Chapter 34

• Alpha Lokris’s POV
• This wasn’t her, was she? Was this the human girl they’d brought to me? I couldn’t believe my eyes and what they were currently staring at. I had met this girl before and seen her countless times. If there’s anything the Moon Goddess might have blessed me with, it's a photographic memory. I never forgot anything or anyone I’d seen before, even if it was a decade or ten decades ago. I knew this girl had tried to kill her so many times, but I was always stopped. There had always been something different about her that I’d been eager to kill, and I made sure it ceased to exist. The sight before me took me down memory lane of years ago, when I was still going on rampage on the Phantom pack’s territory, causing trouble and hoping it would bring the Alpha to notice and make him come fight me — my chance to end him. My men and I would always camp by their borders and other places where we weren’t going to be seen. We’d wait patiently for any ignorant werewolf to pass by and kill them, and sometimes after the kill, we'd make the daring move to drop the body where it would be seen. One fateful day, I and my men were stealthily hiding as usual when we heard the running paws of a werewolf and the giggles and whispers of a smaller voice. I had let out a sinister snicker; two dead bodies at a time was an improvement. When we lurched from behind the bushes, I hadn’t expected to see a small child on the back of a big, light gray wolf with a ferocious snarl.
• It hadn’t taken me long to sniff her and realize she was a human child. That had even roused up my hostile hunger more; killing a human was now a vengeful cause for every werewolf because of their own murdering spree of our kind. I remembered very clearly that the werewolf that she’d rode on her back that day was a powerful one, one of the twins of the Moon Goddess. It wasn’t hard to figure that out. The air had been sizzling with energy, filled with potent powers, and, for a stunning moment, had felt the synergy of both werewolves and human children. As if they’d teamed up in their heads and were brandishing their invisible but present weapons of battle. I had sensed fear in the human child, but I had also sensed great strength and bravery that I wasn’t sure she was aware of. Very few people would have looked at me the way she’d done and lived to tell the story, but no child ever would. That had brought me to the realization that she was something more, though I hadn’t been able to pinpoint it. When she’d finally escaped from the grasp of my men and I, without a single scratch on her or the child, I left for my pack furious than ever because of the wound I had sustained when the hit my Beta had raised herself to land on the woman had been expertly dodged and I had been the recipient of the brutal headbutt on my left eye. But I made sure the feud didn’t end there.