𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⸙

1.46𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Zayn could no longer smell Liam in the Shadow Packhouse, which would have been a good sign if Baela and Niall were by his side. Zayn, in his wolf form, protecting his mother who had blocked herself into a corner, watched Baela and Niall at the other end of the room. They fought in their human forms with no time to shift.

All Zayn could think about was Liam. Where was he, if not with Baela or Niall? Did he escape by himself? Did wolves capture him? Zayn hoped with all his heart that Liam wasn't by himself, lost and cold and panicking in the dark woods. Liam was anxious by nature. Zayn hated to think about how frightened his little mate would feel.

Zayn was used to seeing werewolves tear into each other.

Zayn tackled a big brown wolf with a limp. He had no trouble sinking his sharp teeth into the wolf's injured leg, tasting warm blood. The brown wolf whined and tried clawing at Zayn's side. Zayn's wolf form was thick-haired; the other wolf's claws barely scratched him. Another wolf
bounded over to them and bit hard into the brown wolf's back. Zayn released his jaw and let the other wolf drag him off.

Zayn once again backed himself into his mother, baring his teeth and raising his hackles, making his black and brown fur look even thicker. Though Zayn's fluffiness was far from cute. His eyes glowed a deep red that matched the blood around his mouth. His bared teeth gave him a ferocious looking scowl. His claws were also soaked with the blood of his enemies, and his wolf was one of the biggest in the room.

He watched the chaos unfold before him. Wolves clashed and fought to the death. Wolves ripped at throats, wolves snapped at werewolves still in their human forms, crunching their limbs in a single bite. Zayn had the displeasure of watching a southern wolf bite the head of an Omega hard enough to crack their skull in two.

Baela and Niall worked as a team, and they were skilful together. Baela was light on her feet, Niall was strong with his fists and sharp-eyed. Baela had snapped a metal leg off one of Thea's overpriced chairs and used it to her advantage, stabbing and swinging where necessary. She was effortless and almost dancing around other wolves like gravity barely existed.

That's all fine and well, but where the fuck is my Liam?

Wolf after wolf challenged Zayn. Time after time Zayn sent them slinking away with a life-threatening injury and their tails between their legs, or another wolf would step in and help. Zayn scanned the room for Thea's black wolf or Brandon's grey wolf with white paws. He could only see a few members of the Shadow Pack and party guests who had shifted, but half of the wolves werensouthern, and ploughing through them quickly.

Zayn wanted to charge and fight, tearing limbs with his mouth, sinking claws into the belly of his enemies. He wanted to make his enemies whimper. He wanted to fight their Alpha who ordered the attack on the Ethdellin Pack, the night his father died.

Zayn couldn't move from the corner of the room. He had to protect his mother and refused to let her fight. He couldn't lose her too.

The fighting continued for almost an hour before Zayn's pack arrived. By then, Zayn was a little injured. A scrawny Omega had slashed his face with cat-like claws before Zayn pinned it down and ended the Omega with sharp teeth to the throat. Zayn felt the sting across the middle of his face, and on his front left leg, but he was still fuelled on adrenaline and ready for more.

A familiar cluster of howls sent Zayn's heart racing. For a moment, he feared his pack might not come, and let their Alpha die. Zayn hadn't been good to his pack over the past few months, and he wasn't sure how loyal his pack would be when he needed them.

Now, Zayn couldn't have needed his pack more, and they arrived just in time. Five southern wolves formed a line in front of Zayn, staring down their snouts at him, snarling and snapping their jaws. Zayn was ready to fight, but forty Ethdellin Pack wolves burst through the door and
surrounded the southern wolves in minutes. Zayn had never seen a sweeter sight, well, other than Liam, of course.