Chapter 10: Blood Oaths and War Cries
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Abigail’s POV
The echoes of Lucian’s howl still lingered in the night air. A call to war. A challenge to the strong. A warning to the weak.
One by one, more voices rose, weaving through the trees like a battle hymn. Wolves are answering the call.
I stood in the heart of our camp, the firelight flickering against the sharp edges of my armor. My pulse thundered, matching the rhythm of the night. The pieces were falling into place.
We had allies.
We had an army.
But war wasn’t just about strength.
It was about strategy.
And if we were going to kill Gideon and destroy whatever this Hollow King was, we needed a plan that left no room for failure.
The Council of War
Lucian, Orion, Elara, Zane, and Ivy stood around me, faces grim. The map between us was stained with old blood, the territory lines shifting with each battle.
“Gideon’s fortress is here,” Zane said, pointing to a thickly wooded area along the eastern ridge. “Reinforced walls, double patrols. He’s expecting us.”
Orion nodded. “But he doesn’t expect us to move now.”
I studied the map. “We won’t give him time to prepare.”
Elara leaned forward. “A frontal attack would be suicide. Even with Lucian’s army.”
I smirked. “Which is why we won’t attack from the front.”
Eyes flickered to me.
I traced a path along the western ridge. “We use the forest as cover. Small, fast-moving groups. Silent kills. Take out his outer defenses before the main assault.”
Lucian’s voice was low. “And when we breach the fortress?”
I met his gaze. “We kill everyone loyal to him.”
A charged silence.
Orion exhaled. “No survivors?”
“No survivors.”
I wasn’t leaving room for mercy. Not this time.
Zane cracked his knuckles. “Finally, a plan I like.”
Lucian’s lips curled. “Then we prepare.”
The Blood Oath
Before battle, before bloodshed, there was the oath.
In the dead of night, we gathered in the clearing. Fifty warriors stood before me, the best of my pack, Lucian’s elite, and rogue allies willing to fight for vengeance.
I stepped forward, unsheathing my dagger.
“The path ahead is paved in blood,” I said, my voice strong. “There is no turning back. No surrender. No fear.”
Lucian moved beside me, his golden eyes burning. “We fight as one.”
I sliced my palm, letting the blood drip onto the earth. “We fight for the fallen.”
Lucian did the same. “We fight for the future.”
One by one, our warriors followed.
Blood met soil.
A sacred vow.
We would not lose.
A Final Night
War loomed on the horizon. But before the first strike, there was a moment of stillness.
I stood by the river, my reflection fractured by the ripples. Lucian’s footsteps were soundless, but I felt him before he spoke.
“You’re quiet.”
I exhaled. “Just thinking.”
He stepped closer, his warmth brushing against my skin. “Regrets?”
I turned to face him. “Only that I didn’t kill Gideon sooner.”
A smirk. “That’s my ruthless she-wolf.”
Something in his tone made my heart pound.
He reached for me, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw. “No matter what happens tomorrow, Abigail” His voice deepened. “We finish this together.”
I swallowed. “Together.”
Then he kissed me.
Hard. Fierce. Like a promise sealed in fire.
And I kissed him back, drowning in the storm we had started.
Tomorrow, we will go to war.
But tonight, I was his.
Dawn Breaks, and the Hunt Begins
The first light of dawn spilled over the treetops.
Our army was ready.
Weapons sharpened. Armor secured. Fangs bared.
I stood at the front, Lucian at my side.
Then, with a single breath
I lifted my sword and roared, “HUNT THEM DOWN!”
And like a storm unleashed, we descended into battle.
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