Chapter 160 Serena’s capture 2

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Serena’s capture 2

Talia’s POV

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She seemed smaller than I remembered.

The defiance was gone, and replaced by something else. Was it fear? Shame? Or just the hollow emptiness of someone who had lost everything? I did not know, and I did not care.

Her eyes were just fixed on the ground.

Kaelen’s jaw tightened. "You betrayed your pack. You betrayed everyone."

Serena looked up, and her eyes were filled with hate. "You chose her," she said, pointing at me. "You chose a liar over me, Kaelen. I was supposed to be Luna. I was supposed to be yours."

My heart pounded, and I did not know what to say.

Kaelen stepped closer to Serena, and his voice was low and dangerous. "Take her to the dungeons. She will be punished when this battle is over."

The warriors dragged her away.

Serena struggled against them, screaming curses. "You will not survive this battle! Viktor will destroy you! And when he does, I will be there to watch!"

I watched Serena disappear into the chaos, but I did not feel satisfaction, I felt hollow.

She had thrown away everything; her pack that took care of her, her home, and her life, all because of jealousy, and all because she could not stand that Kaelen had chosen me over her.

I almost pitied her, but then I remembered the rogues pouring through the breach, and I pushed the thought aside, and I threw out any warmth left in my heart.

But there was no time to think about Serena, because the battle was still raging, and Viktor was still coming.

Kaelen shifted fully. His wolf was large and powerful, with his dark fur gleaming with blood and sweat. He immediately lunged at a group of rogues, tearing through them with savage speed.

I knew instantly, that he was no longer just fighting, he was destroying.

I watched him for a moment, with my heart swelling with pride. He was magnificent, fierce, and unstoppable.

I watched him tear through another rogue, with his teeth sinking into its throat. He was fighting not just with his body, but with his soul.

Every strike was a promise, and every kill was a declaration, that he would not let them take our home, and he would not let them win.

Then I turned back to the battle.

Across the courtyard, Cain was fighting with brutal efficiency. His sword moved like lightning, and rogues fell before him in waves.

He did not hesitate, and he did not slow down.

He was a machine of death, and every strike found its mark. Every rogue that crossed his path, all met the same fate.

Silas fought beside him, with his movements controlled and precise. He was not as fast as Cain, but every strike found its mark too, as rogues dropped at his feet like stones. He was calm, steady, and unshakable. Even in the middle of chaos, he did not lose his focus.

I could see the focus in Silas’s eyes. He was not fighting with rage, he was fighting with precision. Every step was calculated, and every strike was deliberate. He was like a strategist on the battlefield, that was turning chaos into order.

And Jax—Jax was everywhere.

He surprised me, because he was always the un-serious and funny one in the group. I had never seen him fight like this, not even when they were training. He was not just fighting, he was playing, taunting, and laughing.

Every swing of his sword was almost like a joke, and every dodge was a dance. The rogues could not touch him, because he was too fast, too wild, and too unpredictable. He was the chaos in the storm, and the rogues could not keep up. I almost smiled, but there was no time for smiles.

Jax continued to move through the chaos like a dancer, with his sword flashing, and his laughter ringing out even in the middle of death. He taunted the rogues, drawing their attention, then cut them down before they could react. He was faster than I had ever seen him, and he was faster than Cain and Silas combined. His blade was a blur, and the rogues could not keep up.

The rogues were falling faster now.

I felt a shift in the energy of the battle. Our wolves were no longer just holding the line, they were advancing, and they were driving the rogues back, step by step, with every sword swing and claw strike. The tide was turning fast.

The Shadowfang wolves were pushing them back, and the battle was turning in our favor very fast.

I felt a surge of hope that we could win this. Because we were already winning.

I reached for Lyra. "We fight together," I said.

"Yes," she said. "We are one."

Then I shifted fully. My wolf was large and powerful, with my silver fur streaked with gold. I lunged at a rogue and tore through him with my claws. I moved through the chaos, fighting beside my pack.

The rogues kept coming, but we kept pushing. We were stronger, and we were faster.

I could feel Lyra’s strength flowing through me, her determination, and her courage. She was not afraid, or the right words were, she had never been afraid, and neither was I.

We were fighting for our home, our families, and our future.

And we were not going to lose.

I lifted my head and howled. The sound tore through the chaos, loud, defiant, and unbroken. Around me, other wolves joined in, one by one, until the howl echoed across the battlefield like a promise, and a warning, that we were still standing, and that we were still fighting.

We would not fall, not today, and not ever.