I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 209: The Battle Rages On

Lilith had arrived and the evidence was that the fire was everywhere the moment the fighting started.

Rogue shifters arrived in full beast form, massive, and hyped up on adrenaline. They hit the hero line from three directions, and the first thirty seconds were controlled chaos.

Ambrose arrived with Odette, joining the battle as it broke out in complete chaos. His job, stay close to Odette and protect her at all costs. Even his own life. Ambrose shifted, and Onyx stood proud in his place. Fur black as night with golden flakes like stars that glittered in his fur, made of solid muscle. A shifter charged toward Odette his rage blinding him to Ezelreth’s command, but Onyx was ready, every nerve burning with alert. He met it head-on. The collision shook the ground beneath their feet. Onyx and the shifter went to the ground, rolling, Onyx clawed at the shifter, Biting down on its throat and ripping it. Odette took out another shifter, it was stronger but clumsy, all aggression and no focus. The minute he charged Odette reached out with threads of telekinesis, grabbing its skull and bashing it into the pack boundary wall, the repeated impact of the skull deformed. The shifter’s eyes went in different directions. Until finally they stopped moving and dulled. Odette released the corpse, it hard the ground with a thud that couldn’t be heard of the howls and screams. Blood was drenching the already scarred earth beneath their feet.

Nearby, a few rogue shifters were swarming a both Ursula and Raven they were both still in their human form, not having the chance to shift yet. Their eyes met and they nodded. They went with it, explosively, using the momentum of the pull to amplify the force Raven’s knee drove into the shifters his right side. The knee connected with the thing’s sternum, and she heard the crack of the chest and ribs giving way. The shifter crumpled inward. Ursula wasn’t a hand to hand combat expert, she was a teacher, but she’d be damned if she didn’t fight with her friends and family for the survival of their world. A rogue shifter shot out at her with both hands locking on her arms, and Ursula used one of her arms it was still gripping as a lever to swing the shifter into different one. Raven jumped in and drove two fingers into the its eye socket, hooked them upward, and pulled its head back far enough to snap its neck. Raven let it drop, turned, and found another one that raised its claws at her face.

That’s when a Turned came out of nowhere and leapt on to Ursula from behind, it reached around and bit her neck, a deep, tearing bite that stripped the flesh to the bone. A silent scream left Ursula’s mouth. Tears streamed down her face as shock settled in. Blood sprayed profuse from the wound on Ursula’s neck. The bone was visible. She reached up and tried to cover it, hold the blood in. She tried to speak but blood spurted from her mouth instead of words. Her eyes said enough. She reached her hand out and Raven grabbed it, holding it tight. And then the light faded from her eyes and her hand went limp in Raven’s grip. Raven shrieked, an ear piercing heart wrenching scream, the pain of seeing Ursula die, losing her right in front of her. It sent her into a fit of rage; all she saw was red. The world was broken. Nothing mattered The pain was too much it was bling Raven, shattering every bit of her. Raven’s agony didn’t stop her from reacting. She grabbed the thing by its throat as it chomped and flailed its arms and she walked it; a silent bloodthirsty rage left the kind of look on her face that would terrify even a demon. She walked it to the wall, everyone around her cleared the way and she slammed the creature backward into the burning wall behind him, over and over again. Hoping the crushing sound of its esophagus and the crumble of the wall and she painted it with its black blood... The fire didn’t bother it much. But the wall came down on top of them both, a cascade of flaming beam and brick, and when Raven emerged from the debris, she was dragging the monster that took the most important person in her life from her unfairly. She dragged it by its remaining ankle, the other leg had been ripped off below the knee from a falling corner post black blood pooled in a trail from its shredded leg. She swung it twice overhead and brought it down against the blood stained dirt, folding it nearly in half, and then she took a blade from her boot and stabbed through the face until there was nothing left. Her hands shook with rage.

Arya and Artemasia worked in tandem pretty well for two people who barely tolerated the other. Artemasia held a binding spell: both arms raised, every vein in her forearms pulsing with magic under her pale skin, purple light extending from her fingertips and anchoring three rogue wolf shifters in place, another one frozen mid-lunge, muscles straining violently against invisible restraint, spittle and blood flying from their jaws as they screamed and fought the hold. The effort was visible on her face, her jaw clenched, blood beginning to run from her left nostril in a thin steady stream.

A vampire saw this and took full advantage, stealing Arya’s kill, she worked with a long-handled axe made of obsidian metal and she moved through the frozen shifters with practiced precision. First one: a horizontal stroke through the neck. The head didn’t separate fully on the first pass; it hung on a flap of skin and muscle until the second stroke corrected that. The second one: she drove the axe up through the soft tissue beneath the jaw, through the palate, and into the brain, twisting once before withdrawing. The third one: the vampire jammed the axe head through the rogue shifter’s open mouth and levered the jaw apart until it gave.

In the forest surrounding them, the battle continued to rage on the forces of the MoonChild and the DarkChild engaged relentlessly, fangs and claws and burning sigils, the area slowly becoming a slaughterhouse floor, slick and black under the red of the burning world around them.

The Ash launched over the wall with the kind of power a superhero would have and immediately drove a stone fragment, broken from the floor, eight inches in diameter, three feet long into the face of a rogue, the bones in its face cracked and blood spilled out. The impact splashed blood on Oliver who was standing nearby. He was on his second target before the first one finished bleeding, launching upward, catching a rogue shifter mid-shift, that terrible in-between moment when the skeleton was realigning and the musculature was loose and reassembling and driving the stone into its back. Ribs that had been shifting and growing into the new configuration cracked back in the wrong direction. The shifter folded. He hit it again, high, and then once more until it stopped moving.

Blood coated Ash’s face like war paint.

Behind him, three more shifters rushed in, in rapid succession, and the ground erupted.

The Turned that charged them now were different the bloodlust were more intense, and the deterioration of its face was more than the others they’ve face before now. They moved in stuttering, irregular patterns that were difficult to track, covering ground in lurching bursts that looked wrong. Esmerelda in her wolf form moved like the wind, her black fur a blur, she came from nowhere and adapted fast, she didn’t try to predict their movements and started occupying space they’d have to pass through instead, letting them come to her. The first one that reached her and she bit into its forearm and tossed its body so hard it was separated from the limb and hit a tree across the field. Odette came running up, she was searching for Ezelreth. When she saw a shifter charge at her father and she moved with the kind of speed that made her nearly invisible and stuck her arm out tho the side at the last second and it clotheslined itself at the throat, momentum flipping it horizontal. She came down on it with her hands and with high voltage electricity, she ripped lightning from the sky and struck its chest. She felt its ribs shake through the skin burned around her hands. The rogue shifter howled in agony.

Across the field Beta Damon and Hector were battling Turned and rogues alike. Beta Damon was low about to shift when a Turned jumped and got its teeth into Beta Damon’s shoulder. Not a graze, a full bite that went deep, teeth grinding against his shoulder, he turned his face toward it, very calm, and shoved his thumb into its eye socket up to the second knuckle and pulled upward until its eye socket gave way. The creatures bite released.

He dislocated his arm to get free of its grip, grabbed the dislocated arm with her other hand, and snapped it back in place after escaping its hold. He turned and ripped the creature apart piece by piece, until it was completely dismembered.

Ash stood on a graveyard observing the pack shifters and rogues had turned into a grinding mass of furred bodies, the fighting too close and chaotic for anything but attrition. Ash saw a rogue go after Gabriel and chased it down Gabriel was buried under a rogue shifter, its claws raking across his back in long parallel lines deep enough to expose the muscles beneath, Gabriel hissed from the pain. Before Ash could get to Gabriel the wolf had sunk it’s teeth into the crook of Gabriels neck crushing its jaws. Until he heard the snap of his neck. His body instantly went rigid. Ash roared in a blind rage and grabbed it with strength he didn’t know he had and rolled it and bit into its throat himself draining him of every ounce of blood it thrashed until the throat was no longer a throat and there was not a drop of blood in its body and then snapped its neck. He rushed to Gabriel’s side holding his brother limp body roaring in anger in grief.

He would make them pay.

He would make them all pay.