NovelStartChapter One Hundred and Ninety Three Maybe this was history repeating itself. My father had given up the Dawn Pack to Alexander and I - I gave away the Nightshade pack to Derek.
It is believed that in moments like this-when you're on the verge of giving up- someone dear to you appears, offering words of strength. A vision of a parent, a loved one a guiding voice to pull you back. I waited for that. I waited for Alexander or my father to appear, to tellwhat to do next, to remindthat I wasn't done yet. But no one came. No reassuring voice, no outstretched hand.
There was nothing but darkness.
I was alone.
I thought about the pack-the people who never believed I deserved the title. I thought back to when I was a little girl, watching the soldiers train and repeating their steps. I remembered the first tI held a gun-the realization that I could so easily end a life was as terrifying as it was thrilling.
I remembered how happy and proud I was when I defeated my first opponent-he was a lanky boy who felt insulted for being paired with a girl. Through all those years, there was one thing I never did: give up.
So, I fought the darkness. It felt like I was drowning while desperately trying to break through the surface. I pushed harder, and finally, my eyes snapped open.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was noise-cheering, rejoicing-but on the other side of the field, there was only silence.
Slowly, I staggered to my feet.
The crowd, which was once loud, grew silent. Derek turned around to see what had caused that reaction, and when his eyes met mine, I could see something different in his eyes; this twhen he regarded me, he saw a threat; he saw danger.
He withdrew from his people and headed to me. "Surrender now or I will kill you." He promised, all humor gone from his eyes. I bet if I looked closer, I would see the fear he was trying so hard to hide.
I didn't know where the strength cfrom; maybe it was the realization that I had been this close to losing my pack, maybe it was desperation finally clawing its way into me, but I ran to him, ignoring the blinding pain in my legs and every other part of my body, or the fact that I was naked. He stood ready to face me, but I leaped over him, landing behind him. I grabbed his arm and, with every ounce of my strength, tore it right off his body.
For a moment, there was absolute silence. Even the birds fell quiet as he collapsed to the ground.
"I yield!" he cried out. "I yield!" His voice rose in desperation.
A bell rang twice, signaling the winner.
One by one, members of the Nightshade Pack dropped to their knees before me, followed by the Onyx Pack. They bared their necks in reverence.
"Kaida!" Aric called, but I didn't understand the panic in his voice. I had won. It was over.
He threw himself in front of me, and the arrow-meant for his back, piercing clean through his chest.
"Aric! No, no, no! He said he wouldn't attack-I won fair and square!" I cried out, but Aric only shook his head." "Rogues." He whispered.
I looked up, and sure enough, he was right. They cfrom every corner. Had they been here all along? *** Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Three I couldn't tell.
But now, I saw them-here in their multitudes. More rogues than I had ever seen before. The attack at my father's burial was nothing compared to this.
"Aric, I need to get you out of here." "No," he gasped, choking on his own blood. "I... I...” "Don't speak! I'll get help, I promise-1 will-" "No." He coughed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... can't... make it." "You will," I said, but even I didn't believe that.
"Kaida," he rasped, his trembling hands found mine, but his grip was tight. "Thank you... for giving me... a second chance." His grip onweakened, then slipped away as his body went limp in my hands. He was gone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA scream tore from my throat-so loud, so raw, I was certain the entire pack could hear it.
They killed him; the rogues had killed him. The arrow had been for me, but he had taken the hit, and now he was dead in my place. The feud between the two packs was forgotten as they united against a common enemy-the rogues.
But they were just too many.
I rose to my feet, ignoring the pain. I swore to myself-I would take down as many as I could.
Then I saw the flames.
Fire burned bright, consuming the rogues. Confusion spread amongst them. The rogues fled, and those too slow were swallowed by the hungry flames. Even from a distance, I could feel the scorching heat. I watched in wonder; I had never seen a thing like this.
I couldn't believe the Empress cto our aid; Cynthia had sworn not to help... only, it wasn't Cynthia.
The figure wielding the flames looked like a god in human form. His eyes blazed like the very fire he controlled as Alexander Darkwood stepped forward. The Alpha King was back-his glowing orange eyes locked on me.
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