Chapter 51 Enemy's attack
Jeremy's POV
I was in my office. Late afternoon. Working through territory reports.
Trying to focus. Trying not to think about Margaret. About how she walked away. About how I'd lost her.
Then... the alarm.
Loud. Urgent. Piercing through the pack house.
Three long blasts. Pause. Three more.
Attack. Enemy at the borders.
I jumped up. Grabbed my sword from the wall.
Rushed out of my office. Down the stairs.
"Alpha!" James ran toward me. His face urgent. "Enemy wolves. At the eastern border."
"How many?"
"At least thirty. Maybe more." He handed me my armor. "They breached the patrol line. Came in fast."
"Rogues?"
"No." His face was grim. "These are trained. Organized. Professional."
Professional. That was worse. Much worse.
Rogues were chaotic. Easy to predict. Easy to fight.
But trained warriors? With strategy? With purpose?
That was dangerous.
"Sound the call." I strapped on my armor. Fast. Efficient. "All warriors to the eastern border. Protect the civilians. Get them to the safe houses."
"Already done, Alpha."
"Good. Let's move."
We ran. Out of the pack house. Through the streets.
Warriors were gathering. Armed. Ready. Moving toward the border.
"ALPHA!" Someone shouted. "They're coming this way! Fast!"
I looked. Toward the tree line.
And I saw them.
Wolves. Dozens of wolves. Pouring out of the forest.
Big. Strong. Moving with military precision.
Not random. Not scattered. Organized. Like soldiers.
"Formation!" I shouted. "Defensive formation around the pack center!"
The warriors moved. Creating a barrier. Shields up. Weapons ready.
The enemy wolves didn't slow down. Didn't hesitate.
They just kept coming.
"Here they come!" James yelled beside me. "HOLD THE LINE!"
The wolves hit our formation. Hard. Fast. Brutal.
Claws. Teeth. Snarls. Blood.
The battle began.
I shifted. My wolf taking over. Bigger. Stronger. Alpha.
Fought alongside my warriors. Tearing. Biting. Defending.
But something was wrong. Very wrong.
The enemy wolves... they weren't attacking everyone equally.
They were... ignoring the other warriors.
Breaking through the line. Pushing past defenders.
Coming straight toward...
Toward me.
"Alpha! They're targeting you!" James shifted beside me. "They're all coming for you!"
He was right.
Every enemy wolf. Every single one.
They pushed past my warriors. Dodged attacks. Ignored easier targets.
Just to get to me.
This wasn't a random attack. This wasn't about the pack.
This was an assassination.
Someone sent these wolves to kill me. Specifically me.
"Fall back!" I ordered. "Protect the pack! I'll lead them away!"
"No, Alpha!" James grabbed my leg. "That's what they want!"
"I know! But if I stay, they'll tear through everyone to get to me!" I growled. "FALL BACK!"
I ran. Away from the pack center. Toward the forest.
And as predicted... the enemy wolves followed.
All of them. Every single one.
Abandoning the other warriors. Chasing only me.
I ran fast. Using the trees. The terrain. My knowledge of the territory.
But they were fast too. Trained. Relentless.
I could hear them behind me. Getting closer.
Five. Ten. Fifteen wolves. All chasing.
All wanting me dead.
I reached a clearing. Stopped. Turned.
Better to fight here. In the open. Where I could see them coming.
The wolves emerged from the trees. Circled around me.
Slowly. Deliberately. Professional.
"Who sent you?" I snarled. My Alpha voice. Commanding.
They didn't answer. Didn't speak. Just circled.
Tightening. Closing in.
I counted. Twenty wolves. Maybe more. All around me.
This was bad. Very bad.
I could fight. Could take down several. Maybe even half.
But twenty trained warriors? All at once?
Those weren't good odds.
"ALPHA!" James's voice. Far away. "WE'RE COMING!"
But they wouldn't make it in time. I knew it.
The circle tightened. Closer. Closer.
One wolf lunged. I dodged. Bit his throat. He fell.
Another attacked from behind. I spun. Clawed his face. He retreated.
But two more came. Then three. Then five.
Too many. Too fast. Too coordinated.
A claw raked my side. Pain. Blood.
Teeth snapped at my leg. I kicked. But another wolf bit my shoulder.
I was being overwhelmed. Surrounded. Outnumbered.
I fought. Hard. Desperate. Taking down one. Then another.
But for every wolf I hurt, two more attacked.
They were driving me back. Toward the cliff edge. Toward the rocky wall.
Trapping me. Cornering me.
My back hit stone. Cold. Solid. Nowhere left to run.
The wolves closed in. Snarling. Ready to finish it.
I was bleeding. Tired. Surrounded.
Twenty wolves in front of me. Stone wall behind me.
No escape. No backup. No options.