Page 102 of Wolf's Endgame

Kezia

It was like something from a movie. A really big Hollywood blockbuster movie, where special effects took the budget over the quality of the acting. The moon’s light cast eerie shadows, illuminating the scene in front of us.

Wolves fought with tooth and claw against men and their weapons. I saw the glint of silver in some hands, but amidst the noise of fighting—snarls of rage, cries of pain—it all melded into the earsplitting sound of battle.

A cacophony of growls echoed in the air, accompanied by the desperate cries of humans and the metallic clash of weapons meeting fur.

Fueled by instinct, each movement was a swift and purposeful blur, figures clashing in a brutal struggle for dominance. They vanished and reappeared in the shadows, taking advantage of the moon’s intermittent cover. The air was thick with the scent of blood and damp fur, intensifying the savage atmosphere. I watched on in mounting horror as the primal instincts of the fighters took over, blurring the line between human and animal, and shifters fought fiercely in the sudden almost pitch-black darkness.

Reaching out, I took Cass’s hand. “Come on.”

We ran towards the fighting, while somewhere in the back of my head, a small voice was telling me to run back, away from it all, but I plowed onwards, Cass right beside me.

I pulled her to the side of a building, its musty scent filling the air as we hid in its shadows. I’d never seen it before, and judging by the look on her face, neither had she. We looked around wide-eyed as I tried to figure out who was who.

“What the fuck is this?” she whispered as she pressed close to me.

“Bale’s other pack,” I grunted, flattening against the wall.

“This is insanity,” Cass muttered. “How am I going to find Landon?”

How were we going to find anyone?

“We have a problem,” I murmured to her quickly.

“What?”

“I don’t know all of Cannon’s pack.”

“And?”

I winced. “I may not know who is who,” I confessed.

Cass cursed but I heard her take a deep breath. “Then we avoid them all. We just need to get to Landon.” She gripped my wrist. “Then find Kris. We’ll be okay when we get to Kris.” She said it almost like a prayer of hope.

I wasn’t convinced that this would be as straightforward as she believed. Seeing the battle, witnessing the savagery, I knew why Cannon didn’t want me near this.

This wasn’t a barn fight.

This was war.

It was so much more than I was expecting. I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know how to fight like this, and my unease grew as I realized the mistake I’d made by coming here. Cannon was going to be so pissed, and he was right to be.

“You’re freaking out,” she accused me in the sudden darkness.

“You’re not?” I asked her incredulously.

“Yes, but the longer we stay here like freaked-out pups, the quicker we’ll be caught.”

She was right. I needed to pull it together. “Stick to the edges. I was in some kind of giant cabin-like compound thing. We find it. We may find…someone.”

Thankfully, Cass said nothing as we crept along the side of the building. We edged backward away from the fighting, and then we were once more in the rough grass.

“Stay low. No matter what you see, stick with me,” I instructed her.

“What if I see Landon?”

Rage raced through me. “If you see your brother fighting my pack?—”

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