Chapter 87: When Worlds Collide
The blood moon cast everything in red light as Elara stood in the middle of Blackwood territory.
Her silver power pulsed around her like a heartbeat, trying to fix the land that was dying beneath their feet. "It’s not working," she gasped, sweat dripping on her forehead.
"Something’s blocking me." Kael’s hand found her shoulder. "The First Pack is poisoning everything they touch.
Your health can’t keep up." Through their Quad Bond, she felt her friends’ exhaustion. They’d been fighting for three hours straight, and the enemy kept coming. Wave after wave of strange creatures that shouldn’t exist. "We need to retreat," Darian said, his truth-sight flickering weakly.
"Fall back to the inner sanctuary." "No." Elara’s voice was steel. "If we give up this ground, they’ll slaughter everyone who can’t run fast enough." A roar shook the earth. Something huge was moving through the trees toward them. Something that made the other First Pack hunts look like puppies.
"Alpha Prime," Tobias breathed, his face white with fear. "The first werewolf ever made. I thought it was just a story." The creature that came from the shadows was nightmare made flesh.
Twenty feet tall, with claws like swords and teeth that dripped liquid darkness. Its eyes weren’t red like the others – they were black holes that seemed to suck light from the world. "Bow to your true Alpha," it spoke, its voice like grinding stone. "Or watch your pack burn."
Every wolf in hearing distance dropped to their knees. Every wolf except four. The Quad Bond flared to life, guarding Elara and her mates from the creature’s domination power.
But she could feel it pushing against their minds, trying to crack their unity. "Impressive," Alpha Prime growled. "But even your precious bond cannot save you from what comes next." It raised one huge claw, and the air itself began to tear.