Chapter 114 Chapter 113
Alpha king keiran.
The pounding of hooves beneath me echoed the urgency in the air as I galloped toward the epicenter of the battlefield. Arid air swept past my face as I galloped along with with other soldiers, getting nearer to the hottest part of the frontlines. Abruptly, I pulled the reins, bringing my horse to a stop. The stench of blood and the sounds of clashing steel filled the air, a chaotic symphony that mirrored the turmoil inside me. My eyes scanned the scene below, taking in the fierce clashes between my warriors and the invaders, the smoke billowing from the damaged structures.
With a surge of energy, I leaped off the horse and landed amidst the chaos. My muscles tensed, the primal instincts of my wolf pushing to the surface. Without the need to shift, I tore into the enemy forces, my movements a deadly dance as I tackled Werewolves and soldiers alike. The battlefield became my arena, and I fought with a ferocity that matched the rage burning within.
As I carved my way through the onslaught, a gnawing question echoed in my mind. How had they managed to orchestrate such a massive assault, breaching the defenses I meticulously set in place? The puzzle fueled my frustration, intensifying the flames of my wolf. The answer eluded me, lost in the cacophony of battle. I continued to advance into the battle, killing off any wolves or attackers thst came my way, drenching my armor with the blood of my enemies.
Amidst the turmoil, Ethan emerged, his expression heavy with a weight I feared to confront. Vanquishing enemies that came his way, he ran up to me, his face set into a grim line, the gravity of his presence cutting through the chaos. "Your majesty," he uttered, his voice carrying the harsh reality of the situation. "We're losing ground. More troops are advancing, heading straight for the palace."
Fury surged within me like a storm, a tempest of anger at the audacity of those who dared to threaten my kingdom. My jaw clenched, and I nodded at Ethan, acknowledging the grim truth. We couldn't afford to lose the palace, the heart of our dominion.
"Don't stop fighting, do whatever you can to make sure the fight ends here. We cannot loae the kingdom to these intruders."
"Yes, your majesty." He replied and galloped off, a group of soldiers going along with him. Suddenly, a flicker of premonition flashed through my mind. Danger–grave danger– was looming over us. Pressing forward, I clashed with more adversaries, my focus on the relentless tide of attackers. The din of battle surrounded me, but my senses honed in on the approaching threat. Through the haze of war, I confronted the masked figure leading the onslaught.
Brimming with fury, I marched up to the the masked figure, brandishing my sword to anyone that came against me, muttering to myself with a degrees of viciousness that surprised even me. "Show yourself!" I bellowed, my voice cutting through the chaos. "Face me, and let us settle this in honorable combat!"
The masked leader paused, and I felt his gaze on me. For some reason unbeknownst to me, my back prickled with a strange sensation thst had me gritting my teeth in anger. More of his soldiers came at me, but I quickly ended them, keeping my gaze on the leader, willing him to remove his masks and fight. The masked leader hesitated, the moment pregnant with tension. After what seemed like an eternity, he acquiesced, casting aside the cloak and removing the mask that concealed his identity. Shock seized me as recognition set in.
"Hello brother... Or should I say, Kieran?" He greeted, tilting his head to the side as he flashed me a sardonic grin, the blaze in his eyes intensifying. I faltered slightly, taken aback by seeing him so well. He was supposed to be dead years ago, my father made sure I ended his life in a stupid duel in the past.
"Callahan," I breathed, my voice a low growl. "You're supposed to be dead."
His eyes met mine, a cold glint of defiance in them. "Surprised to see me? I am too. Death couldn't hold me, half-brother," he sneered. "I've returned to claim what's rightfully mine."
"Nothing that was is rightfully yours is here," I growled back, baring my teeth at him. "You're only a bastard whose life I should have ended years back."
"A bastard that was promised the throne before you snuck up behind me and took it. Well, that won't happen anymore." He growled back, descending from his mount as he walked up to me. I squared him up, meeting his glare. Born from the same father but having different mothers, Callahan had always had the madness that ran through my father's veins and I have always loathed it because it made my father pitch me against me all the time.
"The kingdom looks good." Callahan sneered at me as he bored into me, his eyes flashing different colors as his wolf inched to the surface. "But it's mine to take now. You've enjoyed it long enough and it's not like you've done anything notable with it as well."
"Looks like I'll have to kill you one more time." I snarled at him, my jaw clenched.
The air crackled with tension as I issued the challenge, a duel to settle the vendetta that had been ignited on the battlefield. Callahan, once blood kin, now a traitor seeking to dethrone me. I tightened my grip on the hilt of my sword, my wolf seething within as I issued the challenge. "I've had enough of this, Callahan. It's time we settle this between us, once and for all. A duel."
Callahan smirked, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Oh, how noble of you, Kieran. A duel it is, then." He murmured, posing defensively as we circled around each other like predators ready to face each other off.
The battlefield, once filled with the cacophony of war, fell silent as the combatants squared off. The clash of steel reverberated, the dance of blades mirroring the intensity of our animosity. Each strike was a declaration, a testament to the blood ties that bound us and the betrayal that severed them.