Mated To The Beastly Alpha
Chapter 59

They dashed out of the room and onto the field together. Liam had planned that the battle would be as far from the pack's residential area as possible.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the battleground where the Dark Moon pack stood united against the encroaching threat. The air crackled with tension as witches and rogue werewolves surrounded them, and their malevolent presence was palpable. Nicole's heart pounded in her chest as the chaos unfolded. She could hear the snarls and growls of the werewolves; the chants and incantations of the witches blending into a cacophony of danger.

She had trained for this, but she could feel how their bodies tense with anticipation as whispers of dark magic and the rustling of leaves filled the air.

The witches and rogue werewolves, united under a common malevolence, advanced with calculated steps, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glow.

As the first wave of attackers surged forward, the air filled with the clash of steel and the roar of growls. Liam, his muscles tense with anticipation, took command of his warriors, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Hold the line! Protect our pack!" He dragged Nicole close to him, and pointed to two warrior wolves that Nicole had never seen before.

"Everything in me aches to keep you under lock and key just to make sure you're protected, but I need you here. We need you. Dark Moon needs you. These two will defend you with their lives. Nicole, stay close to me and always in sight. We'll form a protective circle around you."

"Bu...t"

"But nothing Nicole, look here, you're the most valuable thing in Dark Moon, and it's not because of your powers as a Witch bane. It's because if anything happens to you, I'll go rogue. Rogue doesn't describe half of it.

You've heard of my wolf? It's deadly, and the only thing anchoring it to goodness and light is you. If I lose you, I'll turn to darkness. It's very serious, Nicole. I'll go insane. I'll become worse than feral."

Nicole swallowed and nodded meekly. Liam sighed. Then, she pulled her into a hug.

"Liam," she whispered, "I... I think I'm developing feelings for you... and it's not my wolf or the mark that's speaking."

Liam smiled, then kissed her forehead. "That's all I need to know."

Reluctantly, he let her go. Then he howled into the night sky. Liam's piercing alpha howl resounded through the night, a rallying cry that fueled the pack's determination to protect their territory.

His eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to challenge him. His primal instincts took over as he unleashed his feral power, his claws extending and his muscles rippling with an otherworldly strength.

With every strike, he dismantled his foes with a combination of swift movements and savage blows. With each strike, he showcased his formidable strength and unwavering resolve.

A sudden onslaught of spells was unleashed by the witches, crackling through the night sky like lightning bolts. The pack members, trained for such encounters, swiftly avoided every hit.

Once again, Nicole's wolf was angered by the dark magic that saturated the air. She growled, her fingers elongating into claws.

"Is there a plan?" Garrett asked, limping beside them.

"You shouldn't be here," Liam growled, "You're in horrible shape." He swiped a rogue out of the air and tore out its heart.

James grunted in approval, elbowing and kicking off another rogue.

"Yes. I should hide. When my pack is in battle, what a wonderful way to prove myself to the Dark Moon."

"I sense the source of the magic in a camp not too far from here," Nicole growled. Her work was raging now. Gone was the timid-looking Nicole. In her place was the witch bane.

She ducked under an assailant like she was in synchrony with Liam, who punched him in the face, sending him flying away.

"If you noticed, there are also spots condensed with power that rejuvenate the rogues that attack us." James said, "Fighting the rogues is not a problem. The problem is that they will keep on coming back until those spots concentrated with magic are destroyed." "Yes, that would also sever the dark energy coming from the main camp," Nicole added. Her eyes had turned black with red rims.

"Okay, our main focus is those spots and the camp," Liam said.

"No, your main focus is those spots. Mine is infiltrating the camp," Nicole interjected.

Liam wanted to reject the idea but Nicole interjected, "When we replace it I am the only one who will be able to stand inside a ball of concentrated magic, which is what it is, so let's not argue."

Liam grunted, showing that he grudgingly accepted it.

As she fought alongside Dark Moon, Nicole's instincts and training kicked in, guiding her throughout.

The battle raged on, with clashes and collisions reverberating through the night. Werewolves lunged and swiped at their adversaries, their fangs bared in ferocious snarls. Witches wielded their dark magic, casting spells and conjuring elemental forces to unleash havoc upon their enemies.

Liam and Nicole, forced apart by the chaos that ensued, replace themselves surrounded by a swarm of adversaries. She fought with unwavering determination, her movements a dance of power and grace.

Her claws slashed through the air, replaceing their mark with precision, while her heightened senses allowed her to anticipate her opponents' attacks. She targeted the witches. There were so many and mostly not engaged in battle.

Amidst the chaos, a witch with wild, unkempt hair and piercing eyes locked onto Nicole. A wicked smile played upon her lips as she conjured a swirling vortex of dark energy. With a flick of her wrist, tendrils of shadow shot toward Nicole, seeking to ensnare her. Nicole's eyes narrowed, and she deftly sidestepped the attack, her instincts guiding her every move.

"You cannot escape me, little wolf," the witch hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "You will succumb to the darkness."

Nicole's gaze hardened, her voice filled with determination. "I am no mere prey to be hunted. I am the protector of this pack, and I will not yield to your darkness."

With a surge of power, Nicole summoned her own inner strength. She lunged forward, her movements swift and precise, and struck the witch with a powerful blow.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Liam fought with the strength of an alpha in his prime. His muscles rippled as he unleashed a flurry of attacks, his movements fluid and deadly. His claws tore through flesh, his fangs found purchase in the throats of his adversaries. His primal rage was tempered by a calculated strategy as he aimed to protect his pack and eliminate the threat.

Amidst the chaos, Liam caught sight of a rogue werewolf lunging toward him with feral intensity. The werewolf's eyes glinted with madness, and his teeth bared in a snarl of aggression.

Liam met the attack head-on, their bodies colliding with a thunderous impact. They grappled and rolled in the dirt, each vying for dominance.

"You cannot defeat me, Alpha," the rogue werewolf growled, his voice filled with deranged confidence. "I am the embodiment of chaos."

Liam's eyes blazed with fury as he snarled back, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You underestimate the power of an alpha. I am the protector of my pack, and I will not be swayed by your chaos."

With a surge of strength, Liam overpowered the rogue werewolf, pinning him to the ground. His teeth sank into the rogue's throat, severing the connection to his chaotic energy.

As the life drained from his opponent, Liam released his hold, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield, assessing the situation.

The battle raged on, the clash of forces intensifying as the night wore on. Pack members fought with unwavering determination, their loyalty to their alpha, and their pack guiding their every move. The air crackled with the scent of blood, the ground littered with fallen adversaries.

"It's unending," Garrett screamed.

"We need to destroy all the spots and camps... Nicole, where's Nicole? Liam asked, quite distracted.

"On the other hand," Garrett said. "Her instincts must be leading her to the camp,"

Liam growled, "We should go after her."

"No. We should destroy all the spots on this side. We need to sever the ties, remember?"

Liam grunted, swiping his hands in the air and ripping out a witch's throat.

"James is on that side too," Garrett added, striking a deadly blow. "I noticed that with each spot we destroy, the smaller the number of rogues.

Liam wasn't listening. He could feel Nicole's presence, but he couldn't see her.

The air crackled with energy as spells clashed with werewolf claws, the explosive impact causing shockwaves that reverberated through the battleground. Flames danced upon the earth, ignited by powerful fire spells, casting flickering shadows on the faces of warriors locked in mortal combat.

Meanwhile, Nicole was doing her best. Fighting off as much as she could without stopping.

Liam's mind raced, his thoughts consumed by the safety of his mate. As he dispatched his opponent, his gaze darted across the battlefield, searching for any sign of Nicole. Fear gripped his heart, but he steeled himself, refusing to let doubt cloud his judgment. Nicole, aware of Liam's concern, fought with ferocity. She could feel his worry and feared that it could become his weakness. Her instincts led her through the fray, her path clearing as her enemies fell to her swift strikes. Finally, her gaze locked with Liam's, their eyes conveying a wordless promise and a silent understanding passed between them.

Their paths converged, and Liam and Nicole fought back-to-back, their bond strengthening their resolve. Without a word, they fought side by side, their movements synchronized and fluid.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy emanated from the dark heart of the battlefield. It sent them flying and scattering across the battlefield. The ground shook beneath their feet, a testament to the magnitude of the forces at play. Nicole's heart pounded in her chest. She immediately knew what she needed to do. Liam and his pack hadn't realized that the witch was drawing strength from them, and if they continued like that, they would soon be exhausted.

She needed to break out of Liam's protective circle and go after the main witch herself. She knew that in order to win, she needed to destroy the witch. With each breath, she honed her focus and channelled her training into swift, calculated movements.

A rogue werewolf lunged towards her with bared fangs, Nicole sidestepped with agility and grace, evading the deadly strike. In one fluid motion, she spun on her heel, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick that connected with the rogue's jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

She maintained a fluid and dynamic fighting stance, her body poised for quick strikes and agile evasion as she slowly eased her way away from Liam.

Another opponent charged at her, she swiftly ducked underneath his swipe, her lithe form moving with uncanny speed.

With a burst of energy, she unleashed a flurry of precise strikes, targeting vulnerable points on her adversary's body. Her fists connected with precision, landing blows that disoriented her opponent and left him staggering.

Nicole's movements were a dance of grace and strength as she seamlessly transitioned between offensive and defensive manoeuvres.

She utilized a combination of kicks, punches, and sweeps, employing her knowledge of martial arts to maximize her impact. Her strikes were swift and calculated, each movement executed with precision and intent.

With a well-timed leap, she soared into the air, performing a mid-air somersault. As she descended, she brought her leg down in a powerful axe kick, striking her opponent with bone-crushing force. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, momentarily stunning her foe.

Her heightened senses allowed her to anticipate the movements of her adversaries, dodging their attacks with an almost preternatural ease. She weaved and bobbed, her body moving with the fluidity of a dancer, avoiding the swipes of claws and the lunges of teeth.

Nicole's fighting style was a fusion of agility and strength. She utilized her speed to close the distance between her and her opponents, swiftly closing in on them before they could react.

Her strikes, also, were swift and targeted, focused on exploiting weaknesses and vulnerabilities in her adversaries' defenses.

As the battle raged on, Nicole's determination remained unyielding. She fought with a fire in her eyes, fueled by a desire to protect her pack and prove her worth. She fought like a Luna. Her movements became more fluid and instinctive, as if her body had become one with the fight itself.

With every opponent she dispatched, Nicole's confidence grew. She knew she had earned her place amongst the warriors of the Dark Moon pack, showcasing her strength, skill, and unwavering resolve.

But as the battle raged on, Nicole found herself stumbling upon a part of the forest she had never been to before.

The familiar sounds of the fight faded into the distance, replaced by an eerie silence that sent shivers down her spine. The air grew heavy, thick with an otherworldly presence that seemed to weigh upon her. Disoriented and on high alert, Nicole cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The once vibrant foliage seemed to wither and decay, as if tainted by a malevolent force.

Was this the camp? She asked herself.