His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 51

MALACHAI

HOW DARE THEY!

“Alpha! We are under attack!” the warriors link reaches me before the alarm bells on the pack.

“Rogues!” our links are bombarded with the one word that no pack likes to hear.

I jump out of bed instantly. Rakiel does the same and immediately teleports us out of the room straight into the middle of the pack where we see the chaos unleashed by the rogues.

I grab one of them from behind, raise it up in the air, smashing it down on my knee and break it’s back.

“Get to the bunkers, now!” Rakiel yells at the women and children scampering away from the ferocious rogues, as she holds a rogue captive with her powers. She snaps its neck with a flicker of her finger.

We look at each other in shock at what we are seeing.

She forms a huge ball of fire between her palms and fling it into the midst of a group of them. The blast scatters them into body pieces.

I am beside her, snapping and tearing. Scratching and clawing.

“How did this happen?!” I groan as I snap the neck of one, jumping to another.

A warrior near me replies. “They broke through our ring, and came in hordes.”

He is right with what I can see before me. They are everywhere fighting mindlessly, attacking anyone they find. But my members are holding their ground as we are known for.

Our powers come into play as we fight them. Our strength on display as we wade fearlessly and fiercely into their midst. Each pack member wielding his or her own unique power.

Midriel has shifted into his white wolf, his fur bathed in the blood of the rogues. Around him is a ring of gold light, pulsing as he fights them off. A testament of his hybrid nature and blessings from the goddess.

Four rogues jump on me at the same time. I catch the neck of two, snapping them with one flick of my wrist and throwing them into the other two, making all four crash to the ground. Before the other two can get up, I bounce into the air and land on their heads, squashing them beneath my feet.

The stench of blood fills the air around me as I unleash myself upon them. The sound of flesh tearing as loud as the beat of my heart at the shock of what is happening.

Rogues dared to attack us?

Fighting my way through to my mate’s side, where a group of warriors are surrounding her. Protecting her.

“They are many, Chai,” she exhales after hauling a huge stone towards a group of rogues nearby. “They entered our pack.”

I growl angrily at her obvious meaning, smashing the skulls of two rogues together, the crunch of bones beneath my palms echoing my emotions. “And they will pay.”

My wolf, Engor, howls in my head, begging to come out. White light blasts out of me as I shift into him. The pain of my shifting angrily eating into my bones. It quickly stops and Engor growls angrily, shaking his pristine white fur out, unleashing himself on the rogues.

I see red, but Engor sees both red and black when fighting.

“They are approaching the hospital,” a member links us all.

“I will handle that,” Rakiel replies, about to teleport.

“Be safe, my love. Don’t go playing hero.” I tease, a flicker of concern in Engor’s eyes.

“Always, my loves,” she winks and disappears in a flash.

Though a witch and werewolf hybrid, she always uses her powers to fight and only on rare occasions does she bring her wolf out to battle.

We smash through the entire horde of repugnant things, destroying them in any way we find possible. Anger fuels our actions. Shocked that they dared to attack us.

Not in a hundred years has any pack attacked the Silvercrest wolves. Who dares to challenge the ones the Goddess herself blessed with a part of her essence? They would die even before they took their first step.

Let alone a horde of rogues this much.

Beyond giving us her essence, she shrouded our pack in secrecy. Protecting it with her shield of light, which no outsider can break through, no matter the power they possessed.

This means one thing.

There’s a traitor in our midst.

RAKIEL

My portal opens in the front of the hospital where the rogues are attacking. I swing into action casting spells and flinging the dirty things away from the building. Yet, they don’t stop pouring in.

“Do we have any inside the building?” I link the people inside.

“None, Luna,” our Beta replies coming out to join us. “I checked.”

“Good. Doctors and nurses, inside now!” I command and wait for them to all enter before I cover the entire hospital building with a blanket of white light, so nothing can leave or enter.

“Now we can fight them,” I say with a sick smile as I start blasting away at the rogues. Joined by my men we swing through the mass, confident that the sick and the hospital staff are safe.

With the combined efforts of our physical strengths and supernatural powers, we wreak havoc on them. They came for our lives but are losing theirs.

I vow that not one member of my pack will fall. Not one bone will be broken. It has never happened for decades; it won’t happen now.

Not on my watch. I took a vow to protect the people and land of the Silvercrest Pack and I intend to fulfill that. As I have done a dozen times even though it was internally.

I am not a hybrid for nothing. And I am the Luna of the Silvercrest wolves.

We do not back down from a fight, and we have our wolves and our powers.

“CLEAR!” the howls fill the place, and I look around to see all the rogues are dead. Their bodies broken, torn, scattered. Their blood beautifying the sands of our pack.

“Good job, people,” I commend them before linking my mate. “Clear?”

His howls echo to us and instantly everyone joins, responding to him.

I remove the cover over the hospital, dropping to the ground to catch my breath.

“This has never happened,” our beta exclaims as he sits beside me. “What do you think happened?”

Malachai’s thoughts ring into my head. “We have a traitor.”

“I thought the same. I can’t wait to catch the person.”

“Me too,” I sigh, getting up and that’s when I see my sister doing the one thing she knows how to do.