Related to the enemy princess

Chapter 2

Blinding rage overtook my body, every cell within me screamed for vengeance. Images of my father and sister flashed in my mind, tearing me apart from the inside.

"They're going to pay for this!" I could no longer control myself. The rage consumed me so completely that I was no longer myself. Jaden was ready to tear Mollard to pieces, to avenge every drop of blood that had been spilled. Without thinking, I headed towards the forest, my powerful paws striking the ground with force, propelling me eastward, toward the end of what was left of my world.

"Rogan, don't do this! Please, control yourself!" Rabed shouted, his voice filled with fear and concern. But he wasn't strong enough to stop me. The beast within me refused to listen. I sped through the trees, my senses heightened, my fury guiding me.

Behind us, Dallas, Rabed's wolf, followed at full speed and positioned himself in front of us, blocking our path. I could feel the tension in the air, an inevitable confrontation.

"Dallas, move out of the way. Otherwise, you're forcing me to stop you," I growled, my teeth bared, ready to shove him aside.

"You can do whatever you want, but you won't cross the river as long as I'm here," Dallas responded, calm and determined.

"Stop wasting my time, let me through!" Jaden then lunged at him, but Dallas, with a calm motion, didn't defend himself. That gesture intrigued me, irritated me, and more than that, it heightened my anger. Why wasn't he defending himself?

"Why aren't you fighting back, Dallas?" I yelled, my soul burning with fury.

"Because you are the current Alpha of the pack. Your father knew he was going to die, which is why he drugged you to protect you. If you want to go fight Mollard, I won't stop you, but remember, if you get killed, your father’s hopes for you will have been in vain. And our pack will be Mollard’s slaves forever," he replied, his voice wise yet firm, as he slowly moved aside to clear the way.

The words of Dallas hit me like a lightning bolt. He was right. Charging headfirst at Mollard would be suicidal. I wasn’t ready to throw away everything my father had hoped for me. I needed to take a step back, to organize my revenge, to plan, to think. Rushing into a fight blindly would be madness.

I calmed myself slowly, my muscles relaxing as I returned to my human form. Tears began to fall down my face, unstoppable. Each drop was a piece of my pain, an unbearable agony of losing what was dear to me.

I was alone. Totally alone. The family I had known was gone. I was the only one who could protect this pack, the only one who could lead. I had to be strong, but in that moment, I felt so fragile.

I collapsed to the ground, crouched, my heart shattered, and I wept for all I had lost. My mind teetered between pain, rage, and uncertainty.

Rabed, seeing my distress, moved toward me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, as if to prevent me from falling completely.

"Stop saying you’re alone. We are here, and we will be your family from now on. We’ll fight by your side, and together, we’ll defeat our enemy," he said gently, patting me on the back, just like my father used to do.

I let myself sink into his embrace, appreciating the warmth of human connection, the solidarity. We were bound by blood and pain. We had nothing left to lose, and it was this unity that would allow us to survive.

I held him tighter, appreciating the comfort he offered me. After a moment, we both rose together, ready to face whatever awaited us. We returned to the pack, determined to regain our strength and defeat the enemy. We would honor the memory of those we had lost.

The howls of the wolves echoed through the forest, powerful and desperate. They came from all directions, carrying pain and rage, a symphony of vengeance waiting to explode. I was certain they were all enraged against Mollard, each one sharing the same thirst for justice, for retribution. This was not just a battle—it was a m******e, and many wolves, members of our pack, had lost their lives in this bloody struggle.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the tumult of cries and dark thoughts flood over me. They were ready, I was sure of it, but the pain was still too raw. My family, my father, my sister… All taken by this senseless war. The weight of the loss hit me hard. How could one find peace after such violence?

"My sincere condolences to all the families who have lost loved ones. All the dead will be buried tonight, as customary," a voice announced, somber and solemn. It was the ritual, a tradition we followed with every loss, but tonight, everything felt heavier, crueler.

I turned slowly, without a word, and left the scene. I couldn't bear to look at the bodies laid out before me. The faces, frozen in death, gave me nothing but an unbearable image of the suffering inflicted upon us. I couldn’t stay there, contemplating what would never return. It was too much… too much for my heart. The memories of my father and sister mingled with the echoes of the wolves' howls.

I walked away, heading toward my room, my mind heavy, my legs unsure. I didn’t have the strength to face this reality, this devastating pain. Alone, I locked myself in my room, hoping to find some respite there, but even there, the pain followed me like a shadow. The weight of the events continued to crush me, and the solitude only intensified the enormous emptiness I carried within.

The battle was far from over. But tonight, I needed time, if only for a moment, to accept the unthinkable.