Chapter 133 Trouble
Chapter 133: Trouble
Damon pov
The battlefield was chaotic.
Bodies lay everywhere. Some in human form, others in their wolf form. The smell of blood was so thick I could taste it from the air.
I slashed through another Righteous wolf that had jumped out of nowhere, my sword singing through the air, followed by the sound of meat slashing open.
A painful howl of pain, then silent.
I stood at the front line, my sword dripping with fresh blood, as I looked at the burning mess that had become my pack. The Righteous Pack had come prepared. They had guns, silver bullets, and wolfsbane bombs.all these are weapons in high demand, but the Righteous packs had them in large quantities, which could only mean one thing…
The council.
My warriors were fighting hard. James was on my left, his wolf form tearing through enemies like paper. The shadow units moved like ghosts, appearing and disappearing, leaving dead bodies behind them.
All the other units were stationed on the different towers that serve as a fortress. I had sent the sword units, led by their commander, General Elijah to take care of the breached tower, the northern tower
But until now, he had not reported back…
"PUSH FORWARD!" I roared, cutting down another enemy wolf. My muscles burned. My lungs screamed for air. But I couldn't stop. I couldn't rest.
The Righteous Pack kept coming. Wave after wave of them.
"HOLD THE LINE!" I roared, my Alpha aura spilling out uncontrollably, acting as a form of passive defense for me, in case of sneak attacks.
My warriors and Shadows responded with their own battle cries. My alpha call, giving the more strength to push back the wave of the enemy. Barely, but regardless We were winning, slowly.
But something felt wrong.
My wolf kept pulling me back. Every time I tried to focus on the fight, I felt this pull in my chest. Like a rope tied around my heart, yanking me toward the palace.
Towards milo.
Mate. Must protect mate.
"Shut up," I growled angrily, blocking an enemy sword. "We are fighting here."
But the pull got stronger as time went by. My chest felt like it was being ripped apart. For a split second I lost focus.
"ALPHA, BEHIND YOU!"
James, my betas voice cut through the battle noise. I started to turn, and at the same time, I saw a flash in my face. But I was too slow. Too distracted, that I didn't see an enemy warrior was right behind me, sword raised to strike.
But James was faster. His blade went through the enemy's chest before his sword could pierce through my eyes.
The warrior fell, blood pooling around him.
"Thanks," I panted.
Focus, Alpha!" James shouted, now back in human form. Blood covered his face. "We need you here!"
I nodded, trying to push down the feeling.
He was right. I was holding back. My movements were sloppy. My mind was elsewhere. I was fighting two wars at the same time, I was battling with the curse that was running rampant inside me, with each blood that I spilled, it seemed to become worse.
Calling on me to let go.
But I couldn't… not when the feeling that something was wrong continued to bite at me.
Although we were having the upper hand but i could feel something was off, like for the fact that we have not seen any Alpha since the attack. or even the lack of response from the sword unit at the northern tower…
Boooomm!!
An explosion rocked the ground, snapping. E out of my thoughts. Wolfsbane gas filled the air. My warriors started coughing, some falling to their knees.
"MASKS!" I commanded. "GET YOUR MASKS ON!"
We had prepared for this. Every warrior had a special mask to protect against wolfsbane.
It almost felt like we were playing right into their trap…
I paused, clutching my chest, as a sharp pain ran through it. To my shock James was also clutching his own chest, not just him, all the shadows fighting beside me clutched their chest.
The Shadows were deeply connected. When one died, the others felt it. And this pain... it means one thing,
A shadow had been killed.
"Who was that?" James asked, his face going pale.
"I don't know, but…"
My wolf suddenly roared inside me. Not a battle roar. A roar of panic. Of fear.
MATE IN DANGER! GO NOW!
The feeling hit me like a punch.
Milo… Something was happening to Milo.
I looked toward the palace. Smoke was rising from the healer's wing.
"No," I whispered.
"Damon?" James grabbed my arm. "What is it?"
"Milo," I said. "He's in trouble."
What? How do you know?"
I couldn't explain it. I just knew. The same way I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. The same way I knew how to breathe.
"I have to go," I said.
"The battle…"
"You have command!" I shoved the battlefield commander's horn into his hands. "Hold them off!"
"Damon, wait!"
But I was already running towards the palace.
My wolf had taken over my legs, making me run faster than I'd ever run before. The world blurred around me. Trees, buildings, faces… everything became streaks of color.
Behind me, the sounds of battle grew quieter. Ahead, the palace grew closer.
Faster. Must go faster.
My chest burned. Not from running, but from that strange pull. It was like a fire had been lit inside my ribs..
I didn't care. Nothing mattered except getting to Milo.
Enemy wolves tried to block my path. I tore through them without stopping. Nothing mattered except getting to Milo.
The palace gates appeared ahead. I jumped over the two story building height of the barricade, startling the guards that were stationed there.
"MOVE!" I roared at the guards.
They jumped aside, eyes wide with shock.
I burst through the palace doors. Servants scattered, screaming. I didn't care.
The healer's wing was too quiet. Where were the guards? Why was no one here?
I could smell blood. Fresh blood. And something else…
My wolf howled inside me. Hurry! HURRY!
I ran faster, my bare feet slapping against the stone floor.
The door to Daphne's room was open. Smoke drifted out.
I rushed inside.
my heart stopped at what I saw.