The Archer: Lost Omegas Book 1

2. Berserker

DEIMOS

He swung his ax at the man rushing him, easily severing the man's right arm. An arc of blood spraying out of the wound as the Serpe instantly dropped to the ground. Deimos did not hesitate as he brought the ax down on the man' skull, easily ending his life. The second wave of Serpe had arrived at the combined Raposo-Lobo camp three days after the initial battle.

During those three days, Deimos and the other Lords had learned much about the Raposo. He was unimpressed. There were around five dozen women in the Skulk. About two dozen of those he could tell were hidden omegas. Their scent undeniable to the Lobo alphas. Women fighters. He had heard only rumors of such a thing in the south. Surprisingly, the women were nearly as strong as the men. Most were archers or mounted riders, they simply did not have the physical strength to wield the large broadsword of the ground soldier. Instead, they had spears and light swords for the mounted riders and the archers has blades embedded on the ends and along the limbs of their bows. They used these like a staff during close combat. He could begrudgingly admit that it was fairly effective for the smaller, weaker fighters. The entire Raposo force was just over seven hundred. Tiny. And the alphas were small and weak. How did the Serpe not completely overrun them in years past? The Serpe force was easily in the thousands.

The Lobo soldiers of the Skulk were welcoming to the Pack army that saved their lives. Well, most of the soldiers. Several of the female soldiers avoid the Lobo warriors like a plague, including the feisty archer woman. He tried to seek her out several times, show her that he was a capable mate, but she continued to elude him. She was constantly checking on her archers, ensuring each had eaten, rested, received medical care if needed. He would have never thought an omega could be a warrior, it went against their natural instincts. Now he could see. Her natural maternal instincts for protecting her own were working on full tilt. She viewed the arches as hers. Hers to care for and protect. Interesting way to use an omega's natural instincts in this capacity.

Swinging the ax in a wide arc around him, he tore open the stomachs of two men, blood instantly pouring out from the wounds as the soldiers dropped their swords and clutched their spilling guts. He could feel the bloodlust inside him start to call his name. He pushed down the red haze. Another slice of his ax into the neck of the next man nearly decapitating him. These ground soldiers were not prepared to fight the Pack. It was a slaughter. He knew the Serpe Marshal would be sending in the mounted riders soon. He wanted them to get on with it, he was itching for more challenging sport.

Turning, he smiled. Right on time. Mounted Serpe riders were descending the hill towards him. More than they originally expected. But no matter. The Lobo would be victorious over the western tribe. They were trained to fight from childhood. They had only one purpose: serve the Pack. Once, he had been Lord over his own Pack, winning the position through a challenge as a very young man of nineteen winters. But as King Laran rose, he saw the benefit of joining with the other Lobo tribes, accepting a King, and restoring the Lobo's former power.

That power had allowed them to acquire nearly half of the Oso's territory to the east, pillaging the villages for supplies and slaves. His own village's wealth and territory had quadrupled in the ten years of his alliance with Laran. The comradery he had found with the man was just as valuable. They were as close as brothers.

Finishing off the last of the Serpe ground fighters in his immediate reach, he turned anxiously to the nearing mounted riders.

Fuck. There's a lot of archers behind this first wave. He knew skilled archers could decimate ground troops. He hoped the Raposo archers were at the ready.