Liora's POV

Jaxon lost his balance as he stumbled backward, he widened his eyes as he observed me, shock evident in his face. 'Liora?" he called in surprise. But before I could respond to Jaxon, Darius growled as he focused on me; he couldn't do as he planned to Jaxon, so he faced me in anger. 'You've been in my way, Omega, since you came into this pl,ce," he said, spilling venom from his mouth. A My body was trembling, but I had no option but to face my fear. 'You'll have no option but to face me first, if you overcome me, then you will get to the Alpha, Darius." 'Liora, please don't put your life in danger because of me; it isn't worth it." Jaxon's voice came out shaking with fear, but I stubbornly went ahead to do that. 'No, Alpha Jaxon. I won't be hurt, and I won't also allow him to hurt you." Darius paused, and with a smirk on his face, he continued. 'Foolish Omega, weak wolf, little Silver Moonite," he sneered. 'You think highly of yourself to think you can stop me from doing whatever I like.?" I made no effort to respond. Instead, I decided to show him what I am made of. I called upon the power from ancient, the power that I haven't given expression, the power lying dormant in me. And to my advantage, I have spent months honing this power to live. The ancient spirit was at work in me, it was stirring something up within me, making me uncomfortable. The energy kept surging through me, running down my spine and sending shivers down my body and veins. Darius charged for attacking again, but I got him on this one; I had balanced in expectation of his strikes. I had dodged the attack immediately it came and sent strikes across to him instead with precision. He tried dodging the blows but it was already late. He cried in pain as he continued howling; blood was gushing out from his injuries as he tried to maintain his balance. I remained unshaken and unmoved by his pitiable looks. 'You brought harm to yourself by underestimating my abilities," I mocked him. Jaxon was standing behind me, eyes wide open in shock at how I was able to handle Darius; he was still in disbelief at how I handled everything. But I had no time to explain things to him, we had to continue the battle and win. As Darius raced out of the battle in retreat, I smiled at his defeat, and facing Jaxon, I noticed lines of thoughts on his face. Even as he wanted to badly ask me questions, he kept them for himself, but instead, he took my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. But as I just finished pushing Darius away, another force emerged from the shadows. It was Alpha Rhys; his eyes were cold, dark, and without mercy. He had made his choice, and it wasn't to our favor but to the side of an exiled wolf hungry for revenge. Jaxon froze by my side; I already knew it would get to this point. The betrayal will soon show his face, but I didn't know it would be this fast. 'You've betrayed me, Alpha Rhys; you breached our agreement," he vibrated but quietly as he expressed his disappointment. Rhys did not attempt to reply or defend himself. He kept a straight face, butbwas obvious he was trying to hold himself from breaking down for betraying a fellow Alpha. The truth was written in his eyes, he couldn't deny it.c The battle was far from over, it was just starting. But the difference was the motive. It wasn't anything close to survival; it wasn't anything close to saving the pack; it was all about dark revenge. The prophecy >>>>>>>>>>>> The battle had ended, but not so with the scars left behind, the bruises, the deep wounds, and the groaning of pain from warriors and pack members; it was more than the physical. The once-cleared camp is now littered with an awful sight. The sight of fallen wolves, cries of those moaning their deceased brothers and sisters, and the groaning of those in severe pain as a result of the injury they sustained. Blood flowed like water, and its scent nursing me; the lives of many had been destroyed in a selfish quest for power and influence. I stood still for some minutes, observing the damage caused. Alpha Rhys had shamefully raced back to his pack, retreating most shamefully, taking along what was left of his pack. Darius, on the other hand, had disappeared when the war got heated against him. Silver Moon had finally won the battle, and a lot of damage had been caused. Many had fallen, mourning cry filled the whole pack. I watched as wolves lay without hope, waiting for death as they scattered across the battlefield. I watched their bruised and broken bodies, as they struggled to remain alive, to remain relevant. Searches have been going on for healers to help some of them, but it seemed fruitless. I looked and a tear escaped my eyes as I watched them in anguish, my heart went out for them, wishing I could do something to help out. I couldnt stand their pain, or watch them die one after the other. I felt something pushing to do something, a stir in my spirit that I couldn't resist. Without giving it a thought, without analizing the outcome, I stepped forward, moved from a warrior to the other. I realized their pain called out to me and I answered, they called my wolf and it obeyed. I moved to a young wolf covered with blood, and on a closer look, I got to know he has but few hours to live. "Please dont go, stay with me," I begged him in a whisper, as I involuntarily placed my tiny hands over his wounds. I was hoping against odds that my touch could magically restore him back to health and ease his pain away. But surprisingly, as soon as my hands touched his fur, I noticed a strange glow on his body. It flowed and warmed my palms, giving out a radiation with bright lights. I opened my mouth wide, shocked to my bone marrow at the strange occurance. I know that I had seen this strange glow before, but in my younger days, but not to this extent. The energy surging through my bones, the glow from my eyes, the feeling and the powerful stir within me was all strange. My wolf growled uncontrollably, feeling the power as it continued to increase, and my heart beating intensified the more. I also noticed something in a blink, the breathing which was faint had increased and becoming steadier, and strangely his wounds started closing so slightly. I felt his pain melting away, and a replacement taking place, a pure and ancient replacement. "Liora, what exactly is going on here, what are you doing?" Jaxon startled me out of my many thoughts, his eyes displaying amazement as he followed me to knee beside the young wolf. "I... I don't even know what I am doing," I stammered, as I was even confused myself. "I think something in me is healing them." Jaxon froze as he kept staring at me in confusion, but he said nothing. He continued watching with his mouth wide open as I moved from one wolf to the other, and the same occurance kept happening, a surge of energy with glows. The wounds were not healing completely, but they were getting better more, even more than any natural process. I was just moving around and touching every wounded wolf that I see, the more I touch wolves the more the strange energy kept surging in. Soon, the wolves around started noticing what was happening. Their eyes widened in shock, but no one dared ask questions. They stood mute while watching me perform the magic that I didn't even understand. There were whispers everywhere, murmuring of voices, but yet, no one gathered the courage to confront me. Some were afraid, while others were confused. "How is she able to do that, when did she become a healer?" "Is she in any way connected to the Ancients?" "Maybe, just maybe, the moon goddess might have sent her to our rescue, or she could truly be an Ancient." The murmuring from the crowd became unbearable, and I tried blocking them out to concentrate. I put all my attention on the wolves before me. I don't even understand how I operate again, I just follow the leading within me, following every prompt from it. Who knows, this might be who I was supposed to be, it might be the real me, but my environment never allowed it to show. While I was moving around and healing the wounded wolves, an elder wolf who wasn't among the fighters approached me. His silver fur was a demonstration of his wisdom. He was one of the oldest wolves alive, living for centuries. As he walked into the battlefield, he stopped by my side as he observed what I was doing. "You, yes you," he said softly in a whisper but was loud enough to be heard. "You are the one. The one that the prophecy talked about" I blinked and glanced around me to be sure he was talking to me, clearly taken aback by his outburst. "Prophecy, what prophecy? What exactly are you talking about?"