Chapter 132:
And then, through the trees, I saw him: Silas. He stood alone, his form dark and imposing, his eyes fixed on me with a hatred that was raw and unfiltered. His own wolves had fallen back, his plan to overwhelm us shattered by our unity, our resilience. But Silas wasn’t here to retreat or surrender. He had come for me.
I felt the weight of the moment settle over me, the knowledge that this was the confrontation we had both known was inevitable. It wasn’t enough for Silas to break our defenses, to shatter our unity. He wanted to face me, to prove his dominance, to show the pack that his strength was unmatched.
Dante moved to my side, his stance protective, but I held up a hand, signaling him to stay back. This fight was mine.
“Are you sure, Elara?” he asked, his voice low, concern etched in his eyes.
I nodded, my gaze never leaving Silas.
“This ends with us, Dante. I have to do this.”
He gave me a look filled with both pride and trepidation, a silent acknowledgment of the choice I had made. With a final nod, he stepped back, joining the circle of wolves who had gathered to watch, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear, hope, and respect.
Silas’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he approached, his every step a calculated display of power.
“You think you’re an Alpha, Elara?” he sneered, his voice laced with contempt.
“You’re nothing more than a weak pretender, clinging to wolves who are too blind to see the truth.”
I held my ground, letting his words wash over me without reaction.
“Strength isn’t about domination, Silas. It’s about loyalty, unity. Something you’ll never understand.”
L𝗎tєѕτ ϲh𝒶ρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑆.𝒸оm
He laughed, the sound cold and hollow.
“Loyalty is for the weak. Power is the only thing that matters, and I will show your pack who the true Alpha is.”
With a snarl, he lunged forward, his speed surprising, his claws aimed directly at me. I dodged, my instincts sharpened by weeks of training and every battle we had fought. I moved to counter, swiping at him with a force that met his own, our strikes clashing with a ferocity that echoed through the clearing.
Silas was relentless, his attacks fueled by raw hatred and a twisted need for control. Every move was calculated to overpower, to dominate, to break. But I had not come this far, led these wolves, fought for my pack, to fall to his brutality. I had something he could never possess—a purpose beyond myself, a loyalty to those who had become my family.
As our battle continued, I felt the strength of every wolf watching, the unity that bound us, filling me with a power that went beyond physical strength. Silas’s strikes were fierce, but he fought alone, his every movement driven by ego, by a need to prove himself. I fought with a deeper purpose, with the knowledge that my wolves stood behind me, that their courage, their resilience, was woven into every step I took.
Silas lunged again, his claws grazing my shoulder, pain flaring as I staggered back. He smirked, mistaking my stumble for weakness, and advanced with a cruel satisfaction in his eyes. But I used his arrogance against him, feinting to the left before delivering a swift, powerful strike to his side, forcing him back with a snarl.
“You think this changes anything?” he spat, his voice filled with venom.
“Your pack will fall. They’ll see that you’re weak, that you don’t have the strength to lead them.”
I straightened, meeting his gaze with a calm that belied the adrenaline coursing through me.
“Strength isn’t about fear, Silas. My wolves fight for each other, for their family. That’s a strength you can never break.”
His sneer twisted into a snarl, and he launched himself at me, his movements fueled by a rage that made him reckless. I saw the opening, his overconfidence leaving him exposed, and I struck, using every ounce of strength I had, every lesson I’d learned, every sacrifice my pack had made. My claws met his chest, and with a forceful push, I sent him sprawling to the ground.
Silas lay there for a moment, stunned, his gaze filled with disbelief as he struggled to rise. Around us, the wolves watched in silence, their eyes wide as they saw their supposed invincible foe vulnerable, defeated. But I wasn’t finished.
