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Martin.
His footsteps were heavy, each one filled with fury that vibrated through the ground. When I turned, his eyes–those once familiar, warm eyes–were now consumed with something darker, more primal. His gaze locked onto Marcella, and I could practically hear the shift inside him, the moment everything changed.
“You…” Martin’s voice was a low growl, almost unrecognizable. He stood a few feet behind me, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone–white. “You did–what? You killed our… child?“&
Marcella glanced at him, the smirk never leaving her face. “Your child?” she scoffed, as if it meant nothing. “That was a means to an end, Alpha. You were so blinded by your guilt over your dead sister, you didn’t even notice your Luna carrying life. You’re just as pathetic as she is.“2
Martin’s body shook, his muscles rippling with barely contained rage. I had seen him angry before, but this… this was different. This wasn’t just anger. This was the pure, untethered rage of an Alpha who had just discovered the most precious thing in his life was stolen from him.”
“Marcella,” he growled, his voice dangerously low, “I trusted you.”
Marcella laughed, her voice sharp and cruel. “That was your first mistake, Martin. You let your emotions cloud your judgment. And now, look where it’s gotten you. Your pack is weak. You’re weak.“}
Martin’s eyes darkened. “You killed my child. My child!” His voice thundered, a deafening roar that made the ground tremble beneath our feet. The air crackled with the energy of his Alpha powers, a power that had been dormant for too long.
And then, without warning, Martin exploded into motion.
And
His shift was instantaneous, his wolf–a massive black beast–bursting forth in an eruption of power and fury. The air grew thick with his scent, a commanding presence that sent shivers down my spine. He charged at Marcella, his growls shaking the very earth.
Marcella shifted just as fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. Martin was on her in seconds, his claws sinking into her side, tearing through flesh with a sickening sound. She yelped, but there was no mercy in his eyes. Only wrath. His jaws snapped at her neck, and though she fought back, clawing at him, her rogue strength was no match for the fury of an Alpha scorned.}
I stood frozen, watching as Martin unleashed everything on her. His movements were quick, brutal, precise–every swipe of his claws, every bite from his sharp fangs, fueled by the rage that had been building for years. The realization that he had been used, manipulated, that he had lost not just his child but his Luna, was too much for him to contain.”
Marcella howled, thrashing under his grip, but it was useless. With one final, savage twist, Martin’s jaws clamped down on her throat, and the sound of bones snapping filled the air.
Her body went limp.
The world seemed to still for a moment, silence settling over the battlefield like a suffocating blanket. I watched as Martin shifted back, standing over Marcella’s lifeless body, his chest heaving.
His feral gaze scanned the battlefield, locking onto every rogue in sight. They had come here with one purpose: to destroy. But they hadn’t counted on facing the full force of an Alpha in mourning, an Alpha who had just lost a child he hadn’t known about until this moment.
“Martin! Stop!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I fought to reach him. But my words were drowned out by the chaos around us.
He lunged toward the nearest rogue, claws ripping through fur and flesh. The rogue tried to fight back, but Martin was faster, stronger. His power rippled through the air like a storm, and in seconds, the rogue was nothing more than a lifeless heap on the ground.§
I felt my heart pound in my chest as I watched him, his form moving with deadly precision, each strike more vicious than the last. There was no control now–only raw, unchecked fury.
Another rogue tried to flee, but Martin caught him in mid–air, slamming him into the earth with enough force to crack bones. The rogue’s scream was cut short as Martin’s teeth sank into his neck, silencing him forever.
I could feel the pack’s fear radiating through our bond. They were terrified–not of the rogues, but of their own Alpha. Martin had always been a strong leader, but this… this was something else. Something darker. His wolf was unhinged, feral, and there was no stopping him now.%
“Alpha!” Beta Gray’s voice rang out, but even he hesitated as Martin turned to face him, blood dripping from his maw, his chest heaving with unbridled rage.”
Gray stepped back, and for a brief moment, Martin seemed to recognize him. But then another rogue charged, and the bloodlust returned, pushing Martin back into the fray. His body collided with the rogue’s, claws raking across flesh, leaving a trail of devastation in his wake.
Rogues were scattering now, realizing that they were no match for an Alpha consumed by grief and rage. But Martin hunted them down, one by one, with the precision of a predator cornering its prey.”
Martin’s roar echoed through the night as he ripped through another rogue, sending blood splattering across the clearing. His body was soaked in crimson, his wolf wild and untamable. He wasn’t just avenging our child–he was destroying anyone who had dared to take from him.2
His movements were fluid, almost too fast to track, but each strike landed with brutal accuracy. Another rogue fell, their body crumpling at his feet. The last few rogues tried to retreat, panic clear in their eyes, but Martin wasn’t letting them go. He pounced on the closest one, teeth sinking deep into their shoulder before tearing them apart like they were nothing.”
In a matter of minutes, the battlefield was littered with bodies–rogues who had dared challenge an Alpha at his breaking point. And at the center of it all stood Martin, his black fur matted with blood, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes, once full of life, were now cold and empty, lost in the darkness that had taken hold of him.
