It was supposed to be an easy job. Get the phone and run like hell. Make a few hundred bucks for food, a nice hot shower, and a warm bed to sleep in for a night or two if I'm feeling greedy. I was fast on my feet, could blend with any crowd, and kne...
After what felt like a long time, I finally found my father standing behind his warriors, and it pissed me off even more. The coward didn't even have enough respect to fight alongside his pack. How degrading.
An alpha always fought on the front lines with his wolves. It gave the pack hope and power, and it was an honor for the fallen to die fighting beside them. But this battle wasn't an honorable one by any means. Their deaths were pointless and forced, and it sickened me more.
I weaved past their lines and charged straight for him. It had gone on long enough. "Your people are dying out here, and all you do is watch like a coward?" I yelled through our blood bond, the only bond that linked us together.
His head perked up as he turned to me. Viv was on her knees, holding her head from the pain of the battle before her. She was suffering, yet he did nothing for her either.
"Ah. The prince has finally appeared. What took you so long?"
"I'm not a prince. I'm the alpha of this pack, and I'm here to take it back."
He started laughing. "You lost that title. You're no Alpha here. Just a mutt who thinks he's tough."
"You have no honor. A scared dog hiding behind wolf skin. It ends now!" I ran for him, ready to free those in pain under him.
I hardly noticed how quiet everything became as we slammed into each other. It was the echo that caught my attention. The fighting had stopped, and I could feel all eyes were on us.
I couldn't let it affect my focus. My father was a snake who would use anything to get the upper hand, like the attack on the pack house. I couldn't let it cloud my thinking as he planned. I had to trust that Sam could hold his own after all his training, and he had good fight-or-flight instances. Markus, Baxter, and Felix will be there to help. I had to put the attack in their hands because I could do nothing.
My father slammed me into the pavement, making it feel like hundreds of needles stabbed my spine again. It took much of my strength to kick him off before he could rip into my stomach. Looking at him, his black wolf reminded me of our training days together. That same look of hatred in his eyes.
For as long as I could remember he was hard on me and always pushed me past my limits until I was throwing up or passed out. He never cared to stop so I could drink water or simply catch my breath. My childhood was full of yelling and hateful words. Anyone who tried to step in or speak on my behalf would be thrown in a cell for days or weeks.
But I should thank him for not giving me even one memory of a connecting moment with him. Nothing to make me hesitate with each bite or body slam I gave him.
He was able to get away, gaining a few feet between us while blood dripped from his mouth and other areas throughout his body. I could see his legs shaking as he panted.
"You didn't mark him?" He asked, sounding surprised, but his eyes squinted in a growl. "I guess my plan failed in that part, but your so-called mate will be dead soon enough."
His howl shook the road beneath my feet, and I had the urge to lower my head. A true power of an alpha. One that was forbidden by the Shifter's Councils. The Blue Moon pack couldn't fight it as they crumbled against their struggles. Tails tucked between their legs as their ears and heads lowered while they whined.
Revere locked his eyes with me and barked. One that made me step back with a whine, but seeing movement in the corner of my eyes, I knew what he did. I was surrounded by those who were only watching our fight, but looking at them now, I was surrounded by wolves who were now under the control of their alpha's bark. One I knew they couldn't resist at a lower rank.
They tried to fight it, tried to keep their feet planted in place. Slowly, their resistance became no match as my father barked again. One by one, the wolves around me began lunging. It was hard to dodge all of them, but I barely managed without many wounds into an abandoned shop.
I couldn't stop them. The only way to save as many of them as I could under his control was to kill the alpha who barked. I needed to get back to my father, but getting around the whole pack would be challenging.
Wolves began crashing through the windows, letting the rest in while I made my way further inside. I could hear the sound of fighting outside as the war continued. My father was such a coward, using the pack to hide behind, and as much as I didn't want to kill the ones forced to be here, it was near impossible to keep them at a distance in this state.
I squeezed through an office window out the back, taking this opportunity to catch my breath before thinking of my next move. How could I get back to my father without him calling the pack after me? I needed to think.
Just when I thought I couldn't find an opening, Vincent's wolf ran past me with a group of his pack members, Mason, and a vampire. Vincent barked, and I knew what he wanted. I jumped in with the group. Rounding the corner, my father's wolf stood there over Viv, who was on the ground, covering her head to hide from the alpha.
The group of wolves headed right to him. One by one, they separated, lunging toward the oncoming attackers. Vincent jumped on my father first, knocking him off Viv while Mason rushed to cover her. They rolled as Vincent jumped out of the way just in time for me to land on my father's back and rip into the back of his neck.
The old alpha tried to roll and buck me off, but I wouldn't let go. I wouldn't let this chance slip away. All the pain he caused to our pack, the lives he carelessly threw away here today, all of it wouldn't go to waste.
My father tried to alpha bark again, but the pack was held off by Vincent's pack. The witches jumped in, forming a circle around us to keep anyone from breaking through. He wasn't going to get the help he howled for this time.
My teeth sank into his spine, ignoring his desperate pleas for me to stop, calling me his son. I was never his son, not then and certainly not now in his final seconds in the world. I could feel the bones crush under the pressure of my jaw. My thoughts were far off in the distance, thinking of Sam, worried if he was hurt or suffering alone. I couldn't stop wondering if Baxter made it back in time to save his newly marked mate or if they were both dead already.
One more snap of my jaw with all these thoughts circling my mind had my father's yelling through our bond silent. Everything around me grew still as I ripped the crushed bones out of Revere's neck. His body slumped to the pavement before turning back into human form. That's when I knew it was over.
Wolves began howling at the loss of their alpha, and even my wolf howled for my father without a thought. It was the only time I would allow myself to mourn him. One short howl of grief before I stopped and looked down to see his head half torn off. Then I turned to find my old pack bowing their heads to me, their alpha once again. Those who didn't accept it took off running, and I let them go. There was somewhere else we needed to be, and I didn't care to chase them. We all left in a hurry, leaving the dead for now.
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