PRESENT
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Night put her down and stood in front of Arabella, hiding her behind his huge frame, ready to take everyone if required. As far as he could smell, there were a lot of werewolves.
This was a planned attack. Whoever planned this was keeping an eye on them.
They were not rogues because a large number of rogues had now become part of the Silver Moon Pack.
‘Zahir, Eliam. We have uninvited guests at Morawali Hills.' He mind-linked them and closed them instantly. They would at least take an hour to reach. I'm not sure what the status of that moment would be, but for now, he had to keep Arabella protected.
Arabella placed her hand on his arms. She was scared for Night.
The werewolves on the other side started appearing one by one. All of a sudden, Night’s body stiffened.
'What is it?'
‘I recognized their smell.' Night responded, feeling that he had sensed a couple of scents earlier but had no idea where. But as the seconds passed, he finally remembered that. ‘They are the werewolves from the Nightfall Pride, from where we ran away after killing that Beta.’
Wylder took a deep breath and watched all the werewolves. It looked like half of the pack was here or more.
Even that night, these werewolves wanted to kill him, and tonight was no different.
Wylder hadn’t forgotten how they killed his dad, or father figure, by beating him continuously.
‘They are the werewolves from the Nightfall Pride.' Wylder informed both his Beta and Gamma and wondered who would have been the Alpha of this pack now.
The question wasn’t that tough.
His father figure’s son, Erik Woodside. They used to be brothers when they were kids.
‘Damn! It looks like he has sent his army to kill me.' Wylder thought, doubting whether he would be able to fight all of them or not. He was scared that he might fail to protect Arabella.
He knew there was only one thing he could do in this case.
RUN.
Though he hated running away from the fight, for now, that was the demand of the time. Night let out a loud roar, ready to fight with them, and in the next moment, he jumped from the cliff carrying Arabella. He hid her body with his as much as he could.
Arabella didn’t make a sound and kept looking into his blue eyes, and in the middle, Night gave control to Wylder, who tried to use his magic but couldn’t.
Fuck!
Now he realized why no one attacked them when he was spending quality time with Arabella. He shifted back to his Lycan form to handle as many injuries as he could while falling down. His body started hitting branches of trees one after another, and after a while, he finally landed on the ground, but his legs trembled. He realized that Arabella’s back had hit the ground, and he quickly turned his position, taking the pain at his back.
He growled at her, asking her if she was fine. Though he tried his best to keep her safe, there were scratches on her right hand, and she was bleeding as well.
At the same time, Arabella looked at him in concern and asked, "Are you okay?" She asked in a low tone. Night would have given control to Wylder so that they could do the talking, but he sensed them in the air.
Getting back on his feet, he started running as fast as he could while his body healed in the meantime.
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#TBC