Chapter 7: Blood And Ashes
Zayn and Ezra raced toward the northern border beneath the pale moonlight, the biting wind slicing through the trees. The scent of blood hit them long before they reached the ridge, carrying the unmistakable chaos of battle.
Wolves were already fighting fiercely, growls and cries cutting through the darkness. Ezra’s voice, tense and low, broke the silence between them. “Supporters of Xavier Brightpaw. Looks like his influence went deeper than we realized.”
Zayn didn’t answer, his jaw set firmly, fury already searing through his veins. He could feel his wolf pushing to break free, ready to spill blood.
They burst onto the scene, immediately shifting into their wolf forms. Zayn’s massive black wolf lunged forward, powerful and deadly, with Ezra’s silver wolf right behind him. Their arrival strengthened their packmates’ resolve, rallying them to fight even harder.
Bodies collided. Teeth tore into flesh. The battle quickly turned brutal, merciless, and personal.
Zayn cut through the enemy wolves without hesitation, swift, and unstoppable. These wolves had come to destroy the fragile peace he had struggled to build. He would show them no mercy.
Ezra fought by his side, equally ruthless, his jaws snapping at every wolf who challenged them. Together they carved through enemy lines like a violent storm, leaving destruction and death behind them.
Suddenly, a pale-furred rogue wolf lunged forward, teeth bared in a mocking grin as he dodged Zayn’s snapping jaws.
“Alpha Zayn!” the wolf shouted, circling around him. “Still playing at being a hero? Still lying to yourself?”
Zayn’s wolf turned sharply, eyes blazing with fury.
The rogue laughed cruelly, eyes filled with hatred. “You’re just like Alpha Grayson. A monster hiding behind revenge. Tell me, Alpha, how does it feel to become exactly what you despise?”
The words hit Zayn hard, tearing open deep, hidden wounds. He lunged blindly, slamming the rogue to the ground. His anger consumed him completely.