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I could already see the effect of Blair’s newly rendered insanity on the soldiers. They were not behaving rationally because Blair could not maintain control over them as a rational man. He was controlling them as the monster he was now. Instead of shooting at us, the soldiers rushed past one another, eager to fight with their hands.

As both sides neared the center of the field, I wondered what was taking Vincent and Maliha so long.

Chapter 30

Will

I could see myself in the monster that Blair had become. There was no denying that he had used a serum devised from my blood and genetic makeup. The fur on his body was the same shade as mine. His claws resembled in shape to my claws, although they were considerably larger in size.

We were just a few inches apart on the battlefield, finally about to clash with each other. I had no plan of action at this moment. I did not know how my entire pack was going to take on that army. All I knew was I had to keep charging and meet Blair in battle. If I could somehow kill him, that would stop everything.

But then, luck shone on me in the most fateful turn of events.

Right as the soldiers were about to clash with the werewolves, a big sonic boom resounded in the sky, sending shockwaves in every direction. I could see the trees rustling against the brute force of the wave.

Blair had stopped dead in his tracks. He was grabbing his head and howling in pain. Behind him, all his soldiers had frozen in place, unable to move. They were still breathing and snarling, but they were unable to move any of their limbs.

The device!Alexis cheered.

It worked,I confirmed.

But our victory was short-lived. Blair was back to normal again, wiping the blood from his snout with the back of his paw. He growled at me and began circling me. Even though I could not communicate with him, I could feel the harsh energy coming off his body, an entirely red vibe that spelled blood and slaughter.

My pack stopped behind me, unsure of what to do as the army that they were supposed to battle with had suddenly frozen. Vincent and Maliha had come through for us at the last moment.

Together, we could kill Blair in an instant if we all tried, but that would not be fair to the man whose entire army was immobilized. Besides, this whole thing had started with me and him. It had to end with me and him.

The werewolves understood this. They began forming a circle around us, as was common when two Alphas fought. As bizarre as it was to admit it, since Blair had been morphed into his mutated wolf form by the blood of an Alpha, he, too, was an Alpha. When two Alphas fought, the other wolves watched. It was the law of the supernatural.

Blair had been rendered a bit weak by the wavelength jammer signal that Vincent and Maliha had sent, but he was far from being docile. In fact, he was more agitated than before, having just witnessed the loss of his entire army.

Blair circled me, gnarling and gnashing his teeth, stomping his claws on the ground. His eyes, which were previously slit-like, had turned red and wide. Red was the color of rage. Wide was the stance of attack. With this information, I ducked at the last moment and prevented Blair from hitting me.

Instead, Blair went reeling behind me, hitting a tree. He struck it so hard that the tree fell. Blair, on the other hand, was completely unaffected. He got back up, brushed himself, and began charging toward me again.

This time, I was without any fear and without any inhibition. Victory seemed so close. The soldiers had been taken care of. Only Blair remained, lost in his mind and reasoning.

I charged my paw and brought it up in a powerful slash, hitting Blair under his chin just as he came close to me, throwing him on his back. The wolves howled around me. This was the law of the jungle—survival of the fittest. Blair was big, sure, but he was not strong. He lacked resolve. A man who had resolve would have fought me straight on without using any serums or army. Blair lacked the spine, just like his father and his friends.

My resolve was growing with each second. Blair leaped upon me, hoping to crush me under his weight. Instead of swerving to avoid him, I reached up with both claws and lifted myself off the ground, meeting Blair mid-air, digging my claws into his skin, drawing blood.

Blair howled and, in a moment of desperation, dug his teeth into my neck.

I let go of him mid-air and barely landed on all fours. His bite had stung me very viciously. I could feel his venom entering my body, weakening me. That was all it had taken from his side, one bite, to level the playing field.

Blood dripped from where he had bitten me. The wound was not closing as fast as I’d expected. How could it? Blair was imbued with my blood. His attacks were effective against me. Any more injuries and I could falter.

Luckily, the wound was just skin deep. I shrugged, throwing off the last of the blood drops leaking from my neck, and rejoined the fight, tapping into my dormant rage. I was not going to give him another chance to strike me.

I roared and unleashed a flurry of claws on Blair’s face, tearing his snout, blinding him in one eye, ripping apart his skin, creating deep gashes in his fur, and drawing blood from every wound where I had struck.

Blair howled in pain, reeling to the back of the field. Instead of letting him escape, I jumped and pounced right on top of him, returning the favor and digging into his neck with my teeth, tasting blood.

He effortlessly threw me off. While I was down, the blood-drenched mutated monster reached and slashed along the entire length of my midriff.

Weakly, I got back up and bit at Blair’s front paw, tearing its skin off. Now was not the time to hold back my attacks. Clearly, he wasn’t.

One thing was certain. If he injured me again, I would not be able to keep fighting.