Chapter 165

A howl split the air, making the witches freeze. The rest of the pack, who were hiding behind the trees, burst forth and rushed into the clearing, with the alpha lycan charging at the leader of the witches. He attacked the woman without hesitation. The leader of the witches was also aiming for the alpha lycan. Thus, the second she was attacked, she shot a spell at the alpha lycan.
However, the skin of the lycans had the most powerful defensive ability. Any attacks or spells couldn’t penetrate it easily, which made the lycans the top predator of the shifters, as well as the rest of the communities. It was for this reason that many lycans were killed before their awakening, right in their infancy.
So, the second the witch fired the spell, it bounced off the alpha lycan’s skin, and he leapt onto the back of the witch. The witch screamed as claws and teeth sank into her skin. The alpha lycan viciously tore off a chunk of flesh from the witch’s shoulder. Another shriek rang out in the clearing.
A heavyweight suddenly crashed into the back of the lycan, making him lose his concentration and turn around to see what had hit him. Another witch with green scales stood behind him; her hands were still raised as if she had just finished delivering a blow to the alpha lycan.
The alpha lycan shook his head to shake off the dizziness that the spell had caused and then twisted and pounced on the other witch. Snapping his jaw and slamming right into her, the witches shot collective spells at him, which didn’t affect him but did cause some severe burns on his back.
The scent of blood and burnt flesh spread all over the clearing. However, the lycan didn’t stop as it slammed into the witch, sending her to the ground.
He jumped on her body and swept his claw at her throat, ignoring the desperate spells that the witch was sending his way. His long, sharp claws slit the skin of her throat.
There was a hiss of fury behind him and another bang that ricocheted off his back. The alpha lycan turned around and looked at the leader of the witches, whose face was contorted in anger.
The alpha lycan licked his bloodied muzzle and charged at the leader of the witches, who, sensing danger, turned around and tried to escape, but the alpha lycan was faster. It raked its claws on the back of the witch, sending her wave after wave of pain and tackled her to the ground.
“Let go of me, you beast—you foul, evil creature who shouldn’t even exist!” the witch screamed in horror and pain.
Witches, like shifters, believed that shifters should never have existed. That they alone should have ruled the nightly creatures. Worst of all, shifters, they hated the lycans the most. Because they alone were the only creatures who could fight against them and their nasty spells. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ
The alpha lycan snarled, tasting and licking the fear that was oozing from the body of the witch. The witch knew that the alpha lycan was not going to leave her; thus, she sent another round of flaming spells at him. But the alpha lycan didn’t release her. He wrestled the witch and tore off her throat as the witch scratched the inside of his stomach with her long nails.
Once the witch breathed her last, the alpha lycan howled in victory.
He then turned around and looked at his packmates; they were standing behind him, their sides and backs severely burnt, and blood was oozing from them. He, too, was bleeding and panting due to pain. Feeling tired.
Four dead witches lay on the ground. The fifth one was left alive; however, she was hardly breathing. Sensing that the human wanted to take control, the alpha lycan ceded control.
Killian hissed through gritted teeth as he stood upright. He was bleeding and aching; the burnt wounds on his back were like needles piercing into his skin. But he shelved the pain and walked over to the witch who was still alive. Blood was pouring out from the several wounds that his beta had inflicted on her, and she seemed to be close to dying.
“Who was it?” Killian demanded, as he crouched down and looked at the witch right in the eye.
The witch curled her upper lip, baring her teeth. “Even if I knew, I would not have told you anything.”
“You hate that I killed your sisters, but you should have thought things through when you attacked my pack.”
“Do you think that she is telling the truth?” panted Henley. With the burn mark on the side of his neck, the man seemed to have suffered the worst injuries.
Killian nodded. “The person who is behind all of this wants to remain anonymous. If they didn’t, then we would have known it by now. I don’t believe that there is an IP address that Matt cannot track.”
“Witches and wizards will keep coming,” the witch wheezed. An ugly smirk adorned her face as she smiled at them. “They have hundreds of reasons to do it.”
Killian glanced down at the woman who was smiling at him. “But now you know it wasn’t worth the risk that you took, right?” The smile on the lips of the witch fell almost immediately. “Don’t worry; what happened to you today will happen to anyone else who comes after my pack.” He then turned to look at the rest of the pack and said to them, “Let’s go; I can sense the worry of the rest of the pack leaking through the pack bond. They are about to go insane with worry.”
As the alpha of the pack, he could sense the emotions of the pack members better than the rest of them.
Finn nodded. He then turned to look at the witch and asked, “What about her?”
Killian turned his head as his gaze fell on the witch who was lying on the ground. “Kill.”