The Alpha's Saviour

Chapter 128 - A mothers Fury

Magista's POV:
(Viren's Mother)

From the moment Jeff and his men had come to the town, I knew it wouldn't be long until they found us. The magical orb they brought along had been bewitched to see through most illusion magic, urging its user forward.

It was a spell I hadn't seen in action for a very long time. I shook my head to clear of my straying thoughts and began barking orders.

"Anyone strong enough to fight, stand in the front lines, everyone else hide in the large building designed for vampires. It is like a maze in there, and would at the very least buy everyone some time if the rest of us fail."

Everyone's fearful gazes nod my way before people began to retreat or step forward after bidding their loved ones goodbye.

I spent the last two weeks teaching those interested about potions and magic welding, while the two warriors Viren sent along with me for protection, were both happy to train anyone wanting to learn how to fight. 

To my surprise most of the pack weren't interested, too comfortable in this hidden haven, finally having the freedom to do what they wanted.

I knew the people hunting us down, wouldn't stop until their goals were complete. It was my motivation these last two weeks, and no matter how hard I tried to get others to join in and learn new techniques it was only a few who really wanted to learn and showed improvements.

Vials filled with explosives, smoke screens, poison gas and even acid, lined the walls of my temporary room. My bandolier collections were filled to the brim bursting with colourful liquids, some that sparked in the moonlight and others that look black as night, with silvery specs that had the thick sloshing liquid appearing like the night sky.

I enjoyed the art of making potions, however what many didn't know, was my ability to weld offensive spells.

I haven't needed to use my skills in a long time, not since teaching my son how to defend himself, however a feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I would be warming up again soon.

As everything played out I found myself moving through the motions. I called Viren knowing we would need the numbers but knew he was too far away to get here in time. 

Flames licked my skin but burned opponents much weaker than I. Acid melted meat from bones leaving features unrecognisable, and smoke suffocated those getting too close. Even with all my successful attempts, there were more of them who could wield elemental magic, than us able to fight. Many victims were those who stood too scared and frozen to move. I couldn't possibly fight and protect everyone but I was darn going to try. 

Vials of obsidian burst as they hit their targets, the glass shattering to the concrete floor leaving nothing but the thick liquid to devour its prey like a bubbling tar. The sticky and inescapable potion slithered over every inch of flesh, like a barrier suffocating the person beneath its unforgiving surface.

I turn just in time to avoid a blast of flame, one shot by one of the many fire wizards surrounding me. I grab the brown vile speckled with hints of emerald, and throw it towards the guy about to blast me.

Tall sap filled trees appear surrounding the man in archways making a suffocating cage. Its emerald leaves appearing more like sharp barbed thorns, glittering in amusement. The moment the mans flames burst from his hands, the engulf the solid wood cage.

His screams bring a smile to my face, as the impact sends painful sparks and burning embers into the air, distracting many fighters on their side, giving our warriors the opening they needed to illuminate their targets.

After thirty minutes of continuous fighting, I turn to my left ready to throw yet another vial, only to pause at the familiar puff of smoke.

I gasp at the sight of my son. My powerful, confident and caring son, looked more battered and bruised than I had ever seen him.
He looked broken, furious and down right vengeful.