Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 283

Damon:

The earth wasn’t trembling anymore.

It wasn’t just giving us a warning that things were happening, that everything was about to explode, that things were going to change.

It was howling.

It was giving us a full on warning that if we did not fled then things were going to take a different path than we would be able to handle. But we were not going to run. We were going to fight bravely. We were going to fight.

The sky was scorched black, clouds twisted in rage as if the heavens themselves were cracking open. All around me, blood, smoke, screaming steel. My wolves didn’t hesitate. Not anymore. Not after everything that they’ve seen, not after everything that we have endured. They were willing to fight until the very end, and they were willing to fight blood, war and everything that stood in their way. They fought through the madness like they were born for it. Some we’d lost. Some bled. All still standing.

Those that passed, we knew we would mourn, but right now it was time for us to fight. This was not time for us to stand back.

I tore through another rogue, if you could still call it that. Half-wolf, half-shadow, like something pulled out from a grave with fury stitched into its bones. I didn’t want to kill another wolf, but I knew that right now I had no other options. They had drawn me to this. She was sure to turn US against one another by using her power to control them. It didn’t even flinch when I sank my claws in. It only died when its neck snapped under my grip.

Across the field, I spotted her.

“Delilah!” I shouted. The last person that I still wanted to see her, I had tried to get her inside more times than ever, but now it was growing more dangerous and I knew that I was going to be able to protect her.

She was crouched over one of our own, chest heaving, claws bloodied. Ethan was near, bleeding from the shoulder but alive. Barely. I moved toward them fast.

“Inside,” I growled at her. “Things are getting more complicated. You need to go inside.”

She didn’t even flinch. “They need me. I’m not going inside, Damon.”

“Delilah, don’t argue…”

“I’m not,” she cut me off, grabbing my arm. “You’re wasting time trying to shelter people who chose to stand. I made my choice. Now let me fight. I grew up to fight. I did not grow up to stand back while other men did my duty. I will fight until the very end, even if it means that I have to take my last breath. Do you understand me?”

Another howl tore the sky.

A wolf shot out of the trees, one of ours, corrupted by the mist. His eyes were wild, glazed. He charged at Ethan with murder written in his body.

Delilah moved first.

She slammed into the rogue mid-air, dragging him down hard enough to rattle the ground. A bone cracked, his or hers, I couldn’t tell. She stayed standing. She glared at it as it fell.

Ethan reached for her. “Delilah…”

“Not now.” Her hand went up like a shield. She didn’t look at him. Her eyes were locked ahead, watching for the next hit. “If you think that you can persuade me in this, then you are very wrong.’

That’s when the ground split open, near the north gate. Trees cracked like brittle bones. Mist poured in like floodwater.

“They’re breaching from every side,” I muttered. “If this proceeds, then we’re not going to be able to hold them. Out of the house. And you staying here is not going to do anyone any good.”

“You talking about is not going to change the facts. So, its either you fight or allow me to fight while you go by yourself elsewhere.” She said, snapping at me.

“Is this really the time for you to be having this conversation?” I asked, glaring at the two of them.

Screams and cries stopped the us from answering or having this conversation. I let out a low growl calling in those who are alive of my pack members.

I turned, calling orders over the noise.

“Fan out! Reinforce the flanks! No one breaks through the west line, no one! Delilah, Ethan, cover left. father, you’re with me.”

My claws flexed. The mist didn’t shrink back.

It pulsed, like it was alive. Like it was watching.

“I want Carter found,” I growled. “He is the breach they are crossing. The border through him. I want him found and I want him to be alive. He’s been controlled by the Mist, but once that’s done then I want him to answer to what he might know.”

“He will be,” He said beside me. “They always show themselves before the end.”

I looked at the battlefield, the smoke, the blood-soaked ground, and I didn’t see chaos anymore.

I saw the beginning of the reckoning.

“Then let’s make them regret ever coming here.”

And then we charged.