Broken moon: Claws of vengeance

Chapter 2 The Confrontation

To be able to fight that group of rogue，Olivia's pack, Sunrise Pack, received a distress call from Midnight Pack, their neighboring pack, a day ago. Olivia's alpha, Alpha James, Lucas's father, led the best warriors, including Olivia, to the rescue. But even though they arrived at the first sign of the distress signal, Midnight Pack had already suffered significant damage. Olivia only saw the rogues from far before they retreated quickly. It left her disappointed and furious. Seeing the bodies scattered on the ground and the devastated land ravaged by fire, Olivia swore that she would make those rogues, especially the rogue King, pay for it.

"Well, let's hurry over; the alpha will be angry if we're late," Damian comforted Olivia, caressing her and holding her waist as they walked toward the largest conference room in the pack house.

Olivia looked at her mate and lover. This should have been the most important moment in her life. If it weren't for the rogue attack, Olivia's parents and Damian's parents would have thrown a big party for them. Then her alpha would bless the other young individuals in the pack who had found their mates, just like Olivia and Damian, after announcing his son's mate and upcoming role as the alpha. Then they would receive the blessings of the entire pack.

However, all the goodness was destroyed by those rogues. Not only were their pack members unable to bless them and allow Olivia and Damian to enjoy the happiness and excitement of just finding their mates, but also Olivia surrendered herself to her mate in the deep night, enduring his Mark. From then on, the two of them were forever connected.

Olivia cursed the rogue King once again.

In the wilderness far away, the eyes of the rogue King, Noah, flickered with fierceness as he stared into the campfire. His handsome face was chiseled, and his deep eyes seemed to harbor tumultuous waves, like the sea.

He looked at his two dead subordinates and muttered, "Damn it!" It was their first casualties.

This rogue King, Noah, was around 25 years old but already incredibly wise and mature. Unlike the typical adult werewolves in Olivia's pack, his eyes always held bravery and fearlessness, along with the innocence of becoming a hero. Noah had grown up being hunted and killing others to survive. The tumultuous events of his life had long made his heart numb.

Besides his few subordinates and his only brother, Zach, he cared about no one and nothing. The constant life of burning, killing, and plundering had permanently filled his eyes with a cold gleam, like a frozen river in winter, hard and ruthless. And if you tried to break through the ice, you would find yourself facing an unfathomably cold water, ready to drown you. And the only feelings you would experience before your death were coldness and endless pain. Just one look into his eyes, and you could feel the call of hell.

"What do we do?" his brother, Zach, asked Noah in frustration and anger. Noah glanced once again at the bodies of his two subordinates on the ground and said, "Bury them!"

Hank, another one of his subordinates, muttered under his breath, "If it weren't for the sudden arrival of that Dawn Pack, we would have left already. We wouldn't have been chased for dozens of miles and lost everything we gained."

"And Elliot and Mark, the lives of our two friends," Hank said, spitting on the ground. "Those damn pups made us look so miserable."

Noah's eyes flickered with a dangerous glimmer, a fleeting moment of perilous light. However, it was just a momentary flash. Looking at Zach through the campfire, he thought it was a mere illusion. But even Noah's brother didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Noah took out a dagger and absentmindedly picked up a tree branch from the ground, casually whittling it as if he hadn't heard anything.

Zach and Hank knew that this was the calm before the storm. Noah was undoubtedly suppressing his anger to the extreme. At this moment, they dared not speak because a single word could result in Noah severing their throats as fast as lightning, death looming without even realizing its imminent arrival.

That was the most terrifying aspect of Noah. Even as their leader, even as Zach's own brother, they dared not let their guard down in the slightest.

If hell had Satan, then the human realm had Noah. He was fierce, malicious, and vengeful. Even thugs like Zach and Hank paled in comparison to even one-thousandth of Noah's terror.

In his heart, Hank silently prayed for the werewolves of the Dawn pack. Because he knew that if Noah desired, he could destroy them. Of course, it would require some strategy and courage, and Noah never lacked those.

Zach also noticed something off about Noah. He remembered last night when they attacked the Midnight pack, and then a group of people came to their rescue. Noah glanced at that group of wolf warriors, and for the first time in Zach's life, he felt Noah's distraction. Zach recalled that they were young werewolves, and one of the female wolves stood out.

At that moment, Zach wondered, could it be that Noah suddenly became interested in women? But quickly, Noah shifted his gaze away, as if the previous glance had been Zach's imagination.

Of course, Noah regarded everyone with disdain. How could he be interested in an ordinary woman? Even Zach, Hank, and the deceased Elliot and Mark all agreed that Noah wouldn't even consider any woman, or a mate for that matter.

He was the proudest and most ruthless rogue King. His pride made any woman seem insignificant in his presence.

"Kill them!" Noah suddenly stopped whittling the branch and looked up. The reflection of the campfire danced in his deep, bottomless eyes, like a shooting star traversing a silent night sky in an instant. And because everyone was asleep, it seemed so lonely and eerie.

But Hank and Zach understood their leader's intent almost instantly. He wanted to destroy the Dawn pack.

Zach couldn't help but shudder. He was Noah's only kin, having witnessed his most ferocious side. Yet, the Noah before him now made him feel even more terrifying than Satan. Zach suddenly remembered the woman from last night. He wasn't certain, but he faintly felt that it was because of her that the proud and ruthless Noah experienced defeat for the first time, igniting a desire to destroy everything.

And the woman whom Noah unintentionally glanced at last night was now sitting in the largest meeting room of the Dawn pack house, listening to her alpha devising a plan to attack and eliminate these rogues.

She was eager and eager to contribute, desperately wanting to voice her opinion.

She was the youngest and most exceptional warrior, the proudest and most confident she-wolf, who believed she could conquer anything.

Especially today, when her mating with her mate was interrupted, she swore to kill that rogue King.

She glanced at Damian, her mate, who was smiling at her. He was looking right at her, his lips curving in a grin.

"After we kill those rogues, I will make sure you know how I feel in your body and make you endure the feeling of my mark," Damian mind-linked her.

Olivia's lips curved slightly. "I'll be waiting for you, my mate," she said, trying to ignore the pressure in her chest and the tremor in her core caused by her mate's words.

Little did she know, danger was approaching. A demon-like man would never allow her to be happy.

Suddenly, Olivia felt a pang of pain in her heart, followed by a wave of unease. And just as her instincts confirmed her feelings, a werewolf warrior abruptly pushed open the door, instantly silencing the meeting room.

The warrior gasped for breath, stumbling as he ran to stand in front of his alpha. "Alpha, they're coming," he said.