Wuuusshhh
The sound of the wind cut through the ears of the man in front, who deftly dodged a swift swipe of claws. A strange clash was unfolding before the attentive eyes of anxious spectators: two werewolves from the same pack were in a fierce battle, using their own claws as weapons. The tension in the air was palpable, and the sound of the clash echoed like muffled thunder.
"You! I warned you several times not to go against the rules!" The larger wolf, with golden fur gleaming in the light, exclaimed as he delivered a powerful punch to the smaller wolf. Although significantly smaller in stature, the smaller wolf resisted with fierce determination. The size difference seemed irrelevant in the face of the indomitable will emanating from his eyes.
"You! Dare to say I broke the rules? Your impatience created this shitty situation!" The smaller wolf shouted, gripping his opponent's hands firmly in a seemingly endless struggle of strength. The words carried intense emotional weight, echoing through the environment like distant thunder. And, at that moment, the old saying became increasingly real...
Size doesn't equal strength.
With the power of his firm feet and legs, the smaller wolf began to push the larger one back little by little. The determination in his eyes was unwavering, and each step he took seemed to carry the weight of an inevitable destiny. The spectators, in turn, watched with astonished looks and uneasy whispers.
"Those two... what the hell happened for them to want to continue this pointless dispute?" murmured one of the observers, incredulity evident in his voice. The reasons behind the fierce fight were a mystery, but the intensity of the confrontation made it clear that something much deeper was at stake.
With each movement, the fight grew fiercer. The wolves exchanged blows with impressive speed and force, and the sound of claws tearing through the air and flesh was almost deafening. The larger wolf, with his brute strength, tried to dominate the smaller opponent with merciless attacks, while the smaller wolf, agile and strategic, counterattacked with calculated precision.
It was a deadly dance, a display of power and endurance.
The eyes of the group's spectators were fixed on the battle, unable to look away, despite knowing it would lead to nothing... it seemed serious... Each of them felt the growing tension; they were not joking, as if the very ground trembled under the intensity of the fight. The wolves' roars echoed across the field, reverberating through the trees and the earth, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
Adrenaline flowed freely, both for the combatants and the observers.
"They don't seem to be..." one murmured, and the other continued, "Fighting seriously..." Sounds of people came from behind them as they continued to watch.
Suddenly, the larger wolf landed a devastating blow, throwing the smaller wolf to the ground with brutal force.
Silence took over the environment for a moment that felt eternal. But the smaller wolf, with unwavering determination, got up again, his eyes blazing with indomitable fury. "Damn it..." he murmured, realizing it wouldn't be easy to defeat him. He was not willing to give up, no matter how injured he was, even if it meant death...
"You all heard. I will not tolerate any more internal conflicts. We need to be united, strong, and focused. Anything less will lead to our ruin. Is that understood?"
"Alexander." After seeing the pack's agreement, a female werewolf appeared at the scene. "We have some information for you, General," she said, bowing slightly and handing him a folder. "What's this?" he questioned, noticing it was marked as confidential.
"Rebel activity in Ashkaj, Harnith, and Azarhat," she continued after a brief pause.
"Vampire activity in the Kingdom... Coming from the desert following the province of Kakja... High-ranking vampires, our information has already identified their origins, members of the Scarlet Valkyries from..." She murmured, and Alexander completed, "Valentina Scarlet..." He thought for a few seconds; he didn't like vampires, but this problem was even worse than mere dislike.
"That's all?" he asked after the moment of silence. He wanted more detailed information, but... it wasn't possible. "We haven't identified anything else... Any army force that has disturbed this group of women has simply vanished without a trace. We lost six groups in the last six weeks...
I considered letting it go and focusing only on the war, but... it seems the demonic invasion is more problematic than ever," she said, turning to a direction where the tree Siren had disintegrated with a single blow still showed the mark of the cut in the air.
"I understand, thank you, Natasha... What about the meeting of the rulers? Has the old man decided to go, or will he remain in that woman's hands for longer?" Alexander inquired, looking at the same spot as she was. "If I were you, I'd show more respect to Lady Fenrir.
She is only behind her father and is helping the King as much as she can, unlike that filthy bitch who chose to rebel," Natasha concluded.
"I see, so you support that unknown woman... I hope it proves to be beneficial. That union... is strange," Alexander said. "If I were you, I'd be worried about something else," Natasha replied. As the royal secretary, she had many things on her mind and various small hints of what was to come. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, widening his eyes and studying the woman's features. Explore more stories at m,v l'e-NovelFire
"As a general, you must be summoned. During all Ruler Meetings, besides the ruler, one of their aides will also attend, even if just as a formality. I recommend you stay alert so you don't end up dead," she said as she turned and began to leave.
"Me? Die? Spare me," Alexander said confidently. "Who would kill me at a silly meeting?" he questioned again.
"I repeat, if I were you, I'd worry about other things. After all, the man you tried to kill and did succeed, suddenly came back to life after ten years. Do you really think he'll forget?" Natasha questioned, but Alexander remained indifferent. "So, you're not taking it seriously... well, you'll see him at the meeting," Natasha said.
"What? What do you mean I'll see him at the meeting?" he asked, and she smiled back at him. "It seems you've been too focused on the war. Ethan Smith was coldly murdered by Dante Scarlet, and, of course... now being in possession of the Western Empress, which makes him the Emperor," she said, leaving the scene before he could think more about it.
"Ten-year grudge, huh... Well, Ethan was a greedy cockroach, I'm not scared at all... But damn, how did I miss this? I am really obsessed with the war," he said nonchalantly as he returned to his group. "We need to exterminate some rebels, let's head to Ashkaj."