the pack leader Jyrus

Chapter Eight: The Final stand

The chaos on the football field was deafening. The creature's growls, the crunch of trees splintering beneath its monstrous form, and the frantic shouts of fleeing humans all mixed into a symphony of terror. Cyrus's heart pounded in his chest, but he focused on the fight. His wolf instincts had taken over, and all he could think about was the beast in front of him.

Jonah's wolf was a blur of power and speed as he locked his massive jaws around the creature's side, pulling it off balance. The Alpha's movements were calculated, every strike aimed with precision, but the creature was relentless, its glowing eyes fixated on Jonah with unnatural intelligence.

Cyrus didn't hesitate. His muscles coiled, and he leaped, snapping his jaws at the creature's back. It howled, a sound so raw and primal that it sent a shiver through the pack. The beast whipped around, swinging a massive clawed arm in retaliation. Cyrus dodged, but only barely—his side scraped against the sharp claws, leaving a streak of blood in its wake.

Pain flared, but it wasn't enough to slow him down. He let the wound fuel his rage, the pain sharpening his senses and pushing him further into the fight. Snow growled within him, urging him to fight harder, faster. With a roar, Cyrus lunged again, sinking his teeth into the creature's thick fur. The beast staggered back, its grip weakening, and for a moment, Cyrus felt a surge of hope.

But the creature wasn't done. With a savage twist of its body, it whipped around, slamming its massive tail into Jonah and sending him sprawling across the ground. The impact shook the earth beneath their paws. Jonah's wolf let out a fierce growl as he scrambled to regain his footing, but it was clear the creature was stronger than they had anticipated.

"Jonah!" Cyrus's voice rang out in their bond, desperation lacing his thoughts. He could feel Jonah's presence, but it was distant, strained. The bond between them felt heavier than it had ever been before.

"I'm fine," Jonah's voice came through, steady but strained. "Keep focusing on the creature. We need to wear it down."

Cyrus nodded, his determination hardening. He wasn't going to let Jonah fight this alone. They were a team—always had been, always would be.

The pack was now moving in unison, fanning out around the creature, working together to encircle it. TJ's wolf was a blur, darting in and out of range, biting at the creature's legs. His strength was impressive, but it wasn't enough to bring the beast down. The creature's growls filled the air as it fought back, swiping at the wolves in all directions.

The battle raged on, the field now a chaotic mess of fur and claws. The players from the game had long since fled, but the creature's attention was fixed on the pack, and it seemed determined to tear through them one by one.

But then, something went wrong.

Cyrus saw it—a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. The hybrid's enormous fist swung toward him with terrifying speed, and despite his instincts screaming at him to move, he wasn't fast enough. The force of the blow hit him squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling backward with a sickening crack.

"Cyrus!" Jonah's voice broke through the chaos, sharp and full of panic.

Cyrus tried to get his bearings, but his vision swam. His chest felt like it had been shattered, and every breath was a struggle. Snow's presence inside him was frantic, pushing against the pain, but even his wolf could do little to stop the damage that had been done.

Before Jonah could react, the creature let out another guttural roar and turned its attention back to them. The Alpha's eyes widened in horror as he realized they couldn't fight it off—not without Cyrus.

"Hold on!" Jonah barked to his packmates, but the urgency in his voice was clear. He turned back to Cyrus, his heart pounding as he knelt beside him. "Cyrus, stay with me. Please."

Cyrus tried to speak, but the words barely left his mouth, choked by the pain that was now gnawing at his body. "I'm fine," he rasped, though it was a lie. His body felt like it was falling apart, and he could feel the darkness creeping in, pulling at the edges of his consciousness.

But Jonah could feel the pain reverberating through their bond. Cyrus was barely holding it together, and they needed to finish this, fast. The pack was counting on them, but so was Cyrus—and Jonah wasn't about to lose him.

The creature roared again, swinging one of its massive, mechanical arms toward Jonah. With a primal growl, Jonah dodged, moving with breathtaking speed. He was ready to strike, to end this nightmare. But just as he leapt forward, something snapped.

A sharp crack pierced the air, and Cyrus cried out in agony.

"Cyrus!" Jonah's voice broke, his heart dropping into his stomach.

The Cyborg Godzilla had swung its tail, catching Cyrus off-guard. The impact sent him crashing into the dirt with a sickening thud, and his body lay still for a moment. Jonah's heart raced as he tried to reach him, but the hybrid was still on the attack, and they were running out of time.

"No!" Jonah roared, his voice raw with emotion. The pain of seeing Cyrus in such a vulnerable state pushed him beyond reason. He charged forward, fury in his every movement, but the hybrid was too fast.

As Jonah clashed with the creature, a part of him stayed tethered to Cyrus, the bond between them never weakening, even in the heat of battle. He could feel Cyrus's struggle, the blood coursing through his veins, but the pain was overwhelming.

But then something shifted.

Cyrus's voice broke through the fog of pain in Jonah's mind. "Jonah... finish it."

Jonah paused for a brief moment, his heart aching as he locked eyes with his mate from across the field. Despite the injury, despite everything, Cyrus was telling him to finish this. He knew what it meant. It meant Cyrus was willing to sacrifice everything to save the pack.

With a surge of power, Jonah launched himself at the creature again, this time with all the force of his Alpha will. The battle intensified, but Jonah knew the only way to end this was with a final blow—one that would take all of them working together.

"Now!" Jonah shouted to the pack. "Hit it with everything you've got!"

TJ, Marty, Buffy, Andi—each of them surged forward, their wolves moving in unison, attacking from all sides. It was a coordinated strike, one that would push the hybrid to its limits. But just as the creature began to stagger, it let out a deafening scream, and with one final, desperate swing of its clawed fist, it turned toward Cyrus, who had tried to stand and fight, despite his injury.

Time seemed to slow.

Cyrus was barely on his feet, his body shaking, but his wolf was fighting to stay awake. He hadn't given up. But the hybrid saw him as a threat—weak, but still dangerous. The hybrid's massive arm swung down, crashing into Cyrus with the full weight of its fury.

"NO!" Jonah shouted as he saw the blow land, sending Cyrus sprawling to the ground, blood staining the earth beneath him.

Cyrus's body lay still, his wolf struggling to heal, but it was clear—this time, the damage was too great.

Jonah's heart shattered. He couldn't—he couldn't lose him now. Not after everything they had fought for.

The pack fought with everything they had left, the hybrid's strength faltering as they continued to strike. With one final blow, Jonah leapt toward the hybrid's exposed neck, his teeth sinking deep into the metal and flesh. His Alpha strength combined with the pack's power finally brought the creature down in a violent crash, shaking the earth beneath them.

But all Jonah could hear was the ringing silence in his ears.