Chapter 112 - 111. A New Foe

The thud sound on the ground of heads severed from their packmates' bodies, seemed to be the only noise they were able to hear. The leader of Bloodhood watched them as they rolled for a few seconds, then stopped. His brain couldn't process what he was watching. Time felt like frozen as the whips still held the now headless bodies of his fighters aloft.

Silver eyes paused on each of the heads as the alpha was trying to make sure they were indeed his packmates. To make sure it wasn't a nightmare. He blinked yet nothing changed. The preposterous sight still displayed before his eyes.

Suddenly, the dark energy whips retracted from the bodies and dropped them on the ground to form a cocoon around the Skinwalker. The nine bodies followed their heads in a series of nine consecutive thuds.

Silver couldn't do anything but stared at the bloody, irrefutable evidence of the carnage that had occurred seconds ago and anger prevailed.

The alpha spread his arms and every muscle in his body tensed, ready to charge the enemy. A growl tore through the air until the ground shook. In the forest, a group of birds flew away after feeling the waves of the threatening aura. They weren't the only ones. Within a radius of one mile, all living beings had felt the same. A death threat. The warning of an alpha, of a leader.

Silver was ready ta assail but Glen knew how wrong this idea was. The Dominant had no way to protect himself or attack against the Skinwalker's magic. If Silver let his emotions overwhelm him, the worst would happen.

Glen noticed that the system had been ringing for a few seconds but Eden didn't react. He looked at the screen and his mouth went dry. There wasn't a single minute to lose.

He turned to his mate and the look he saw on the male omega's face was the same as his father's. The young werewolf exuded growing animosity, and the alpha knew he, too, was about to give in his wrath.

Glen grabbed his mate by the shoulders and locked eyes with the blond. He needed Eden to stop his father because, given the state the leader was in, he was the only one who could do something.

"Eden, listen to me, Eden!" He shook slightly his mate to make him realize his presence.

"Eden!" Glen's deep, low, slightly hoarse voice snapped the omega out of his almost trance.

"You have to stop your father, only you can do it."

Eden blinked, he was back in his right mind. He weighted his dominant's words unsure of what he had just told him and what it implied. The noise in his head caught his attention and he peeked at the system. The omega's eyes opened wide again.

Glen knew he had just noticed the System screen popping up and read the information But it wasn't the moment to focus on it so he pushed it aside and answered his mate.

"I can't…"

"Yes, you can. You are the only one who can force the Alpha to stop. Eden, if he goes after this thing, Alpha Silver won't be able to stop him. He has no way to fight against magic, do you understand what I'm saying?"

The blond nodded his head.

"But how do you want me to stop it? I'm not strong enough, Dad is…"

"The Command of the King!" Glen cut him off. "Use the command of the King to compel him to obey you. I'll handle the Skinwalker and you, go and calm Alpha Silver down."

The omega paused. He understood Glen's plan perfectly well, but the implications made a lump in his stomach. He was going, he an omega, to force an Alpha, no, his leader and his father to obey him.

The hierarchy of werewolves was set in stone. Immutable and unchanged from the dawn of their creation by the Moon Goddess. At the top, is the alpha, powerful, and at the base, with no possibility to ever make a difference, were omegas.

Even if an omega could become the Luna of a pack, without their dominants, their status had no value. That's why an omega had to follow the leader. It was impossible to escape this rule. At least it usually was.

Eden nodded once again and the next moment he shifted to his werewolf form. The teen turned his head to his father as the leader watched the cocoon from afar, waiting for the Skinwalker who had locked himself inside to come out. His eyes bulged as he was staring without even blinking to not miss the timing.

"Stay safe. You know what will happen if you let his magic get to you."

"Don't worry, I have no intention of being fooled. I won't miss our moment and I'll definitively put my mark on you tonight."

Eden cracked a weak smile and rushed towards his father letting Glen take over the dome above them. Just when the omega was about to reach his father, the cocoon opened and started to reveal the Skinwalker inside. As if he had heard a signal inaudible to the rest of the world, Silver Bloodhood began to move.

Eden saw the alpha outrun him in just a few steps and the omega drew on his resources to pick up the pace. He had to stop his father as soon as possible.

He strained his legs, pushing every muscle to its absolute limit, and, after pulling away slightly to gain momentum, he charged with all his might at his father, sending him rolling to the side.

The two werewolves fell on the ground. Because of his reflexes stimulated by his excess of anger, Silver was already about to resume his run, but Eden tackled him. Taking advantage of the dominant's surprise, he straddled him and placed his forearm on his father's throat to restrain him. He knew he only got one try.

"Don't move," Eden said under his breath. Silver didn't listen to his request. He was ready to unseat his son when the omega screamed on top of his lungs.

"I said don't move! It's a command from your king!"

Not a muscle of the dominant moved. Silver Bloodhood's body unwillingly obeyed the order given to it, and abruptly stopped struggling. The alpha, lying on the frozen ground, stared at Eden who was breathing heavily.

Silver knew what he had heard, just as he had understood what the omega had just said, but he couldn't believe it. Even though, deep down, he knew. After all, it wasn't the first time.

Back in the cave, it wasn't only him, but the whole pack that the one who had the blood rank of an omega had submitted. Silver opened his mouth to speak and, above him, Eden's body swayed, then tipped to the side and collapsed. Silver reacted just in time to catch him before he hit the ground, drained of his strength.

His breathing was heavy and fast. The Dominant recalled his son having the same reaction after subduing his packmates in the cavern. At that time, his mate had stayed by his side to calm him down.

Silver looked up to spot Glen and found the dominant standing next to his friend and the latter's lover. Beside them were three people and the leader recognized the two Skinwalkers he had spared when he rescued the human.

In front of them, was a figure that belonged to the Skinwalker who had returned to his human form. The two camps were a few feet apart. Without any movement. The leader of Bloodhood gritted his teeth, wary, then looked down at his son.

"It's ok, just try to breathe. Your mate will be there soon."

The omega opened his mouth to try to speak but he could only gasp as his chest was burning and felt heavy. His eyes widened as he felt the sensation intensify and his father began to worry.

"Eden… What's happening? Eden!"

When his son passed out in his arms, the Alpha swore under his breath before looking up at the young alpha.

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When Eden had rushed to chase his father, the alpha had taken over Connor and Greg's protection. He knew his friend and his lover were the Skinwalker's targets and as soon as the Skinwalker would emerge from the chrysalis or whatever formed around him, they would have to fight the wizard. He had no idea what to expect.

With Connor weakened and Greg vulnerable and nearly defenseless, he knew the battle would be tough.

"I got that." A voice that came from behind startled him and Glen snapped his head at her owner. Silphie got up after checking on her husband's condition. The dominant had knocked out the Blue Moon's Chief along with the rest of his fighters. She was escorted by two Skinwalkers, a man and a woman who clung desperately to him.

Glen didn't expect the witch to appear, let alone offer to help him. He paused as he tried to consider what she had just said and Silphie continued.

"I came to repair the misdeeds and the crimes of my husband. I want to end this nonsense."

Her eyes fell to Connor who was still on the floor, then to Greg beside him. The woman's face tensed when she saw Connor's coldness as if she was about to burst into tears. The officer looked away, bitter, and gritted his teeth.

He wasn't ready to forgive. He wouldn't soon forget that the tribe had gone after the person he held most dear. Silphie took the hit and turned to the cocoon. She took a step closer to Glen and assessed the situation.

At the same time, the chrysalis opened. The two silhouettes of Eden and his father were running towards it.

Edgy, Silphie waited to see what they were going to do and when she saw the male omega male tackle his Alpha and send him rolling on the ground, she decided to take action.

The witch raised her arms and shouted out words in a language Glen didn't recognize. A circle of lunar runes formed on the ground. The dome that protected the werewolf and his friends from the attacks of the crazed Skinwalker was reinforced with a new one. As soon as the new protection was put in place, the witch spoke new words, and a path of runes formed up to the cocoon.

The latter had just revealed Wyatt's body in his human form. The Skinwalker started to walk towards them with a slow but heavy step and the witch felt her heart sink when he was close enough for her to see his face.

Where Wyatt's eyes were supposed to be, there were two deep black abysses.

The wizard stopped a few feet away from then. Without eyes, Silphie wasn't sure what he was doing but from the movements of his head, she knew he had just stared at Connor before looking back at her.

"Why are you in my way?"

"Wyatt, you can still come back to us. Stop that nonsense."

"Nonsense?" repeated the Skinwalker. He tilted his head and a crease appeared between his eyebrows. "He killed my mate!"

Silphie gritted her teeth. The man had succumbed to his anger and dark energy was flowing into him. She no longer saw any trace of him blessing, the mark of his tie with the clan.

She raised her hand and peered at the man with a sorry look on her face. The witch spoke once again a word of an unknown language and a circle of runes formed around Wyatt.

The man glared at Silphie. The next moment, his body dispersed into a black mist. He reappeared in the distance near the forest.

Wyatt observed his enemies and the members of what was now his former tribe for a moment. The man turned on his heels then disappeared into the forest.

Silphie lowered her arm and the dome faded away. She knew that Blue Moon and Bloodhood's stories had just taken a new turn.. She knew they had just witnessed the awakening of a new foe.