Fate's Dark Side Chapter 814

I felt a surge of energy come through. It was as if the silver had activated the AgK32 in my system. I had the primal desire to end them.

"I take Ilya; you take gains," I managed to link Kyle weakly, and I set my eyes on Illya.

We caught up with them in the opening. They had stopped running, so I guessed we were far from the bombs and silver.

I watched the white wolves move into the crowd to shield themselves, forcing us to tear through their warriors and other Alphas to get to them.

Some of the Alphas had returned to their human form, making them easy to kill. I guess the Stepanovs did not care about them because if they did, they wouldn't have sprayed silver dust in the air, knowing that the alphas with them weren't immune.

Or maybe the alphas did not move fast enough, but I doubt it.

Knowing what I know about Yuri, they would have eliminated the southern Alphas after achieving what they wanted; this just made getting rid of the traitors easy.

I did not waste my time on the alphas that could not shift. Devin will deal with them when he returns to take his position in the South.

I went for the Stepanov wolves, the grey and white wolves.

I tore off chunks of flesh with fur and was unapologetic about it.

I was destroying my enemies with every blow and bite.

The battle of claws and teeth, sputtering blood everywhere, drove a killing frenzy in the air.

I focused on the future I desired. A wife, children, family, pack and peace. I focused and fought for it. I moved swiftly and hoped none of my comrades would fall because we planned to celebrate our victory tonight.

The white wolves were fast and deadly, and I could see the reason why the Stepanovs were feared. Though Deltas, they were just as deadly as alphas.

I saw Kyle chase a wolf into the woods and knew it was Gaines.

With both Ilya and Gains dead, the battle will be over.

While I fought, I searched for Ilya's wolf and spotted him.

His fur was spotless; other wolves protected him.

How could they call this their revolution when they were unprepared to fight? I lunged towards them, and he sprinted towards the woods. The wolves protecting him tried to fight me, but Casper and Christopher's wolves lunged at them, giving me the opportunity to chase after Ilya.

I sprinted through the dense forest of Greenville, my senses heightened by the Agk32 serum.

The moon's eerie glow illuminated my path as I chased down the scent of Ilya. I had to catch him. Sparing his life will be a failure, and we could not afford that.

I thought of all they had done and what we had to endure because of them, and that gave me the push I needed to move.

Each breath I took carried a blend of anticipation and primal instinct, knowing that tonight's battle would determine our fate.

Suddenly, a rustle in the underbrush alerted me to the presence of my adversary, Ilya. He was hiding. He knew his time was up.

Ilya's scent grew stronger, mingling with the earthy musk of the forest. My muscles coiled, and I crouched low, my claws digging into the soft soil beneath me.

The white soulless Stepanov Wolf emerged from the shadows.

His snarling muzzle revealed rows of sharp, glistening fangs, and his eyes glowed with a menacing blue.

This was it; I knew I had to defeat him to secure peace in our world.

I did not care about Yuri or what might happen in the West because I knew Leo and the King wouldn't fail.

All I cared about was ending Ilya and his hold on the South.

I trusted that Leo and the others would end their adversaries in the West.

Without hesitation, I lunged forward, a growl rumbling deep in my chest. The clash of our bodies reverberated through the night as we engaged in a frenzied dance of teeth and claws. Each swipe and bite carried the weight of my determination, fueled by the primal need to establish dominance.

Our movements were a blur as we rolled, twisted, and fought for control.

The force of our impacts sent tremors through the forest floor, shattering branches and scattering leaves in our wake.

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, heightening my strength and agility. I could feel hope.

Despite the intensity of our struggle, the moon's silvery light offered brief glimpses of my opponent's ferocious features. Blood dripped from my wounds, mingling with the wet earth, but the pain only fueled my resolve.

My every instinct screamed for victory, for survival.

With a final surge of strength, I managed to pin Ilya beneath me. My jaws clamped down on his exposed throat, a triumphant

snarl escaping my lips.

Ilya struggled beneath me, but my grip held firm. At that moment, I knew I had emerged victorious.

A profound sense of satisfaction washed over me as life faded from Ilya. I howled at the moon, my voice echoing through the night, proclaiming my victory.

Previous events and this battle were gruelling, pushing me to the limits of my physical and mental endurance. But I had emerged stronger, more connected to the primal forces that surged within me. And as I basked in the moon's glow, I knew victory was ours.

Kyle arrived limping. I could see that he, too, had defeated his enemy. I howled at the moon in gratitude. I could not wait to call Leo, tell him of our victory, and inform him that our world will always have one king.