Chapter 27 The Siege
Rever’s POV
Tension permeated the packhouse's air, and the subtle smell of blood was already blending with the cedarwood floorboards. Warriors rushed to defend the area from the assault as Rever's orders reverberated through the corridors. Outside, Pier's men's snarls and growls became closer and louder.
In the middle of the confusion, Rever stood with his wide shoulders squared and angry eyes flashing. "Barricade the windows on the east! I want two guards at each exit so nobody enters withoutpermission.
Rever clutched his arm as a fighter ran past him, holding his side. He said, "Where’s the perimeter report?"
"Alpha, they have encircled the packhouse. "A minimum of two dozen of them," the warrior said, gasping for air.
Rever's mouth clenched. Then we don't back down. Instruct the others to concentrate on Pier's important guys. If you cut off their heads, the others will disperse.
A loud crash cut him off. The weight of a battering ram made the front door tremble, and Rever's mouth twisted. We're being put to the test. Remain steady.
One of his lieutenants turned to face him. "Take Sharon to the secure area. Right now. Under no circumstances is she to depart.
Sharon, however, was not going to remain concealed. She paced the room upstairs, her hands clenched. Even though the sound of splintering wood and distant roars chilled her, she couldn't stand by and do nothing. She strained to hear Rever's voice as she pushed her ear to the door. Even though he had urged her to stay, her resolve was only strengthened by his desperate tone.
With her heart racing, she muttered to herself, "Damn it, Sharon, think!" However, thinking was insufficient. She had to do something. She pushed the door open, grabbed a silver dagger from the bedside table, and ran into the corridor.
The entrance door finally gave way back downstairs. With malicious gleams in their eyes, Pier's men surged in. Rever confronted them, his wolf growling just below the surface, his claws lengthening. Rever easily sidestepped the first assailant's lunge at him, driving his fist into the man's stomach before wheeling and slicing another across the chest.
His voice was deep and threatening as he muttered, "You chose the wrong pack to mess with."
A stout brute with a scar down his face, one of Pier's lieutenants, lunged at him brandishing a silver blade. River grabbed the man's wrist and twisted until the bone snapped as he ducked beneath the swing. Rever acted without hesitation despite the lieutenant's agonized howl. In seconds, he ended the fight by driving his claws into the man's throat.
"Never!" Sharon's voice broke through the commotion.
His eyes widened in shock as his head jerked up. Her figure was silhouetted against the dim light as she stood at the top of the staircase. Her face was defiant, but the silver dagger gleamed in her hand.
"Why in the world are you doing this?" He slammed another assailant to the ground with a yell. "Return upstairs!"
She shot back, going down the stairs, "I'm not hiding while my pack fights for their lives!" Her hands shook a little, but her voice remained calm.
Rever's eyes grew gloomy. “You’re putting yourself in danger. This isn’t a game, Sharon!”
“Neither is being hunted for something I didn’t do!” she countered, her gaze locking with his. “I’m fighting, Rever. Whether you like it or not.”
Before he could respond, the room fell eerily silent. The attackers parted, and Pier stepped forward, his presence commanding, his smirk infuriating. His dark hair was slicked back, and his suit was immaculate despite the carnage around him.
“Well, well,” Pier drawled, his voice smooth and mocking. “The infamous Alpha Rever and his... what should I call her? Mate? Murderer?”
Rever’s snarl was deep and deadly. “Pier. You should’ve stayed in your hole.”
Pier chuckled, the sound irritating. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this delightful display of heroics. Quite the show you’re putting on.”
Sharon’s fingers tightened on the dagger when Pier’s eyes went to her. His eyes were cold, calculating, and uncomfortably knowing.
“And you must be Sharon,” he remarked, his tone almost pleased. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
She yelled, "I can't say the same." "But you're attacking us with a lot of nerve."
"Oh, I'm not making any threats. "Not yet," Pier said, his grin growing. "This is just a visit. To see how far you’ve come, Sharon. Alternatively, how far have you fallen?
She knitted her brow. "What on earth are you discussing?"
Rever moved forward of her, protecting her with his body. Pier, stop playing games. Say what you came to say and leave. Or I'll see to it that you never leave.
Pier's eyes were bright with laughter. Alpha, you're always so protective. But before you spend your loyalty on her, you might want to find out where she came from.
Sharon tensed. "What does that mean to you?"
The grin on Pier's face darkened. "Oh, you're clueless? How tasty. Let’s just say, Sharon, that you’re more connected to me than you realize. To all of this.” His gestures were frustratingly ambiguous as he walked around the room.
She responded, "You're lying," but her tone faltered.
"Am I?" Pier's eyes were bright as he cocked his head. "Ask him." He gave River a nod. Find out how much he knows about you by asking him. Regarding your blood. Your lineage
Even though Rever's hands were clenched, he remained silent, which spoke louder than words.
Pier took a step back, his grin unwavering. "For now, I'll take a leave of absence. However, avoid being overly at ease. This is far from being finished. He looked at his guys. "Stoop back."
Pier's men withdrew as swiftly as they had arrived, their footsteps disappearing into the darkness. However, the harm had already been done.
With fiery eyes, Sharon turned to face River. "Rever, what does he mean by my origins?"
His face was split between shame and rage as he looked into her eyes. But before he could respond, she felt a chill go through her as a howl reverberated. The conflict had only just begun, but the battle was over.