Chapter 213 Chaotic battlefield
Chapter 213: Chaotic battlefield
Damon pov
Shock rippled through both armies.
She turned to face the Queen's army, turning her back to me. My eyes widened even more at the gesture of trust.
"Anyone who wishes to follow me against the Queen, step forward now," she repeated, her voice booming across the battlefield.
I was not imagining things? I wondered, blinking several times in shock.
At first nobody moved. I wouldn't blame them as the shock of what was happening was just too much to digest. My sister had just defected from the Queen's cause. Then, slowly, movement stirred among the queen's soldiers. Soldiers began to step forward. Forming a clear separate section from the main queens squad.
It was not all of them… but it was enough to change everything.
Selene glanced back at me over her shoulder. "Get up, little brother. We have a Queen to fight and a nephew to save."
I stumbled to my feet, hardly believing what had just happened.
James appeared at my side, his face shocked. "Did your sister just..."
"Betray the Queen and join us," I finished. "Yes. Yes she did."
I made to walk, but the curse chose that moment to surge through my body with renewed violence. The fight with Selene, the blood loss, the emotional devastation… It was all too much.
The pain this time was so intense I doubled over. My vision is goingĺi gray at the edges.
I heard James shouting my name.
Felt hands catching me as the ground became closer than before.
My wolf was howling inside my head, driven mad by pain and the severed bond. I could feel myself slipping, feel consciousness fading like water through my fingers.
The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was Selene already at my side.
"Hold on, little brother," she whispered. "Hold on. We are going to save your mate. We are going to save your baby. Just hold on."
Then nothing.
Selene POV
I stood over my brother's unconscious body, my blade still dripping with Kael's blood, and surveyed the courtyard with cold calculation.
No one moved. No one dared.
They were all staring at me with wide eyes… shock, fear, and something that looked like reverence. I knew what they were thinking. How had I killed an Alpha so cleanly, so easily? The answer was simple: Kael had been careless, drunk on his own perceived power. And I had improved far beyond what any of them could imagine.
The Queen's training facilities were unmatched. Technology stolen from the Council she had secretly overthrown. Techniques refined over decades, resources that would make even the oldest packs weep with envy. She had given me access to all of it because I had been loyal. Because I had been her perfect weapon.
What a fool she had been.
"Silent Dancers," I called out, my voice carrying across the blood-soaked stones. "Step forward."
Movement rippled through the Queen's ranks. Not just the dozen warriors I had brought with me… no, that would have been too simple. Soldiers emerged from every section of the Queen's army. Twenty. Forty. Sixty. More than a quarter of her forces stepped forward, removing their standard-issue helmets to reveal the distinctive silver bands around their necks.
My people. My loyal soldiers, the Silent Dancers.
James' eyes widened, even as he held his unconscious alpha. Several of the alliance Alphas actually stumbled backward.
I laughed. The sound was sharp and bitter, echoing off the courtyard walls.
"Fools," I said, addressing everyone present. "Did you really think I served the Queen blindly? Did you think I spent months doing nothing but following orders?" I gestured to the Silent Dancers now surrounding us. "Every mission she sent me on, every pack I infiltrated, every soldier I recruited… I was building my own army within hers. Waiting. Planning. Preparing for the day I would burn her empire to ash."
The Messenger, one of the Queen's high-ranked lieutenants, pushed through the confused soldiers. His face was twisted with rage and betrayal. His armor bore the Queen's personal insignia… a wolf devouring the moon.
"You traitorous bitch!" he spat. "The Queen gave you everything! Power! Respect! Purpose! And this is how you repay her?"
I met his eyes calmly. "She gave me chains dressed as gifts. She promised me freedom while keeping me leashed. She used my pain, my grief over Maya, my rage at our father…" I glanced at Damon's unconscious form "...and she twisted it all into a weapon she could control." My blade rose. "But I am no one's weapon anymore."
"The Queen will destroy you for this!" The Messenger's hand went to his sword. "She will hunt you down and make you beg for the mercy of death! All of you traitors will…"
I raised my hand, cutting him off. Then I gave the signal.
A sharp whistle. Three short bursts.
Chaos erupted.
The Silent Dancers turned on their fellow soldiers with brutal efficiency, catching them off guard. Blades flashed in the morning sun. Blood sprayed across armor and stone. Soldiers who had stood shoulder to shoulder moments ago were now locked in desperate combat of blind survival
"What… no! Stop!" The Messenger's voice cracked with fury and confusion. "Which ones are the traitors? Kill them! Kill the ones with the silver bands!"
But it was too late. The plague had spread like wide fire. Some soldiers tried to follow orders, attacking anyone with a silver band. Others froze, unable to tell friends from foe in the sudden melee. Still others simply ran, abandoning their posts in terror.
The Queen's army tore itself apart from within.
“I will make sure i avenge all their deaths” The Messenger roared with rage and lunged at me.