Chapter 54

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"Dad?" I whispered, causing the Alpha to flick his ear in response. He was watching me with a steady gaze, his yellow eyes nothing but slits of inhumanity. I only stared, ignoring the sound of cries and the clang of metal surrounding us. All that mattered was the wolf in front of me, and all that mattered was that he showed me who he was. But he didn't make a move, his nose twitching slightly as he caught my scent.

Out of nowhere an arrow struck his side, causing him to let out a snarl of pain. He turned to the side, snapping his jaws at the culprit. I also spun around to see Miss Anderson lower her bow, a smile spreading across her lips.

"You didn't think I would let both of you leave alive did you?" She called with a cackle, oblivious to the white wolf creeping up behind her. The Alpha only let out another growl, couching down to take a flying leap towards her. Her eyes brightened with delight but not before Isaac raked his claws down her armour, however it didn't even leave a mark, and she was left to turn and glare at him angrily. She unsheathed Parazonium from her belt and brought it to her chest, poised to strike at Isaac, but the Alpha had reached her. Isaac and The Alpha circled her, black and white fusing together to pin their shared enemy. Miss Anderson stood at the ready, her eyes flickering between the two, her fingers tightening around her sword.

"Stop playing games Shawn," She hissed, twirling the sword in a well-practised movement so it flashed like a streak of silver. "Kill me, slaughter me. It wouldn't be the first time you've done it."
He growled at this, licking his pointed canines as he circled her, looking incredibly large in comparison to Isaac opposite him. Isaac had his eyes on Miss Anderson, his gaze repeatedly flicking to the Parazonium. His ears were flattened to his head as he let out a shredded howl, snapping his jaws towards her direction. She only cackled in response, raising her sword to twirl it in the air. "Oh please," She scoffed, her tone loose and carefree despite the situation. "You really aren't as scary as you think you are."

Isaac only let out a strangled growl in response, his fur standing on end. The Alpha matched his expression, gnashing his teeth in a way that made my legs shake from its ferocity. However, Miss Anderson seemed unnerved, her pupils narrowed with excitement, a sly smirk slipping onto her lips.

"I loved you the moment I met you," Miss Anderson commented, pointing the Parazonium towards the Alpha, however her gaze kept flickering to Isaac. "And instead you used me to get what you wanted."

The Alpha only continued to snarl, with Isaac looking slightly confused, his growl faltering.

"I knew as soon as you went missing you had ventured back to the world you belonged in. When Jeremy confirmed your body was never found I knew you had left your humanity behind, dwelling in the woods until you had a sound enough mind to create the pack you always wanted to rule." In one swift movement she jabbed at the Alpha, the tip barely scathing his skin as he took a side step away, leaving himself unharmed. He let out a vicious growl, but didn't try to attack her, instead remaining defensive as he continued to circle her. Isaac never glanced in my direction, his attention solely focused on the crazed woman who carried the very weapon that could destroy them all.

"I only ever saw glimpses of you over the years, but I was never called to destroy you," She waved her sword, clenching it with tight fingers. "And then Amber disappeared, and the Parade began to regather." Her eyes narrowed into slits, her smirk falling. "I knew it was you the moment she was taken."

The Alpha uttered a low rumble deep from his chest, slinking like a shadow against Isaac. They formed almost a ying and yang, bound by the prospect of their own disease, both seeking unity in the killing of the very mythical leader that swore to murder them all. Although Isaac looked incredibly smaller in comparison to him, I could still see the muscles rippling underneath his pelt, distinguished by the density of his fur.

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