Episode4_ THE WARRIORS WEAKNESS
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The night before the Champion Trial, Midnight was alive with preparation.
Warriors sharpened blades.
Commanders studied strategies.
The entire kingdom waited for the battle that would decide which pack carried the stronger force.
But far away from the noise of the palace…
Commander Megan stood in the hidden garden where only a few trusted souls knew how to enter.
A place where he was not the undefeated warrior.
Not the commander….. just a man.
Viera stood beneath the moonlight, her hands resting protectively over her stomach.
The moment Megan saw her, his expression softened.
He walked toward her without hesitation.
His hand gently covered hers.
Then his gaze lowered toward her belly.
A quiet smile appeared on his face.
“My child…”
The words carried a warmth that no warrior in the kingdom had ever heard from him.
He lowered himself, placing his hand against her stomach as if trying to feel the life growing inside.
Then he looked up at her.
But the happiness in his eyes slowly faded.
Because he noticed hers.
“Viera…”
His voice became gentle.
“Why do you look worried?”
She looked away.
“Megan…”
She swallowed.
“I heard about the challenge.”
A small smile crossed his face.
“And that frightens you?”
She looked at him.
“Not because I doubt your strength.”
Her voice lowered.
“I know who you are.”
She touched his face.
“But I know Alpha Darius too.”
Her expression became serious.
“He does not move without a reason. He smiles, he praises, he acts like a friend…”
She paused.
“But there is always another thought behind his eyes.”
Megan remained quiet, because he knew she was right.
Viera’s voice trembled.
“You fight with honor. You believe strength exists to protect, not destroy.”
She looked toward the palace.
“But I feel darkness around this challenge.”
Megan gently held her hand.
“Then let my light be stronger.”
A faint smile touched his face.
“I will not fight with hatred, Viera.”
His eyes hardened.
“I will fight to protect what matters.”
For a moment, she smiled.
Then suddenly…
A tear slipped down her cheek.
It landed on his hand.
Megan froze, then, he licked her tears with his tongue.
His wolf instincts immediately awakened.
He looked at her carefully.
“Viera.”
“What is it?”
She tried to hold herself together.
But her voice broke.
“What future is waiting for me?”
The question struck deeper than any blade.
“You know the truth.”
Her eyes filled.
“You are the commander of Midnight. The future of this kingdom depends on you.”
She looked away.
“And your Alpha has already chosen a path for you.”
Silence.
“Alora.”
The name remained between them.
The daughter of the powerful Shaman Rhema.
The alliance that would strengthen Midnight’s future.
Megan’s expression darkened.
“Viera…”
“I cannot compete with a destiny written before I was even born.”
His heart tightened.
He pulled her closer.
“You were never a choice, Viera.”
She looked at him.
“You were the one thing I chose myself.”
Her eyes trembled.
“But will that be enough?”
Then he whispered,
“Viana, be my forever mistress… not just a mistress, but my true hidden love. If that is what it takes to keep you forever.”
Tears filled her eyes as she thought, He is a commander, desired by many.
In the wolf world, this is accepted as long as there is a wife.
If this is the only way to keep him by my side… then I will.
She broke down softly. “Yes… if this is the price to have you forever.”
Then he kissed her deeply, the moment between them growing more intense.
He held her close as Viana patted her legs softly, surrendered to the warmth of having him to herself all night.
The next day, the Champion Ring stood beneath the open sky.
Thousands gathered.
The banners of Midnight and Redclaw moved with the wind.
The Silver Night Pack watched silently, because everyone knew.
This was more than a battle.
It was a statement.
The doors opened.
Commander Rogan Sable entered first.
The Redclaw warriors roared his name.
Then…
Commander Megan stepped into the ring.
The entire field erupted.
“MEGAN!”
“THE MIDNIGHT BLADE!”
The sound shook the grounds.
Rogan smiled.
“So the stories were true.”
Megan responded.
“Stories are not what you should fear.”
The horn sounded.
The battle began.
Rogan attacked with overwhelming force.
His movements were aggressive and powerful.
Every strike carried the strength of a warrior trained for destruction.
The crowd cheered.
But Megan did not move like a man trying to overpower him.
He moved like someone who had already studied the fight.
One step…… One block…. One counter.
Perfect timing.
Alpha Darius watched from his seat.
His eyes followed every movement.
The opening…. The weakness……The pattern.
But something was wrong.
Megan wasn't changing into his wolf form yet.
Every time Rogan adapted…
Megan changed too.
A new technique.
A different rhythm.
A different strategy.
Darius’s expression slowly hardened.
Impossible.
A warrior could master different styles.
But no warrior should be able to shift between them so naturally.
Rogan attacked again.
Harder….. faster.
But Megan disappeared from his path and struck with precision.
The entire arena went silent.
Rogan shifted into his wolf form, while Megan remained in his human form.
As the battle grew more intense,
Rogan suddenly dropped to one knee,
the pain overwhelming him until he was forced to revert back to his human form.
The final strike had already been decided.
Megan stood over him.
Not with pride.
Not with cruelty….. with respect.
The horn sounded.
“Winner…”
The announcer paused.
“Commander Megan of the Midnight Pack.”
The warriors of Midnight erupted.
But Alpha Darius did not celebrate.
He stared at Megan, because he had discovered something far more dangerous than a weakness.
Megan was not powerful because of Midnight’s Alpha blood.
He was powerful because he was Megan.
And if that was true…
Then breaking him would require something far greater than a battle.
It would require finding the one thing he would sacrifice everything for.
Darius’s eyes darkened.
“Everyone has a weakness.”
A slow smile formed.
“Even legends.”
And somewhere in the distance…
Viera suddenly felt a cold fear she could not explain.
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