Kill after kill.

Blood dripping on the earth after another.

Yet still, I wasn't satisfied. I let my body move at its own accord, slashing the knife ruthlessly unto a rogue's stomach and into the neck of another.

I look around me and watch Theo and the others perform the same sinful acts. Their own wolves take over their human selves as bodies drop to the wet earth.

But I made sure not to let my wolf take over me completely. Or else, all hell would break lose.

It was now that I realize this 'war' was all fun and games for this pack, so I make the most of it.

I breath out in satisfaction then squat down to swing my leg in order to trip the rogue in front of me. A clean swipe on his neck follow right after.

I bring a hand to my face and swipe the blood off my lip. I release a content breath and the corners of my lips form into a mischievous smirk.

Unfortunately for me, a hand grabs a handful of my hair and drags my body over the soggy dirt.

With one hand, I grasp the attacker's wrists. When I secured my hold on them, I bring my other hand to slash it with my knife.

The woman screams in agony and clutches her injured hand.

"Nice finger," I told her in between pants.

She glares at me with indescribable anger and tear-filled eyes.

She chose to join and these were consequences of joining a war.

I give her one last look of pity before moving along to another victim.

"I'm liking the fit," I tell Giovanni despite my heavy breathing.

He whips his head to my direction. Lips pursed, I swore the evil in his bright honey eyes was enough to kill a bitch. His wolf smirks at me and looks down on his tattered blood-filled shirt. He didn't seem tired at the slightest.

"I must say your hair is on a way other level, though," he says one last time before he spotted another wolf to victimize.

I sigh out and lift my hand to scratch my head, only to be met by a knotty mess.

I gasp and mutter to myself, "Disgusti—."

An arm embraces me and I could tell who it was immediately. Theo holds my head against his chest, just under his chin. I can't deny the comfort it brought to me.

"Careful," he informs me. I hear a 'thump' on the ground beside us and I narrow my eyes suspiciously at the rogue. A hole replicates the flesh that was suppose to cover his heart.

And I thought I was barbarous.

I hit his chest and yap out, "Hey that was not nice—."

He twists us around but still secures my head flat against his chest. I unwrap myself off him and I keep an eye on Theo as he holds a tight hand on another rival.

Theo lifts him up using his unyielding grip and the man scrambles to escape his clutch. He claws at Theo and his face turns into a dark shade of red, struggling to breath. He tightens his grip even more and his forearm flexes.

I observe Theo's face as the corner of his lips tug into a sadistic smirk watching the rogue slowly die before him.

The part inside of me that was mad at him and Cara compels me to tear down the satisfaction he was feeling.

I briskly lash out the knife on the dying man's abdomen, making him die completely.

Poor guy.

A smirk reaches my face and I watch the smirk on Theo's face fall down. A growl rumbles out of his chest at the memory of his kill being taken away from him.

All Alphas are proud creatures who refuse to let anyone take their pride away from them.

My heart suddenly feels lighter at his lack of satisfaction.

"This isn't a video game, Alex," he scowls at me. Still, there was a hint of humor in his voice as he speaks. "We don't steal kills here."

"Not on my watch," I inform him. A grin reaches my face and I watch Theo lunge unto another wolf, ending the rogue's life.

His eyes twinkle deviously after his satisfaction finally consumes him once again.

"HEY!" Emilio shouts at him in a wary tone. He gapes at Theo who just took his kill, mouth parted in bewilderment.

I couldn't see the content expression on Theo's face but I notice his back muscles flex as he crosses his arms proudly.

Feeling the lack of rogues attacking me out of nowhere, I let my eyes roam the space filled with pure destruction. I note the decreasing number of standing rogues, their lifeless bodies and blood painting the territory.

And then I spot a person I thought I'd never see every again.

My eyes remain trained on his short dark hair and my favorite pair of amber eyes.

My feet was planted on the ground and refused to move. I couldn't bring myself to make a single movement, so I don't.

I just watch him as he draws the string of his bow back then releases. I watch his eyes squint in torment and before I knew it, pain erupts on my leg.

My body forces itself to drop the ground and I clutch my thigh were the arrow dug itself into. I steal a glimpse of where my attacker would have been—only to be met by trees and darkness, no signs of anyone.

I scrutinize the arrow that buried itself unto my thigh—a shot not meant to kill but to impale. A hiss escapes my lips when I make even the slightest movement. It seemed that the skin around the wound registered every little move I made.

I narrow my eyes and refuse to let tears drop over such a mere injury. Weak. My hands grip the dirt beneath me, digging my nails into the earth.

I groan after a failed attempt to lift myself off the ground. My ears pick up heavy footsteps as another person slowly approaches my impaired body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I grumble to myself in panic. I eye the looming shadow in front of me that seemed to grow taller and taller.

"THEO! YOU IDI—! HELP ME!" I shout and bring my arms in front of me to cover an oncoming strike to my head.

My eyes shut close on instinct and I hold my breath in.

Relief fills me when I hear a threatening growl and a body drop.

Heavily, I let my arms fall and release a shaky breath as I stare at Theo muscular back. His muscles tense while he attempts to contain his fury.

I ignore the fact that if another second had been wasted, I would probably be dead and lying on the ground.

I follow Theo's fuming gaze and land on Leomord's heartless chest. All I do is watch as dark red threatens to consume his grey orbs. Theo struggles to keep his wolf in the depths of his mind.

To my luck, I wouldn't have to find out what menacing consequences could have happened if his wolf did manage to take control.

For now, at least.

Finally, Theo takes notice of my presence and he rushes to me. His eyes narrows at my pained expression and he mirrors it as if he was in pain himself.

Swiftly, he breaks a part of the arrow shaft, but did not remove it entirely. The arrow, which remains in my flesh, provides enough pressure itself to prevent too much bleeding.

My eyes follow Theo as he rips a fabric of his shirt. Then, he wraps the material around the wounded area to minimize the shaft's movement.

Maybe it was the pain from wound or the embarrassment and my loss of pride.

Maybe—maybe it was the aching I felt from seeing my own brother harm me without hesitation.

But I suddenly burst into tears and let out heaps of sobs without a care in the world. I didn't care if I looked like a mess and any signs of hatred for him was now gone.

I just wanted to cry like the sensitive little bitch I was.

I look at Theo with tear-filled eyes and he furrows his brows in agony.

He brings an arm under my leg and my back, lifting me up bridal style carefully. My arms immediately wraps themselves around him over his shoulder.

His movements were cautious but I notice his pace increase in alarm as he glances at me repeatedly.

I let myself relax in his touch but still, the tears refused to stop.

Crybaby.

Weak.

"Theo, h-he," I tried telling him in between uncontrollable sobs. "He was t-there. He sh-shot me. How—why would h-?"

He places his lips on my forehead and I close my eyes simultaneously.

"Shh, take it slow, mi amor," he tells me gently. "Tell me later when you believe I deserve to know. I'm not letting the 'you' right now force you to tell me, okay? Close your eyes. You'll be safe soon, my love."

I feel my consciousness slip and I mumble out a small and weak, "Okay."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I hear him rant.

That was enough to feed the temporary void in my heart and I close my eyes with a triumphant smile.

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A/N None of my favorite books and webtoons are updating and it's making me sad.