Wolves of Betrayal

Chapter : 34. The fight for survival..

The dungeon exploded into chaos as Darius launched himself at Killian, his fury unmatched. The room echoed with the sounds of snarls and growls, the clash of claws and the sickening crunch of bone against flesh. Killian’s eyes were wild, filled with a murderous rage, his face contorted with fury as he met Darius head-on. He had underestimated Darius’s determination, and now he was facing the full force of an Alpha’s wrath.

Darius’s strikes were relentless, fueled by a mix of anger, guilt, and desperation. His muscles rippled under his shirt as he moved, his fists connecting with Killian’s body again and again. Each blow sent shockwaves of pain through Killian’s frame, but he seemed to thrive on it, his eyes narrowing with every hit. This wasn’t just a fight—it was a battle for dominance, for survival.

Killian let out a feral growl and shifted into his wolf form, his body contorting and expanding until a massive, dark wolf stood in his place. His fur bristled, his teeth bared, and his eyes locked onto Darius with a singular, burning hatred. He wanted Darius dead—no, he needed him dead. He lunged, jaws snapping, aiming to tear out Darius’s throat.

Darius barely had time to shift into his own wolf form, a powerful, silver-gray wolf, before Killian was on him. Their bodies collided with a force that shook the ground beneath them, and they went tumbling across the cold stone floor, each trying to gain the upper hand. Teeth gnashed and claws tore into flesh as they rolled, a blur of fur and fury.

Killian’s wolf was enormous, with a brute strength that matched his savage personality. He was a terrifying sight, his growls deep and rumbling, his eyes fixed on Darius with an unyielding resolve. He clamped his powerful jaws around Darius’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into flesh and muscle, drawing blood.

Darius let out a howl of pain but didn’t relent. He twisted his body, using his back legs to kick Killian off him. They separated for a moment, each wolf glaring at the other, panting heavily. Blood dripped from their mouths, and the tension in the air was thick, crackling with the promise of more violence.

Amara lay nearby, her vision fading in and out as she struggled to stay conscious. Her body was battered and broken, her strength almost gone, but she could see them—Darius and Killian locked in a deadly dance, each fighting to protect or destroy. She wanted to help, to move, but her limbs felt like lead, and her vision swam with darkness.

Darius circled Killian, his growls low and menacing. He knew he had to end this now, had to take Killian down before he could hurt anyone else—before he could hurt Amara again. He lunged, jaws snapping, aiming for Killian’s throat, but Killian was quick. He dodged to the side, raking his claws across Darius’s side, leaving deep, bloody gashes.

The pain was blinding, but Darius didn’t stop. He spun around, catching Killian off guard, and slammed his body into him with all his strength. Killian stumbled back, his paws skidding on the slick stone floor. Darius was on him in an instant, teeth sinking into Killian’s scruff, dragging him down.

But Killian was far from finished. With a snarl, he twisted, his powerful jaws snapping at Darius’s neck. He managed to catch Darius off balance, and with a vicious shove, he threw him across the room. Darius crashed into the wall with a sickening thud, a pained yelp escaping his lips.

For a moment, Darius was dazed, his vision darkening. Killian saw his chance. He charged, his eyes locked onto Darius with a look of pure hatred. This was it—the moment he’d been waiting for. He would kill Darius and end this once and for all.

He leaped, aiming to sink his teeth into Darius’s exposed throat, but something stopped him.

A blur of motion—a flash of dark hair. Amara. She had somehow found the strength to get to her feet, and in a moment of desperate courage, she threw herself between them. Her body was still trembling, still weak, but her eyes were fierce, dark with a new determination. She wouldn’t let Darius die. Not here, not like this.

Killian skidded to a halt, his eyes widening in surprise. “You…” he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You dare to stand in my way again?”

Amara’s breaths came in shallow, pained gasps, but she didn’t back down. “I won’t let you kill him,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear gripping her heart. “I won’t let you take everything from me again.”

Killian’s face twisted with rage. “You think you can stop me?” he spat. “You think you have any chance against me?”

But Amara didn’t move. Something inside her had shifted—something deep, something primal. She knew she was weak, knew she was barely holding on, but she also knew she had to fight. She couldn’t let Killian win. She couldn’t let him destroy everything she had fought for.

Killian lunged at her, but this time she was ready. She sidestepped his attack, using the momentum to land a solid punch to his ribs. He let out a snarl of pain and surprise, stumbling back a step. She didn’t give him time to recover. She moved quickly, instinctively, drawing on every lesson Darius had taught her. She kept her stance low, her movements sharp and precise.

Killian swung at her with his massive paws, but she ducked under his strike, aiming for his throat with a sharp jab. He deflected it, his eyes narrowing with anger, but she could see the surprise there too—the confusion. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected her to fight back.

Amara’s body ached with every movement, every breath a struggle, but she kept going. She landed another hit to Killian’s side, then another, each strike fueled by the memories of everything he had done to her, every wound, every scar. She wasn’t just fighting for herself; she was fighting for her freedom, for her dignity, for Darius.

Killian let out a furious roar, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’re going to regret this,” he growled, his voice thick with rage. “You think you’re strong, but you’re nothing!”

He charged at her again, but this time Amara met him head-on. She ducked low, driving her shoulder into his gut and throwing him off balance. He stumbled, his massive body crashing to the ground, and for a moment, she saw something in his eyes—fear.

She didn’t let up. She moved in, her fists flying, landing blow after blow. She knew she was running out of time, that her body was reaching its limit, but she couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t let him get back up. She had to finish this.

Killian swung his claws wildly, but his strikes were getting sloppy, desperate. She dodged and weaved, using her smaller size to her advantage. She could feel her strength waning, her vision starting to blur, but she pushed through it. She had to hold on. She had to keep fighting.

And then, finally, she saw it—the opening she needed. Killian’s weight shifted just a little too far to the left, leaving his side exposed. She lunged forward, aiming for his throat, her hand closing around his neck.

Killian’s eyes widened in shock as she pinned him down, her face inches from his. For a moment, he looked almost afraid, like he realized she might actually do it—she might actually kill him. She could see the surprise in his eyes, the disbelief.

But then the shock turned to rage, his lips pulling back into a snarl. “Do it,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. “Kill me, Amara. Show me how strong you really are.”

Amara’s grip tightened, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the blood trickling down her face, her body screaming in pain, but she didn’t let go. She held him there, her eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fury.

“Do it!” Killian roared, his eyes wild with defiance. “Or are you still too weak?”

For a moment, Amara’s mind was blank, her body frozen. She knew she could end it all right here, right now. She could kill him, stop him from ever hurting her or anyone else again. The temptation was there, burning hot and fierce.

But then she saw something—something in his eyes, in his twisted smile. This was what he wanted. He wanted her to lose control, to become like him. A monster.

“No,” she whispered, her voice steady despite everything. “I won’t become like you.”

With a final, deep breath, she released him, stepping back and raising her fists again. She wasn’t going to kill him—not like this. She would fight him, beat him, but she wouldn’t let him turn her into a killer.

Killian lunged once more, but this time, Darius was ready. With a burst of speed and strength, he slammed into Killian’s side, knocking him to the ground. Their bodies tumbled across the dirt, kicking up dust and debris as they fought for dominance. Darius's silver-gray wolf, fueled by a renewed determination to protect Amara, clawed and bit at Killian, using every ounce of his strength to keep the massive, dark wolf down.

Killian let out a guttural snarl, his claws raking across Darius’s side, drawing deep gashes. But Darius didn’t relent. His eyes burned with fury and desperation. This had to end now. He couldn’t let Killian hurt Amara anymore. Not after everything she had endured.

With a final, powerful push, Darius managed to pin Killian to the ground, his massive paws pressing down on Killian’s chest, teeth bared inches from Killian’s throat. Killian growled, his eyes still blazing with defiance, but Darius tightened his grip, making it clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to end it.