The Way

Meanwhile, the battle between the two packs began. Bloodfangs warriors, already in their wolf forms, surged forward with precision and unity. Their attacks were coordinated, driven by their Alpha’s strategic command. On the other hand, Silverclaw’s warriors, fought with a feral desperation, their movements fueled by anger and the desire to protect their pack.

The battlefield became chaotic. Claws and fangs clashed, with growls and roars mixing with the clash of steel. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and the raw energy of the fight. I watched from a distance, my heart pounding as the warriors engaged in their savage ballet.

Among the melee, I caught glimpses of the carnage: a Bloodfang wolf warrior lunging at a Silverclaw opponent, the two wolves grappling fiercely before one emerged victorious; another scene showed a Silverclaw wolf warrior expertly dodging a Bloodfang‘ s attack, retaliating with a powerful strike that sent his foe sprawling. The battle was brutal and unrelenting.

As the fighting raged, my eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for Morgana. She was the one I needed to confront.

I will kill her. I swear, I will.

Then, amidst the chaos, I saw her. Morgana was in her wolf form, her gray fur shimmering with a dark aura. She moved with a predatory grace, the quartered Moonstone embedded in her fur glowing ominously. Her power could be felt everywhere, but so as mine.

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Amid this chaos, my focus was unyieldingly fixed on Morgana. My fur, a brilliant white streaked with silver, gleamed with an ethereal light as the Moonstone’s power surged through me. I was stronger, faster, and more resilient than I had ever been.

“Good thing you came here yourself,” she uttered, mocking me.

“I came here to end you, you wrench.”

Morgana and I circled each other, our eyes locked in mutual hatred. With every step, the earth seemed to tremble beneath us. She lunged at me, her jaws snapping with feral intensity. I met her attack head–on, our bodies colliding with a force that sent shockwaves through the ground. The noise was deafening, a thunderous roar that mingled with the cries of warriors fighting all around us.

Our battle was violent, but I didn’t care. I no longer saw her as my family, my sister. In my eyes, she was the person who murmured to my son.

Morgana’s claws raked across my side, drawing deep, stinging lines of pain. I retaliated with a fierce swipe of my own, my claws slashing through her fur and drawing blood. The air was thick with the scent of spilled blood and the acrid tang of sweat.

Morgana’s gray fur was soon matted with blood, her once–proud stance faltering under the relentless assault. I pressed my advantage, sinking my teeth into her shoulder and forcing her to the ground. “Fuck!” She snarled and twisted beneath me, her teeth snapping inches from my face as she struggled to break free. My weight and the force of my attack kept her pinned, but her determination was as fierce as mine.

With a powerful shove, I managed to roll her onto her back. My massive paw pressed heavily against her throat, keeping her immobilized. Morgana’s breaths came in ragged gasps as she glared up at me with defiant eyes. The battle around us seemed to blur into the background as I focused solely on her. “What’s so great about power?” I demanded my voice a guttural growl that vibrated through my chest. “What was so important that you had to kill my son? What was so significant that you had to take Cassian’s life?”

Morgana’s eyes flashed with a cold, unrepentant fury. “You think you’re righteous? You think this is about Cassian? Power is the only thing that matters! You hear me?” She answered me as if she had

gone

insane!

I pressed my paw down harder, the weight of my rage and grief behind the pressure. Morgana’s struggles grew weaker as her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.

“You’re fucking angry about it? I don’t give a damn! Yes, I killed him. I made sure Alpha Thorne would ignore his sickness, that he would think Cassian was faking. I did all of this for what? The Moonstone. So give it to me before you lose more of those you value!”

Her eyes flickered with dark satisfaction, even as her strength waned. Morgana’s words were chilling. She didn’t even flinch, her voice steady even as she lay defeated beneath me.

“A–Alpha Thorne never cared about Cassian in the first place. He was just a pawn in my game, and I made sure he played his part perfectly,” she triggered me more, eyes twinkling, and laughing with mockery.

She’s insane! There was no way she could still reason!

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you even if it ends me, Morgana,” I told her, my voice cold and unyielding.