A Werewolf Fantasy
Chapter 57

A massacre was going on inside the longhouse when the two women ran in. They watched in awe as Nikjin wielded his machete, slashing the guards who came at him.

The Alpha was already injured but he was standing with his arms spread wide apart to protect his sons. They were standing behind him and watching their uncle kill off the guards brutally. The moose the brothers had caught was lying on the ground. It served as a cushion that softened the landing of one of the guards as he fell to his death.

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside?" Nikjin asked Erin angrily. "I should have known that you would never obey a simple instruction."

"Stop what you're about to do, please!" she begged.

"Be quiet!" he yelled at her. "Since you are already here, you might as well witness my victory."

"What is this madness about, Nikjin?" Vak asked him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I've already told you, haven't I? I am here to take what is rightfully mine!"

"Fine," said Vak. He dropped his arms and stared hard at Nikjin. "Leave my family out of this and fight me. If you defeat me, then they are yours for the taking." "Excellent," he said and ran toward his brother. He was swinging the machete dangerously, ready to slice the Prime Alpha into pieces as he had done to guards.

Vak dodged his attacks and managed to deck him in the ribs. The blow sent Nikjin backwards but he came at his brother again, almost immediately.

He lifted the machete above his head and his arms froze in mid-air. He was shivering and screaming at the same time.

"What is happening?" Olna Raven asked.

"I don't know. I don't understand," Erin replied.

"What is wrong with you?" Vak asked him.

Suddenly, the machete dropped from Nikjin's hands and landed on the floor. He was still shivering but he was no longer screaming. He turned around to face the women and they saw blood pouring out of his mouth. "What's going on?" Erin asked him. "What's happening to you?"

"The stone..." he rasped. "The dream stone..."

"What about it?" Erin asked him.

"What is he talking about?" Vak asked her. "And who are you?"

"The stone..." Nikjin repeated. "The spell... is broken."

"I am Edvana," Erin replied Vak. "You don't know me yet but if we survive this moment, you will know me."

"Why do I feel like I know you?" Danshak asked. He was standing by the wall with his brothers.

"I am certain that I have never met you before but I feel as if I know you," he said. He was watching her through narrowed eyes.

"Tha does not make any sense," Weruona said, rolling his eyes.

"Can we please focus on Nikjin for a minute? What is happening to him?" Olna Raven asked.

He was still shaking and coughing up blood. His body was covered with sweat as if he was in a sauna.

"What did you do to the stone?" Erin asked him.

"The spell..." he groaned. "Ezra... put a spell... on it... for me."

"Ezra? Who is Ezra?" Erin asked.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vak asked. "What is going on?"

"ERIN!"

Erin looked about wildly, searching for the person who had just screamed her name. The voice echoed all around them as if it was coming from giant boom speakers. "Who's that?" she asked. She was frightened by the loud voice. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Olna Raven asked with a frown.

"ERIN, WAKE UP!"

Her eyes snapped open. She was back in the hospital, lying on her bed and looking up at Devon's face. He looked so worried.

"Thank goodness, you're back," he sighed happily.

Erin blinked. "What happened?"

She heard someone coughing near her. She turned to look and saw Darren struggling to get on his feet. When he looked around and realized that they were back in the present, he grimaced. "What the hell!" he shouted angrily. "Who did this? Who brought me back here?"

"I did."

Erin looked in the direction of the voice and realized that there was someone else in the room with them. Her eyes widened when she recognized the person. "Zokman!" she gasped.

"In this era, I am called Ezra," he said and smiled at her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"That's exactly what I would like to know too," said Darren. He was fuming and looking like he might murder Ezra if he didn't like the other guy's response.

"Your clan sought my help and I obliged," said Ezra calmly.

"The fuck you did!" Darren hissed at him. "How did they replace you? Didn't I pay you well to get lost?"

"What's going on?" Erin asked.

"Ezra here is a gifted psychic who is skilled in divination and casting spells," said Devon. "Darren located him in Anchorage and paid him to manipulate the dream stone for his benefit."

"But... Darren only got the dream stone today," said Erin. "How was he able to replace Ezra so quickly and then cast a spell on it?"

"We have been in contact for months," Ezra explained. "I was the one who told him that the dream stone can be manipulated to distort the past."

"Why?" Erin asked.

Ezra shrugged. "It was just a job for me," he replied honestly. "But when your people told me that multiple lives may be lost if Darren succeeded, I knew I had to reverse it. I don't want to be responsible for anyone's death." "You fool!" Darren shouted angrily. He ran forward to attack Ezra and he shifted into his white wolf.

Ezra was too stunned to move but Devon was quick to react. He intercepted Darren's dive, catching him in mid-air and pushing him off.

They landed on the ground and began to tussle. It was man against wolf and it was rough. Devon punched Darren with his fists while Darren clawed at him viciously.

"Stop!" Erin screamed. She couldn't bear to see Darren inflicting those deep cuts on Devon. It was painful to watch.

"What's going on?" a nurse asked from outside.

As soon as she opened the door, Ezra slammed it shut to prevent her from seeing what was going on inside. He used his body to keep the door locked, to prevent anyone else from barging in.

The two Alphas continued to fight brutally. They slammed into room furniture, pushing each other against the walls and making huge dents on them.

Devon lifted Darren and threw him against the window, smashing the glass on impact. By the time he stood up, Devon had shifted into his wolf, a giant grey beast.

"Please, stop!" Erin begged them.

Darren whipped his head in her direction and bared his bloody fangs. "Fucking bitch!" he growled and lunged at her.

His weight knocked the wind out of her. Before she could even scream, he bent down to bite her but his sharp teeth only grazed her skin before he was dragged off of her by Devon. He pinned Darren to the ground with his paws, digging his claws into the other wolf's hide.

"That will be the last time you attack my mate," Devon promised him.

With a deep growl, he revealed his fangs and took a large bite off Darren's neck.