Chapter 153 Battle Between Two Forces
Though Krill’s sacrifice had taken down a powerful vampire, the cost was devastating. The remaining werewolves paused only briefly, their howls of grief echoing across the forest as they felt their link to their Beta severed. Even the Alpha lifted his muzzle to the sky and howled, his voice raw with anguish and fury.
Across the battlefield, the remaining vampires sneered, unbothered. One of their own had fallen, yes, but he had dragged a Beta to hell with him. In their twisted eyes, it was a fair trade. And so, even in loss, they smiled with smug satisfaction, as if this slaughter was nothing more than a bloody game.
"Hahaha! That asshole actually managed to gut a Beta," one of the vampires sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Bet they’re weaker now, just their Alpha and a bunch of pathetic warriors left. So, what do you say? Wanna compete, see who can rack up more kills?"
He grinned as if it were sport, as if bloodshed was nothing more than a playground. But his words ignited a storm of fury among the werewolves. Their fallen Beta’s body hadn’t even grown cold, and already these monsters dared to taunt them, to reduce his sacrifice to a punchline.
A chorus of growls rose from the wolves, low and guttural. Their fur bristled, fangs bared, and saliva dripped from their snarling maws. Hate surged like wildfire through their veins, burning with a need for vengeance.
But even through the red haze of rage, the Alpha’s steady presence anchored them. His commanding growl, a low rumble of authority and control, was a reminder: this was not about revenge alone. They would fight, but not recklessly. Their fallen comrade deserved more than a blind, vengeful slaughter. He deserved a victory.
"Don’t lose your minds now!" The Alpha’s voice echoed through the pack’s mindlink, firm and commanding. "Don’t let hatred blind you. If we lose control, they’ll take advantage and cut us down like flies. Always remember: strategy over emotion. Vampires are stronger than us, but if you let your rage lead, you’ll only throw Krill’s sacrifice away!"
The pack froze, their bodies tense and ready to pounce, claws digging into the soil as fury burned in their eyes. But the Alpha’s words cut through the red haze clouding their judgment. He was right. The vampires wanted them to lose it, to become reckless, predictable, easy prey.
The realization grounded them.