An Alpha’s Fury
Shadowfang Pack was alive with energy.
Warriors jogged across the grounds in synchronized drills. Omegas rushed through the pathways carrying decorations and food supplies. Liam inspected the arena. Young wolves ran around excitedly, whispering about the legendary match.
A day was left before the competition, and the entire pack vibrated with anticipation.
Damon and Elina, however, were nowhere near the celebrations.
Both were on the training grounds — separately — pushing themselves past exhaustion.
Lucian had tried to stop them more than once.
“You’re both already strong enough,” he had complained that morning, crossing his arms as Damon repeated a set of 300-pound weighted lunges.
But Damon only wiped the sweat from his jaw and continued.
“Elina won’t go easy on me,” he said with a determined smirk.
Across the field, Elina was training with Theodore, the female warrior known for rare healing abilities and high-level aura control.
Since dawn, Theodore had been testing Elina’s coordination — balancing healing energy with offensive strikes.
Elina performed flawlessly.
With each strike of her fist or sweep of her leg, faint golden light flickered over her arms but remained perfectly controlled.
Theodore let out a low whistle.
“You’re not just good,” she said proudly. “You’re exceptional. Your control is beyond anything I’ve seen for someone your age.”
Elina wiped sweat from her brow, breathing heavily.
“I have to be ready,” she murmured. “Damon won’t hold back.”
Theodore smiled knowingly.
“Good. Don’t hold back either.”
At the same time, Damian sat in the meeting hall with Lucian, Liam, the elders, and council members.
The atmosphere was heavy and serious — the kind that only happened when big decisions shaped the future of the pack.
After hours of discussing security updates and interactions with allied packs, Damian finally stood.
“There is one more announcement.” The room went silent.
As Alpha Damian stepped toward the center of the hall, his aura flared with quiet authority. Lucian and Liam straightened behind him.
Damian continued:
“Whichever of my children wins tomorrow’s competition… will begin training within the inner circle to become the next Alpha.”
A ripple of excitement and shock passed through the elders. Most nodded in deep approval — both children were strong, and both worthy of the throne.
But a few exchanged hesitant looks, untill one elder cleared his throat nervously.
“Alpha Damian… forgive us… but what happens if Elina wins? Her… her biological lineage is still unknown. Her bloodline—”
Silence.
Damian didn’t speak. He simply turned his eyes toward the elder — and the room instantly froze under the crushing weight of his aura.
Lucian and Liam hid their smirks. The elder swallowed hard, suddenly pale.
Damian’s voice was low and deadly calm:
“Listen well. Elina. Is. My. Daughter.” The hall trembled.
“And anyone who questions her origins,” he continued, stepping closer, “before I choose to reveal what needs to be revealed… will answer directly to me.”
The elder dropped to his knees. “Forgive me, Alpha! I meant no disrespect—”
Damian’s cold stare lingered for a moment longer before he turned away.
Lucian cleared his throat. “I believe the matter has been settled.”
The room bobbed with nods of agreement.
Afterward, Damian issued quick final orders:
Liam was to double the security around the borders and the arena, Lucian was tasked with overseeing the arrival and accommodation of invited Alphas, ensuring no issues or political tensions emerged. While the three oldest, most respected elders would judge the competition for fairness and tradition.
With his final glance sweeping through the hall, Damian dismissed them.
One by one, the elders left — buzzing with excitement and fear — wondering who would become the next powerful Alpha of Shadowfang...
Damian had barely settled in his study. Scrolls and reports lay open before him, yet his mind was already drifting toward preparations for tomorrow’s competition. Only thirty minutes passed before a firm knock echoed through the room.
“Enter,” he commanded without looking up.
The door creaked open. Lucian walked in, but Damian’s gaze sharpened instantly when he noticed the person following behind. A maid—bruised, filthy, and shaking, collapsed to her knees the moment the door shut.
She couldn’t even lift her head.
Damian said nothing. Silence pressed heavily around them.
Lucian cleared his throat. “Alpha… she’s from Dam-Nighade Pack. She arrived with a message—directly from Beta Matt.” He held out a folded letter.
Damian took it with controlled calm, breaking the seal.
Not even three seconds after his eyes scanned the contents, the air temperature plummeted.
A bone-deep cold flooded the room, frost creeping along the edges of Damian’s desk. His wolf surged, violent and ancient, and the very walls seemed to tremble beneath the pressure of his Alpha aura.
Then— SNAP.
He flung the letter across the room, and slammed the desk so hard it cracked against the wall and dropped to the floor.
“He allowed THIS—” Damian’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, one that vibrated through the bones of everyone present, “—to happen under his roof?”
The next second, his roar exploded like thunder.
“HE DARED ALLOW THIS WITHIN MY PACK?!” The force of it was catastrophic.
The maid shrieked—then collapsed completely, fainting face-first onto the floor as if her body simply shut down under the weight of his fury.
Lucian reacted instantly, signaling a guard. “Fetch a female warrior, now!”
But before he could stand fully, Damian’s power flared again.
Another roar—sharper, more feral—ripped through the room.
Lucian froze mid-movement, gasping, dropping to his knees as Damian’s aura crushed down on him. The guards at the door stiffened; none dared take even half a step forward.
Damian’s eyes were no longer normal.
They were glowing blood-red, pupils razor-thin slits of lethal rage. His fangs were already out, his hands curling and uncurling like he was fighting the urge to tear something—or someone—apart.
Lucian didn’t dare lift his head.
“Alpha…” he tried weakly, voice strained against the power pressing him into the floor.
Damian’s growl drowned him out.
The room felt like a collapsing star—too much force, too much power, too much anger.
Then— A smaller, softer presence entered the chaos.
“Damian,” Ella’s voice whispered, though she did not speak aloud.
She slipped in through the door without hesitation, even though the guards looked at her as if she’d walked willingly into a death sentence. She paused only for a heartbeat before approaching him with slow, careful steps.
Elina and Damon rushed in right behind her—but the instant they felt the violent crackle of Damian’s aura directly in the room, they both froze at the threshold. Damon clenched his jaw; Elina held her breath. Neither dared step closer.
Ella placed a hand over her chest and reached out through the mind-link, shutting everyone else out.
“Damian… breathe. Look at me.”
Damian’s wolf snarled—but the sound faltered. His shoulders tightened, his breath stuttered. Ella stepped even closer.
“She is safe now,” she said gently in his mind.
“She reached you. That means she’s under your protection. Calm… down.”
Slowly—painfully—Damian’s fists loosened. The crimson glow in his eyes dimmed but did not disappear.
Everyone in the room held their breath. Then he exhaled.
Not gently—more like forced restraint—but the pressure in the room dropped enough that Lucian could finally breathe again.
Damian’s voice was low, harsh, controlled only by thin threads of discipline.
“Lucian.”
Lucian bows deeper. “Yes, Alpha.”
"Write another letter to Theo instructing him to come to the competition tomorrow, with his son, and the Luna. Both of them. I don’t care what excuse they have.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“The girl goes to the healer. Immediately. She will be cared for, protected. No one touches her again.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Damian didn’t look at anyone as he strode toward the door.
He walked out with the heavy, coiling fury of a storm barely held together.
No one dared breathe until he disappeared down the corridor.
Damon and Elina exchanged a tense glance—then quietly turned and slipped back toward the training field, knowing Damian would not tolerate them lingering in the hall.
Ella didn’t speak either. She simply nodded to Lucian, who gathered the unconscious maid gently into his arms.
He and Ella took her straight to the healer’s house—knowing that whatever Matt wrote in that letter... had just ignited something far greater than a simple competition.