Werewolf Academy

ALT: FINALE & EPILOGUE

ALTERNATIVE FINALE

Will's POV

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My jaws snapped the twig in between my teeth, the blood seeping out of the rouges' neck, quickly ending his life.

Another one bites the dust, my wolf roared inside my head. He liked the violence. He craved the high of ending something evil and wicked.

That and protecting his own. Knowing that my family was safe, made me able to focus on the battle at hand. We hadn't even gotten a chance to reach the field when they were running towards us, already attacking.

I instantly snapped towards another larger rouge, clamping down on his leg while another pack member bit down on his neck.

Right when I was about to slay another, a shot rang out, my eyes flickering towards my target.

"Ahh, William. What a pleasant reencounter, is it not?" "Uncle", as Eva once referred to him as, laughed, holding the gun behind his back and glancing around at the chaos with a smile on his face.

I stalked towards him, ignoring the fighting, as my sole purpose was destroying the white haired rouge who had taken Eva away from me.

We had a truck filled with our snipers, shooting the deadly wolf bane covered bullets at the rouges. We were expecting them to come armed with their weapon they used to kill the other pack, but so far no such thing in sight.

We were dominating, however, the rouges had been trained well, but there weren't as many as we presumed.

Uncle just stood, calmly watching me, "I've been very patient. I planned everything out perfectly. I will get rid of you. Then I will have my Evangeline back. I can't say the same for her pups, as they have been tainted with you."

Red.

Black.

That's all I saw. Red. The color he would soon be.

I ran, everything blurring around me, yet knowing this is what he wanted me to do.

He laughed as he watched me, the sparkle in his eyes, knowing he was a dead man.

I jumped, shifting in the air and tackling him down before he could point his gun at me. He was old, and much slower, but he was strong.

But not strong enough.

I grabbed his weak attempt at shooting his handgun, using the end to smack him on his face. My fingers tightened around his albino colored neck, crushing slowly.

I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

I wanted him to feel my pain.

The pain of dying inside, all alone.

His rouges couldn't care less that he was dying. Or the fact that I repeatedly punched his face.

Over.

And over.

Until he stopped his insane laughing, his eyes swollen shut, his windpipe crushed. The blood was so dark, it covered his face like a shadow. His white skin was black and blue, his cheek had sliced open by my fist, almost like a hole, revealing the inside of his mouth.

He wheezed, an indent in his throat.

"I'll...... heal..."he managed to cough out, smiling through the blood. As if that was going to make me kill him.

But I just looked down as him, a slow smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, I'm hoping you heal. Because I'm going to make you wish for death."

That stunned him, as if not expected. Death was too easy.