39. Protecting Her

Fiama

The night was getting bigger and darker. I was inside the fort, preparing for the final call. The battle seemed to be more dangerous than my expectations. We had managed to bring more enforcers from other packs. But the number was unable to match with the number of the hunters.

The sound of harsh footsteps and screams were echoing inside my head.

"Alpha!", David entered, sweating and panting. He had gotten a big scar on his right cheek.

"Are you okay, David? What's the update?", I scoffed, rushing towards him.

"The situation is getting worsened. We are killing off hundreds but the number isn't decreasing at all. William said that maybe they are producing more combatants", David huffed. "

"This is getting out of hands. Did you find out the source of the attack?"

"Yes, the leader is Yahura's son", he said.

"Yahura's son?", my eyes popped out. Yahura was the leader of the rouge whom I had killed during the battle a few years