The destined alpha

Chapter tw

Opelia's POV

"Father, watch out!" I screamed as a fierce spear flew toward my father from the hands of a youngling. He immediately grabbed the spear with his right hand and thrust it into the belly of the man he was fighting. "Well done, child," he said to me, causing me to feel so proud.

It wasn't so often that my father said nice things to anyone, including me. So whenever I heard him commend me on something, I knew I deserved it and I felt proud of myself. In this case, I had prevented him from being killed or badly wounded by a young man without a name. What a shame that would have been, not just to my father but to the entire pack.

I quickly jumped as a small-sized woman tried to tackle me to no avail. I kicked her hard on her stomach, drawing a yelp from her. Then, I ducked and lifted her with both hands, slamming her hard, head first, to the ground. She rolled in pain, tears flowing from her eyes, forcing me to wonder what kind of weakling was sent to fight against the Zoe Pack; the strongest Pack in all of America. "Please, don't kill me," she begged as I drew close to her. She didn't deserve to live and I helped her to where fellow cowards spent their time; the grave. I shot out my claws and pierced her throat with them before leaving her to bleed out.

"Forward!!!"

My dad screamed as our entire army moved forward, slaying the wolves that were before us without mercy. The battlefield was perfect for us. It was an open field just beside the Great Forest in the middle of the two Packs. We stationed some of our warriors on the tree and dressed them in leaves to prevent them from being spotted by our enemies and from there, they wrought havoc.

"Ah!"

"Help me! He's hit my shoulder!"

The enemies kept screaming as we took them out one after the other. It was no war. It was simply a m******e and I wondered why they'd challenge our Pack, seeing that we were far more dangerous than they were.

"Let me have that one, dad," I said, thrusting my sword into the neck of one of the opposing wolves.

"Are you sure?" My dad asked, as the huge man walked right to his face and growled at him.

"Yes, dad. I'll handle him."

I approached him and he turned from my dad and faced me. I had thought that my father would stab him from the side seeing his attention was shifted from him and focused on me but he wouldn't. He was an honourable man. Being honourable had its pros and cons. There was nothing dishonourable in killing an enemy in the time of war, regardless of how the killing happened. If my father had stabbed him, we'd have moved on to other targets.

I took out a small silver pen knife that I had in my armour and when he got close, I threw it right into his stomach, which drew a scream from him as that area began to burn. There was nothing I loved more than giving myself a head start. It showed that I knew what was at stake and knew that I had to win. I loved to draw that first blood.

I jumped on him quickly, utilising the distraction that I created and tackled him to the ground with my shoulder. Then I began to throw punches at him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I kept hitting him hard on the face as blood oozed out of his broken lips and sore eyes. He challenged my father. He deserved whatever he got and I wasn't one to show mercy to anyone who I felt didn't deserve it. I was going to kill him, but I needed him blind first so after his eyes, I went.

"No. Don't do this," the wolf protested as I pushed my thumb and two of my fingers into his right socket and plucked out his right eye. Before I could get to the other one, I saw someone stab him right in the chest. "Don't get too distracted. In a battle, there is little time for anything that isn't killing. You have to kill and keep moving. Any form of delay can cost you your life!"

I quickly stood and moved forward, using my sword to s***h through anyone who dared stand in my way. I was on the lookout too. Something was strange about that battle. We seemed to be headed for victory but it was far too easy for us.

"Father, I think there's something we're not seeing. Storm Pack could never think they'll stand a chance against us."

"Pay attention, Opelia! Watch out!"

I ducked a punch and then another, before hitting my assailant with my right hand, causing him to move backwards. He drew his sword and ran toward me. I already had mine so I moved around with it, watching his every move. "You're only a little girl," said the man. "The battlefield is no place for a girl!"

"We shall see about that."

He swung his sword at me but I moved to my right, evading his attack before kicking him hard on his member, forcing him to scream in pain and fall to the ground. Then, I jumped on him and slit his throat with his blood oozing from his neck onto my face.

"Warriors of Storm Pack, withdraw! Come, let us stand as one and defeat the enemy in front of us," said a very tall man with bald hair who wore a headband with 'Storm Pack' written on it. He wasn't their Alpha but I guessed he was the warrior lord. All the warriors of the pack drew back from us and ran to him as they all gathered in their numbers on one side before he continued.

"Today, we shall have victory over our enemies and I can tell you that for sure. We may not match their speed, their strength nor can we stand their skill but just like the other packs who stood in our way in time past, what shall we do to them?"

"Destroy them, Sire!"

"Don't be afraid. We have the numbers. We shall match them three to one and the goddess shall be with us. Attack!"

With a loud noise, they ran at us in their numbers, throwing everything they could lay their hands on at us; their arrows and their spears. They fought like wild dogs, giving it their all and it paid off.

Our warriors were taken aback by the sudden boldness of our opponents and they began to fall in their numbers. The Storm Pack utilised their numerical advantage over us and began to gain ground. Yet it wasn't to last for so long. Even with ten of them and one of us, it wasn't a fair fight for them. With my bare hands, I took out two onrushing wolves, digging my claws straight into their hearts as they got close to me. It was a move that was taught to me by my father.

I turned to see my father effortlessly killing our opponents like it was nothing. He took out each wolf with just one swipe and I admired his speed and skill in battle. He was the best warrior I'd ever seen in my life.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise from behind us and the wolves in front began to laugh. "Watch out, father! It's a trap. This is an ambush!"