Avenging The Triplet Alphas
Chapter 36

Elijah's

POV

The full moon shone brightly in the place as it took its place amongst the stars casting an ethereal shadow over the tall building situated next to the mildly thick forest in the middle of several low-rise mountains. Three werewolves walked proudly towards the top of the highest mountain, their beady eyes similar and blazing with a desire to taste the blood of their enemies.

The three wolves were brothers, born of the same mother with only a couple of minutes separating them from one another. By birthright, they were going to become Alphas of the pack after their coronation, they were the most powerful pack, their territory encompassing nearly half of the state's land mass.

They had come a long way from their pack to reclaim what was stolen from them and they wouldn't leave until they accomplished their mission. They would burn and destroy everything that stood between them and what they sought to accomplish. The eldest of the triplets, Loki, was beside himself with anger, he couldn't believe this inferior pack had dared to mess with his pack despite knowing the powers they possessed within their rank. He had tried to see reason with them, to orchestrate a diplomatic meeting to get back what they stole but their acts of defiance had proven otherwise, it was a clear indication of their readiness for war and he had brought war to their doorsteps.

"We cannot remain silent and watch our name be ridiculed and dragged in the mud while we fold our hands and watch, it would be an insult to everything we represent and if we fail to succeed, we can kiss everything we've ever worked for goodbye." He turned to stare at his brothers flanked on either side of him.

"If we leave now, we can arrive at the gates by nightfall," The second wolf, Jonathan added. "We don't need to waste any more time, we can't afford to be late one more time."

That was all the motivation the trio needed as they set out with their pack warriors arriving just as the sunset. Within a short period, they set up a perimeter surrounding the stronghold and waited for the right moment to launch an attack.

The eldest wolf, Loki stood high and tall on the mountain overlooking the stronghold in his massive black-furred werewolf form, a confident air surrounded him, his muscles ripping underneath his fur, itching for action but patient enough to wait for the right time. The second wolf, Jonathan, on the other hand, was different, he sported a sleek coat of gray fur that seemed fused with the shadows, and his eyes were similar to his brothers, piercing yellow eyes that held a thirst for blood.

The youngest had a brown fur wolf skin and like his brothers, his beady yellow eyes were eager to see some action.

The clock struck twelve and the bells rang, They howled and in no time, their army of wolves howled in unison.

A challenge had been issued to their pack and they had come to answer, there could only be one dominant pack between them, only one pack could have what both of them sought.

The eldest of the wolves leaped off the mountain and picked up his stride as he ran towards the gate at full speed, his brothers and pack following behind. He slammed into the iron gate head-first and the doors gave way instantly. He made his way inside cautiously, wary of any danger that might spring up from his blindside.

The eldest of the wolves leaped off the mountain and picked up his stride as he ran towards the gate at full speed, his brothers and pack following behind. He slammed into the iron gate head-first and the doors gave way instantly. He made his way inside cautiously, wary of any danger that might spring up from his blindside.

The opposition Alpha, Ethan, who had become his bitter rival, stood across from him, he had a black coated fur as well, his dark eyes glinting with a hunger for power.

He howled thrice, panting and pacing the entire length of the open field.

He was issuing an open threat as tradition demanded, a duel to the death.

Growls filled the air from both rival packs as the Alphas circled one another, sizing up each other's strengths and weaknesses, muscles were coiled up like well-oiled springs, waiting for the right moment to jump into action. The tension was so thick between them, you could slice it with a kitchen knife. Each wolf was eager to get on with it but they were bidding each other's time, waiting for the other to take the first strike of the battle.

With a snarl, Ethan lunged at Loki, his massive jaws trying to snap at Loki's neck, but Loki smartly read the attack and swiftly moved to the side, his speed aiding him as Ethan's jaws snapped shut inches away from his neck. Loki retaliated with a deadly fast swipe of this lightning-quick paw he left a few deep gashes across Ethan's chest.

Blood poured all over the grass as the fight continued to get a lot bloodier, the howls of pain resounded round both packs as both Alphas continued to fight on with so much intensity, neither willing to back down.

Ethan relied heavily on his sheer strength as he repeatedly swung at Loki with his strong powerful paws, hoping to wear him out before making the final strike. Loki, however, was more methodical in his approach, he preferred to rely on his agility, making sure to duck as many blows as possible from the chaos, and his strikes were more lethal. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ethan starting to whine anytime his paw connected with his body.

The battle continued well into the morning, neither wolf willing to give up, what was at stake was too much for either to entertain the thought of losing. So instead, they fought on, their primal instinct of surviving by any means necessary pushing them on, enabling their every strike.

Fur was torn and bloodied from scratches and blows, canines sunk into one another's bodies, and bone popped and smashed against one another as they threw caution to the wind and rammed into one another repeatedly. The arena shook with the intensity of their battle, it was almost as if the earth understood that this wasn't just a battle, it was more than that. Their lives were at stake.

By some stroke of fate, Ethan found an opening and before Loki could shield himself, Ethan dealt him a fatal blow.

I woke up with a jolt, panting heavily as I rubbed my eyes trying to steady myself after the dream I just had. This wasn't the first time I was having a dream concerning myself, my brother, and Ethan but I had never had one as intense as this.

I wasn't a superstitious person but what I've learned from my own experiences was that my dreams often came to pass if caution wasn't taken.

A war was coming, a small part of me had always believed it would come to this but now that I had dreamt of it, I fervently believed in the possibility now.

I sighed, pushing myself off the bed as I walked towards the corridor.

A breath of fresh air would do me good.

I stepped into the corridor and walked towards the railings overlooking most of the city. Manhattan was a beautiful sight to behold and I would love to spend a week here on vacation when all of this blows over. "You can't sleep too?"

Loki's voice jolted me out of reverie. I blinked for a moment trying to bring myself back to reality before I turned towards his voice.

"No, I woke up not so long ago," I answered, briefly turning back to stare at the scenery before me.

"I haven't slept one bit yet."

I turned back to Loki as he spoke again, he sat on one of the wooden chairs smoking a cigar.

I shared a suite with my brothers and we also shared the same corridor. We said our goodnights a long time ago and judging from the ashtray with several butts of cigars on it, I surmised that he hadn't slept a wink yet. "Terrible night?" I asked, tapping my fingers on the railings.

"No, no." He answered me with a wistful smile, crushing the b**t of his cigar on the ashtray.

"I had a dream a few minutes ago." I began. I had to tell someone about it, I couldn't keep such information to myself. It felt so real that ignoring it seemed like the wrong choice.

"You haven't had one in months," Loki stared at me, waiting for me to continue yet.

Before I could open my mouth to continue, Jonathan sauntered in, taking a seat next to Loki as he yawned.

"I woke up to use the restroom and I thought to check up on both of you but you weren't in your rooms." He explained before waving at me. "Please, proceed. I heard you say you had a dream."

"I did," I confirmed, nodding my head in agreement.

"This whole thing would fail," I began. "I dreamt of it, the talks would end up in a stalemate and when that happens, a war would ensue between our packs immediately." "We've always known it would turn out like this, Elijah."

My eyes found Loki's who wore an amused expression on his face, he wasn't taking me seriously.

"Loki's right, little bro. We all know how it'll turn out if our proposal of peace doesn't work out, we're not going back till we have Arielle." Jonathan added, staring at me.

"That's not the point," I shook my head. "My dream doesn't end there, I woke up when Ethan got the upper hand over you, Loki, and I don't know if you survived. If my dreams are anything to go by, you will die."