I saw. The wolf started ripping throats effortlessly in a matter of seconds. Not even my biggest wolves stood a chance against him. Almost half of my wolves fell before the Grey Terror.

I knew the battle was lost when I heard their reinforcements coming. I recognized the wolf leading them, a brown-red wolf of alpha blood. That one was Kasthor, their Alpha's brother. He is the one I am here to kill. I met them years ago at the Alpha ceremony of Gatten, the unqualified wolf who leads my former pack in the Mountains—the same brat who exiled me.

Kasthor rushed in, flanked by Mathias, the Beta, and at least thirty wolves behind them. Surprisingly, he avoided the fight. Something unusual, to say the least. I expected to see him engaging in the battle right away. Instead, he dodged my wolves until he reached the brutal Grey wolf that kept reducing my numbers to dust.

That was the moment I realized something so obvious that I ignored it before. The Grey Terror was a female. An unmated she-wolf for whom our dear Kasthor had a special affection. His mate? Must be. The Varon brothers don't have any sisters. Unbelievable.

I've never seen a she-wolf so big, skilled, and powerful.

What a gem.

It's a shame that I have to kill her. I would've loved to possess her, she would be an unmatchable trophy.

I am no stupid. I knew my battle was lost, but I could still make my way to the Terror and end her at once before returning to the Rainforest. If I kill her, it will weaken his mate Kasthor, and then I can come back and finish my job while he is vulnerable. I can still take over this pack before Jathred returns.

Almost as if she could read my mind, she charged for me, and I ran to her.

I'm a skilled warrior; I've seen war before, and I have faced hundreds of wolves, but this one was different. She is lethal, sharp, fast, and unbreakable. For every move I made, she countered it, pressing my weak spots. The closest I came to her neck was her shoulder. I cracked her bones with my bite, but she didn't stop and came for my back. I felt the bones in my back ready to crumble under her bite, and for the first time in my life, I stepped back from a fight.

I saw the wolf standing before me. It was hard to believe that some black and white fur was underneath the ruby gore covering her. She growled at me, ready for more, sending shivers down my legs. And it's hard to admit it, but I couldn't take any more damage.

I had to flee. Kasthor was about to join her. We were outnumbered, my wolves were retreating, and I had nothing left to do.

Run or die. I ran.

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"I WANT ALL THE INFORMATION WE CAN GET ON THE GREY TERROR!" I screamed at one of my spies as he rushed out of the room.

One thing I must acknowledge about these forest wolves is their architecture. They built their homes strong enough to resist storms. This place is a rock fortress.

After my sour defeat, I returned to the Rainforest, facing two madly annoying Alphas. The Rainforest Alpha, and my Alpha and best friend, Vincent, the Rogues Alpha.