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Alexis, at the last second, leaped out from the crowd of the wolves, meeting Blair headlong mid-air, tackling him with brute force, causing him to deviate from his offensive trajectory and fall limply to his side.

Alexis! What are you doing?I called out as I steadied myself and got back up.

Forget the rules, Will. Blair’s not playing by the rules. He heals himself instantaneously. It’s impossible to defeat him single-handedly. We’ll do it like we always do everything. Together. Come now!

Before waiting for my response, Alexis leaped into the air again and landed on Blair’s body, delivering a series of lethal slashes to his face, torso, and legs. This was all the bolstering I needed to get back into the battle and fight alongside my mate.

Chapter 31

Alexis

Even though they were stuck in place, the presence of the soldiers on the battlefield was a jarring sight to behold, especially when they came up in the periphery of my vision as I fought Blair. The danger that they would break free of their hold at any second hung over my head by a thread. I hoped that Maliha and Vincent’s device would stay put long enough for me and Will to defeat Blair. After that, we could tend to the soldiers.

But Blair was not relenting either. As sudden as the attacks that I had delivered upon him were, he had healed himself and stood there menacingly, looking like he was going to pounce on me and rip me to shreds.

Fortunately, before he could do that, Will had gotten back into the fight. He was staggering, a fact that worried me deeply, and there was congealed blood on his fur. Despite that, he advanced on Blair from behind, catching him off guard. I beheld a strange sight. Will had climbed on top of Blair from behind and was slashing away at his back with a vengeful fury. But no matter how many tears Will made in Blair’s flesh, his flesh regenerated, making all attacks moot.

Before I could reach an end result with certainty, I had to check something for myself. Looking around the battlefield, I saw a long log with its torn-off end looking sharp. This tree had been one of the few that had fallen recently in the wake of the battle, in the midst of the thrashing and clashing taking place between Blair and Will.

Knowing Will, I knew that he had it in him to stay up for the rest of the fight, but from the number of wounds visible on his body, I could see that achieving victory was going to be a bleak possibility all by himself.

He needed help.

I leaped forward as Blair yanked Will off his back, not giving Blair a moment’s notice. I rushed into him, dragging him with speed all the way to the back of the battlefield, where the tree’s engorged stump lay waiting for him. Blair resisted, digging his claws into me as I pushed him, but I did not give in. From behind me, Will came running and joined me in pushing Blair to the back. Now, Blair was off-balance, falling backward, unable to hold his weight on his hindquarters.

At the last second, he fell over, and the sharp stump of the tree pierced him from behind. It was only possible thanks to the momentum that Will and I had built. Blair’s skin erupted with blood and bruises as the tree stump tore through him, impaling him in several places on his torso.

His howls of pain were demonic. He yelped like a shot dog, thrashing to free himself from the snares of the tree, but the more he resisted, the further the tree’s stump went inside of him, cutting clean through from one side and jutting out the other.

It looked like he was about to die. He had stopped struggling, his neck had gone limp, and blood was spouting out of the gashes where he had been impaled.

He’s not dead yet. It does not look like he’s ever going to die. Unless…I did not know what Will was thinking of; all I could feel was the sheer pain emanating from his body in frantic signals. He was hurt, and his wounds were not recovering. Will had not only lost a lot of blood, he had lost his entire stamina. It was evident from the way he was struggling to breathe.

Will climbed the tree slowly, closing the distance between him and Blair. Upon seeing him, Blair immediately became animated again, thrashing and howling, knowing that he was stuck and could not do anything against the onslaught that awaited him.

But I could see from behind that Blair’s struggle had loosened the tree. Soon, he would slide off the stump, heal himself, and all of this would have been for nothing.

Will did not care. He walked over to where Blair was stuck and looked at his long-standing foe for a brief second. Then, Will looked back at me, nodded his head briefly, and then he gazed upon the pack that stood in the back. After that, he cast his face up to the moon and howled deeply. It was as if he was connected to the atmosphere. With his victorious howl, the clouds cleared from the sky, and the moon showed its face, beaming its light upon the battlefield.

But within that brief period, Blair had come loose from the tree. I tried to advance, to warn Will, but it was too late. Blair was free now, and I could see that his wounds were already closing, the blood ceasing its ceaseless flow. In another minute, Blair would heal himself, and we’d be back to square one.

However, Will had something else on his mind. He did not let the fact that Blair had freed himself deter him. Instead, in the last second, Will opened his mouth wide and bit down on Blair’s head, tearing it off his neck.

A fountain of warm and thick blood gushed from Blair’s neck. His body fell limp on the ground, writhing away as his life force left him.

I looked at Will and saw him spitting out Blair’s head, throwing it to the side.

As he climbed off the tree, Will turned back into his human form. He could barely walk, what with all the injuries on his body. He staggered, holding his hands over his ribs, and looked upon Blair’s dead and headless body.

“I’d like to see him come back from that,” Will said, chuckling painfully.

I shifted back and ran up to him as he collapsed on his knees, spitting blood from his mouth. As he fell, I caught him, preventing him from crashing hard on the ground.

“You’re going to be okay, Will,” I whispered. “It’s all over now. You defeated Blair.”

“We defeated Blair,” Will said slowly, wiping away the blood from his face. “It wasn’t possible without you.”

“We need to get you back to the commune. You’re bleeding!” I said frantically, looking back at the wolves.