BATTLE OF THE LYCANS
CHRISTIAN's P.O.V
I literally couldn't believe my eyes.
Through all the pain that I felt, I was stunned at the sight of my Luna... In all her lycan glory, trying to tear her brother apart.
These two were like yin and yang.
Azazel's fur was a silky pitch black while Zenith had undoubtedly the whitest fur I had ever seen.
In the corner of my eye, I noticed the witch quickly make her away from the fight.
“Go after her.” My wolf demanded.
“Sure thing, Galan. Because I'm in the perfect shape to do that.” I sent back sarcastically.
“We could shift, but I doubt you can handle it.”
“I can't.” I said getting to my feet as painlessly as possible before limping after the witch when Azazel stopped me.
“Leave her and get Kruel out of there.” She mind-linked and I had to change my course even though I really wish I had the strength to kill the witch.
As I made my way down what seemed to be a long hallway through the two metallic doors Azazel pointed at with her snout, I noticed something situated in the corner.
More like someone actually.
The heavy breathing and shaking led me to the realization.
I cautiously neared them as quietly as possible but I wasn't exactly the best at stealth. That being said, the person looked up and the moment their eyes met mine, I felt my heart in my throat.
It was Kruel.
But his eyes were the pitch black that I remembered scared the absolute shît out of Zarya. Even in the dimly lit room, I could make out the dark veins that popped up on both his arms that hang lazily on his knees.
The sight was a little frightening.
A lot frightening actually but I had to remind myself that this was Kruel. My alpha and my bestfriend.
So, gathering up all my strength, I knelt down in front of him before pulling the silver chains that stung to the touch.
I was about to break them apart when I noticed that they had already been broken.
Looking up, I was face-to-face with Kruel who had the most sinister smirk I had ever seen anyone hold.
One that caused his canines to glisten with blood.
This was fūcking horrifying.... Even for a grown åss man such as myself.
And I was too slow in backing up because the next thing I knew, his clawed hand wrapped around my neck in a deadly grip, pinning up against the wall beside us.
Shit!
"Do you think we can talk about this?" I tried to get out even though I could barely breathe.
Damn, what should I do?
“Shift.”
“No... Too risky. He could take it as a threat and we'd be dead in a second.” I reasoned with Galan, “I need a different approach.”
“Your different approach is fighting her psychotic brother right now.”
That was true.
YOU ARE READING
The Alpha's Son
Werewolf"You can't always rely on yourself, Azazel. There's a reason why we're mates." "I don't want you as a mate!" I growled out. "Why couldn't the Moon Goddess give me someone who isn't like you? Why did it have to be you? Why?" "Then reject me already."...
