More and more soldiers surrounded us, putting us at a growing disadvantage.
I clenched my teeth, my expression darkening.
My carefully laid plan had crumbled, exposed by a traitor.
It was infuriating!
The repairs werenât finished, and most of our soldiers were already injured.
What were we to do?
âCaleb, give up your fight.
Surrender now to avoid further bloodshed,â
Isaac called out, a triumphant glint in his eyes.
I scoffed.
Surrender? Not a chance.
Not while Debra and the witches needed protection.
Iâd first die fighting rather than surrender.
âIs that all you can do, Isaac?â I retorted.
âCanât face us head-on with your pack, so you resort to trickery? Pathetic for an Alpha.
â
My words struck a nerve.
Isaacâs face flushed with anger.
It was all on purpose.
Having him lose rationality to anger was better than the alternative.
âCaleb, weâll see how stubborn you are on the ground!â Isaac roared.
Blue veins throbbed in his temples-he was beyond pissed.
With a battle cry, he charged, his guards at his heels.
âCharge! Get them, focus on Caleb.
Whoever gets me his head gets a million as a reward!â
âYes, sir!â
Greed flickered in their eyes as they heard the reward for my head.
They quickly made a beeline for me, their eyes glinting.
Retreating would endanger the nearby witches who were behind us.
It wasnât an option.
âHold your ground!â I commanded.
âStay calm and focus on finding an opening!â
âYes, sir!â
Despite being outnumbered, the Thorn Edge Pack soldiers rallied behind me.
They were a fearless bunch.
A fierce melee erupted under the darkening sky.
Claws clashed against claws, screams echoing through the tense air.
Both sides fought with desperate fury, neither willing to yield.
Initially, the Thorn Edge Pack held their own.
However, the enemyâs overwhelming numbers began to take their toll.
One by one, our men fell.
âKill Caleb!â Isaac roared, and another wave of soldiers charged.