Chapter 5: Their Attack
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Viktor’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he approached the old warehouse, the pungent scent of blood and charred wood hanging thick in the air. His pack was still battling the Russian wolves inside, but Viktor wasn’t here to fight. He was here for something far more important—answers. The rest of the skirmish could be dealt with by his trusted warriors.
He moved through the shadows of the warehouse with purpose. There were bodies littered across the floor—his pack and the invaders alike. The air was thick with tension, the sounds of growling and shifting ringing through the walls, but Viktor’s focus never wavered. He would find the one responsible for this assault, and he would make sure no stone went unturned. He wasn’t going to lose another friend. They’d pay for this. All of them.
The last body yielded nothing but dust and grime. Viktor knew it would be impossible to identify anything beyond that—but he had to try. He wouldn’t let these people die just because some Russian asshole thought they had an obligation to kill one of his friends.
He moved from body to body, searching each face with an icy gaze, scanning their bodies for clues. A small pile of discarded equipment lay near a door, but Viktor had no interest in that. Not right now. He needed answers—and then he was going to burn the whole place down so the Russians couldn’t get out. And anyone left inside, too.
A figure stepped from behind a stack of crates—blood smeared across his face, dirt covering his fur, but the man was still standing. Viktor’s eyes narrowed. This was one of the higher-ups. The Omega of the Russian pack that had dared to attack his pack.
The man saw Viktor approaching and reached for a blade tucked at his side, but Viktor was faster. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it behind his back with a sickening crack. The blade fell to the ground, useless.
“Who sent you?” Viktor growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
The man grunted but remained silent. Viktor slammed him against the nearest wall, his grip tightening on the Russian’s throat, claws digging into the fabric of his clothing. The tension between them was thick, but the man didn’t speak.
Viktor’s jaw clenched, frustration rising. The silence was maddening. But before he could demand more, he heard a voice from behind.
“We’ve got the rest under control, Viktor,” Micheal, one of his most trusted warriors, said as he stepped into the room, his wolfish eyes scanning the surroundings. “You ready to finish this?”
Viktor didn’t take his eyes off the man. He couldn’t afford to let him slip away without knowing who was pulling the strings. But he knew time was slipping through his fingers.
“Take him away. Keep him alive. I’ll want answers later,” Viktor ordered, his voice hard and unwavering. His words brooked no argument.
Micheal and another warrior moved swiftly, hauling the captured Russian away. Viktor watched them for a moment, ensuring the prisoner was under control before turning his attention to the rest of his pack.
The looming threat of the Alpha of the Russian pack was never far from his mind, but for now, there was a moment of stillness—a brief, fragile reprieve before the storm was unleashed.
Outside, the black SUV waited. Lyra was inside, sitting silently, her gaze locked on Viktor the moment he slid into the driver’s seat.
She didn’t ask what had happened—she didn’t need to. Viktor could see the tension in the tightness of her posture, the way her hands gripped the seat with white knuckles. She was anxious, but she wouldn’t demand answers, not now.
Viktor started the engine, the low growl of the vehicle filling the silence. But soon, the weight of the attack, the betrayal, and the ominous presence of the Russian Don pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket.
The phone in his pocket vibrated.
He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was the Alpha Russian pack.
Viktor’s expression hardened as he answered. “Alpha,” he said, his voice cold and controlled.
The Russian Don’s voice came through the line, smooth and unbothered, as if the bloodshed meant nothing. “Viktor. I trust the little gift I left for you wasn’t too much trouble?”
Viktor’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “You crossed a line today. You attacked my pack, my family.”
A long pause lingered on the other end before the Alpha spoke again, his tone calculating. “This isn’t about you, Viktor. This is about the Hernandaz pack and their constant interference in my territory. They’ve made deals, broken deals. And your girlfriend, Lyra, was the one who sealed my son’s fate two years ago. She’s the last to pay.”
Viktor’s chest tightened at the mention of Lyra. The Alpha was using her as an excuse, but Viktor knew there was more to it. “You think I’ll just hand her over to you?” he asked, voice dripping with contempt.
The Alpha’s laughter was low, cruel. “I’m not interested in you, Viktor. Not unless you stand in my way. But if you don’t give me what I want, your pack will suffer the consequences.”
Viktor’s eyes narrowed as his pulse quickened, the fury boiling under his skin. His voice was deadly serious. “You don’t scare me. Blood calls for blood. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”
The Alpha’s voice dropped lower, darker. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve been patient, Viktor. But your girlfriend’s betrayal cost me my son, and I will make sure she pays for it.”
Viktor’s heart pounded, but he kept his voice steady, controlled. “You’re making a mistake. If you touch her, if you come after my family again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
The Alpha chuckled darkly before ending the call abruptly.
Viktor’s hand gripped the phone, his knuckles white with rage. “He’s going after Lyra,” he muttered under his breath, mostly to himself.
Lyra, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, her voice soft but sharp with concern. “What does he want?”
Viktor’s eyes flicked to her, then back to the road. “Control. Power. Revenge. But he won’t get it. Not while I’m still breathing.”
Lyra was quiet for a moment, her gaze intense, studying him. “What now?”
Viktor’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t going to let this stand. He couldn’t. The Alpha had already attacked his pack, had killed some of his men, and now threatened Lyra. He wasn’t going to wait for the Alpha to make the next move.
“We take the fight to him,” Viktor said, his voice cold and resolute. “We make sure he knows what happens when you cross me.”
Lyra’s eyes softened, but there was still a flicker of fear in them. She knew the stakes, knew the dangers that loomed ahead. But Viktor had made up his mind. He wouldn’t let the Alpha’s threats stand. The war had already begun.
He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the SUV surging forward into the night. The Russian Alpha Don had made a grave mistake—and Viktor was going to make sure he paid for it.
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