Chapter 14 – The Alpha’s Wrath

Mira ran. She ran faster than she could really imagine without even checking behind her; all she wanted was to avoid all she had heard and seen Lucian doing. She was with the main belief that Dane needs to hear this, or she gets how connected Dane is to the works Lucian was engaging himself with.

She was breathing very fast, her pulse was way above the expected as she ran through the city streets. The night air was cold against her skin, but she barely felt it. Lucian's words kept repeating in her mind.

"You're not ready for the truth yet. But you will be." When could the time be? a personal question she gave herself.

She held her fists firmly. She didn't care about his secret warnings. Dane needed to know what was happening. Lucian had betrayed them, and something worse was coming. She had to inform Dane about her discovery and also have him answer her question.

She arrived at the Vos tower, which was a loving skyscraper that was a stronghold of Dane. But the moment she stepped into the lobby, she knew that something was wrong.

The lights kept flashing. The air smelled like blood.

A deafening crash came from above.

Mira's stomach twisted. They were under attack.

She quickly went to the stairs; His tendency was instructing him on the necessary works. As soon as he moved forward, his senses intensified; She could hear the development of wolves from a distance, clashes of bodies, and deadly deadly war of wolves.

The rogues were already inside. There were already found everywhere.

She reached the upper floors just as a werewolf jumped at her from the shadows.

Mira twisted on reflex. The rogue's claws moved with little inches away from her face. Without thinking, she dodged low and took her elbow into his chest with serious accuracy. The force sent him staggering back, more than it should have. The wolves looked unconscious immediately from the attack.

Her strength. It was growing, she could feel the urge of her strength and power rising but couldn't explain how she does things she is experiencing lately.

But she had no time to question it. She grabbed a fallen blade from the floor, a silver dagger and inserted it into the rogue's chest.

He gave out a mournful howl before collapsing. She could feel the agony from the sound but didn't allow herself to be moved. Instead checked around for further danger.

Mira didn't stop to look. She ran.

She reached Dane's quarters just as the doors opened unexpectedly. A group of miscreants went inside, their eyes were shining with the enthusiasm of hunting. But they were not here for her.

They were here for Dane. And then she saw him.

Dane stood in the center of the room, his usual composed presence replaced by something different and unexplained. His golden eyes filled with anger. His breathing was heavy, his muscles tense.

The rogues hesitated. They looked lost by looking straight at him.

Mira did, too. Because something was happening to Dane. She looked lost because she couldn't explain what she was seeing from him.

His body was shaking, but his fist was held firmly. A deep, guttural growl came from his throat.

Then—his bones cracked.

Mira's eyes widened as Dane transformed.

His shift wasn't like the others she had seen. It was more violent. More animalistic. His form grew larger, darker, his muscles expanding unnaturally fast. His claws elongated, his fangs glinting under the dim lights.

When the transformation was complete, he was no ordinary wolf.

He was a beast, a very large one at that.

About twice the size of a normal werewolf, her fur was black, her eyes shone like melted gold, and her presence distorted pure, invincible power.

For the first time, the rogues looked afraid at his changed form, and they froze.

Dane attacked. He moved like a shadow, too fast to follow. His claws tore through the first rogue's throat before the others could react. Blood splattered against the walls.

The second rogue tried to run. Dane caught him while he attempted to run, slamming him into the ground with serious force.

The others jumped in desperation; it has turned to survival of the fittest, and they all attacked him together to have an edge over his attacks. 

Dane didn't hesitate. He attacked through them, his movements were filled with anger and precision.

Mira had never seen anything like it. He was unstoppable. He was diverting their attacks and turning it to a massive attack upon them with most of the unconscious and some already on the floor, incapacitated.

But then. A blade pierced his side; it didn't disturb his attack, which remained fierce, but suddenly, he felt it.

Mira gasped. Dane stumbled, a low snarl of pain escaping his lips. A rogue had managed to stab him with a silver blade, lodged deep in his ribs.

Mira's heart seized at the sight how blood flowing from the wound.

The remaining rogues took their chance. They covered him immediately when they noticed he had felt the pain. Dane fought back, but the wound slowed him down. Blood stained his dark fur.

Mira's breath increased. Something inside her changed. Her vision sharpened. Every movement became clear. Her pulse pounded unnaturally, and her body filled with an energy she didn't understand.

And then suddenly, she heard it. Dane's heartbeat. It was slowing. "No. No. This can't be happening right now."

She felt a deep, primal fear increasing in her chest. Dane was the strongest wolf she had ever seen, but even he couldn't survive this much blood loss. And somehow, she could hear it.

The sound of everything around her. The low beating of his heart. She could hear the gentle sound of his gasp, which was coming faintly.

Mira's hands kept shaking. Something was wrong with her. Something was changing.

Dane swayed, his massive wolf form weakening. He was having blood flowing from his mouth with a weak gasp and some form of smile to lessen the fear of what he was experiencing.

Mira took a step forward. Then another. She didn't know what she was about to do. She only knew one thing. She couldn't let Dane die. Dane collapses, and Mira realizes… she can hear his heartbeat faltering.