Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 609: Pack Of Wolves - 2

The West Pack was a pack of wolves—literally and figuratively.

Henry Nightshade had raised them with iron fists, believing cruelty forged loyalty, and that fear was the best

kind of obedience.

Unknown to him, all he'd really done was breed monsters—ravenous, power-hungry beasts who learned to bare

their teeth even to their own kind.

Now, those swolves were turning on his son.

Asher’s breath cragged as he braced himself against the wall. Blood leaked from his abdomen, and the

scent of iron filled the air, mingling with the smoke that burned his lungs. The assassins closed in, circling like

vultures over prey that refused to die.

He tried reaching through the mindlink again.

Jeremiah! he called, forcing the link open with sheer willpower.

But there was nothing. The connection snapped back like a whip, making his head pound. Someone, or rather,

something, was blocking him.

He gritted his teeth. No way in hell was him dying like this.

The only choice left was to escape this room. The more he stayed inhaling the smoke, the weaker he became. It

was even a miracle he was still on his feet, but he guessed it was adrenaline doing his job. No way in hell was he

dying this way.

The assassins sensed his intent and made sure to herd him further from the exit. When one of them swung

again, Asher sidestepped and slashed upward with his claws. He teared through the man’s arm, and blood

sprayed.

But the second one took advantage, plunging a silver dagger into his side. The pain was blinding, but Asher used

it, grabbed the assassin’s head, and ripped through his abdomen in one brutal motion.

His intestines spilled out causing him to scream loudly. The other two turned at once, distracted, and Asher ran.

Asher didn’t make it far before a dagger whistled through the air, grazing his back. The silver burned him, but he

didn’t stop. He burst into the hallway, breathing hard, only to collide with a solid chest.

Roman.

"Hey," Roman began with a grin, "I was about to—" His words cut short as his eyes caught the blood soaking

Asher’s torso.

His expression changed instantly. "What the hell—"

Before Asher could answer, one of the assassins stepped out from the smoky doorway, and threw a dagger.

Roman caught it mid-air, smirking—then hissed when the silver burned his hand. "Son of a—those fucking

bastards!" He flung it away and grabbed Asher’s arm.

"Didn't they attack a little too early?" he demanded as they ran.

Asher coughed out a bitter laugh, "Desperate rats do desperate things." Ezra’s words echoed grimly in his head.

The hallway stretched ahead, eerily empty. The noise from the ongoing celebration outside covered every sound

of their struggle. No one would hear them even if they screamed.

Roman slowed, glancing around. "This is bad. We need to—"

Figures appeared from the far end of the corridor, cloaked and armed.

Roman turned to the other side, and more assassins emerged, cutting them off completely.

"Oh, great," Roman muttered, annoyed, "We're surrounded."

Asher pushed away from him, forcing his posture straight despite the blood dripping from his wounds. He

wouldn't give these killers the satisfaction of seeing weakness.

Roman glanced at him. "I'll take three, you take three, yeah? Think of it like sparring lessons back at Lunaris."

Asher claws slid out once more. His eyes gleamed cold. "You talk too much."

Roman winked at him. "And yet you keep listening."

But then, the six assassins pulled out their throwing daggers, each one gleaming in the light.

Roman swallowed. "Okay, maybe... think of it like lycan football," he said under his breath.

Asher didn’t respond. His mind was busy calculating, tracing angles, and predicting trajectories. He'd have to

move fast to survive. His muscles coiled, ready.

"Now!" Roman roared.

They charged forward at the stime. Daggers flew at them, flashing like stars. Asher ducked under one,

catching another midair and flinging it back. It sank into an attacker's throat. Roman tackled another, twisting

his arm till bone cracked.

Suddenly, a blinding flash ripped through the hall, momentarily halting the fight. The air warped, bending around

itself as a portal formed in the middle of the hallway.

Before Asher could react, someone shot out from the portal.

"Huh?" Roman's eyes widened as he recognizes her, "You -"

But before he could say a word, she grabbed Asher’s wrist, then Roman's, and yanked them toward her.

"No wait —!" Asher was still saying.

But the portal swallowed them whole.

Behind them, the remaining daggers hit the floor where they had stood.

The assassins stood frozen, their blades still raised, and faces hard with disbelief. The leader barked, "Where did

they go?"

"N—no idea," one of the men stammered, eyes sweeping the doorway as if the missing pair might reappear on

the other side.

The leader panicked. "Spread out! Find them now!" His voice left no room for mercy. "If they escape, you're all

dead. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" they spat, fanning through the corridors.

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Panic flickered across the leader's face. It dawned on him at once that this was a trap.

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The leader swung wildly and was caught by a guard's forearm, slammed down onto his knees.

Ezra strode forward, breathing hard. "Capture them alive," he said, each word cold. "We will find out who sent

you."

The assassins snarled, fought, cursed, but one by one they were wrestled down, bound, and forced to the

ground. Just like that, the hunters had bectrapped.

However, when Ezra looked around, he asked, "Where is Asher?"

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