Liora’s POV

I felt something. Yes, I felt a dark energy, I felt it before I saw it. The hair on my body stood at attention as the magic made its way over the battlefield, and I knew at that point that the battle might not end on a good note if care was not taken. 'Morgath, yes, that's Morgath" I whispered, as my heart rate increased. I could see the disaster it had started causing already, as panic arose all over the warriors of the Silver Moon Pack. Dark magic is known to be very caring; the sorcerer, Morgath, doesn't play with his magic. He was exiled because of that, and he's still not ready to take pathways with it, even to the point of endangering lives of the whole bewolf race. The dark magic was powerful, way too powerful to be left for just anyone, especially any ordinary warrior of any pack to face. But mine is different. I wasn't ordinary. In anger, I clenched my fists as I stirred up the power within me that I had built obviously over the months. I had been training, training nonstop for any sudden attack, for moments like this. It honed my skills and increased my abilities; it was done under the watchful eyes of the Night Howlers', especially Alpha Rhys. This was it, the time I had been waiting for, the reason I trained nonstop, my chance to prove myself, to prove my worth. But this wasn't just to Jaxon, or to the Silver Moon Pack, but to everyone alive who had in one way doubted me and my abilities. I stormed forward in the direction of the dark magic. I steadied my gaze on the source, ensuring to lock my eyes on it, and as I talked to Jaxon, I remained focused. 'Jaxon, this time is very dangerous; get your pack ready immediately and ensure they are taken to safety. I'll handle everything about Morgath myself." He stared at me in shock, disbelief evident in his eyes. 'Liora, I don't think you can face Morgath alone, you may not even have all it takes to face him." I turned to him, my eyes blazing with determination. 'Jaxon, you seem to be forgetting something here, in case you have forgotten, I'm no more the same Liora you knew before. Trust me, he's nothing I can't handle." He hesitated, obviously doubting my abilities and if I would be safe. 'Be careful, Liora, I don't want anything to happen to you, please." I just smiled reassuringly, and with that, I turned around and faced the battle. Morgath's dark magic continued to push its luck as it overtook some warriors and was already gaining weight among them. But I wasn't bothered, not now, not tomorrow. This was nobody's fight but mine. I will ensure that everyone is safe. The battle turned unexpectedly; I watched as both the Silver Moon Pack and the Night Howlers all struggled to maintain their stand. Everyone fought with deadly anger, but I continued to tackle Morgath; his magic couldn't overcome us, and I couldn't allow him to succeed in weakening the whole pack. The battle and the fate of everyone on the battlefield now lie in my hands; all hope was focused on mine, waiting for my rescue, all at the mercy of the once-rejected Omega. >>>>>>>>>> The cold wind harshly pierced my skin; I was standing at the border between my pack, Silver Moon pack, and that of my refugee pack, the Night Howlers. The night seemed to be whispering secrets to me, secrets of old meant for only a few people, and that night, I had undeniable access to them. I recalled what I'd heard: yes, Alpha Rhys, the Aloha of the Night Howlers, is planning evil, evil against my pack, the Silver Moon pack. Rhys had betrayed me, he knew that was my pack, but he went ahead to conspire against my pack, and also putting me in tight corners put fighting with the Night Howlers or fighting with my pack. As I was still contemplating how to handle the situation before it became worse, a realization hit me: he had talked with some evil people, and it was with Darius. Darius was exiled years back for betrayal, but when I saw him here in Night Howlers, I never knew he came to ally with Rhys to destroy Silver Moon, my pack. I had trusted Rhys with everything in me, doing my best to prove my loyalty to him. He would have at least considered Silver Moon Oak for my sake and for the sake of the love he claimed to have for me. Someone who took me in, in my weak state, has joined forces with enemies to take me back to my previous state. A traitor will always be a traitor; Darius betrayed the pack years ago and is back to finish what he started, but now, he wasn't alone; he came with enough force. My thoughts went wild as I tried to figure out how to alert Jaxon and the whole pack before it was too late. They need to prepare, stay alert, and train for the worst, but I have to do that discreetly without anyone knowing. Tired of thinking and waiting for the right time to alert Jaxon, I moved immediately, journeying to Silver Moon pack. I took the route to the battlefield, just in case some warriors were there. I encouraged them to train harder for what was to come. But as I got closer, sounds of clashing swords filled my ears; it was more than just training. War cries kept getting closer as I journeyed toward the Silver Moon pack. There were growls, snarls, and clashing of claws. The scent of blood filled the air, and I could see dead wolves all over the place as I finally reached the venue. It was a battle already; yes, it was a war. The Night Howlers have succeeded in invading my back secretly without my knowledge. My heart failed; yes, my back was under attack to be wiped off. And then, I saw the man I had hoped to see on my arrival here. I saw him. Jaxon, with his tall, well, well-built frame, stood at the center of the commotion, fighting off the enemy pack with fierce energy. I have seen that energy before, and that was when he challenged me to a fight during my secret training. And right now, I see him with the same energy, but this time, not challenging me but in defense of his pack. But even in his fierce state, he still appeared very weak and exhausted; he seemed to be the only one carrying the battle on his shoulders. My heart went for him, and I don't know why. Was it because of the efforts and sacrifices he had put into protecting his back, even when his happiness was at stake? Or could it be that I have started nursing something for him? I know he wanted me; I knew it the very moment our eyes locked before the moon became full, but he sacrificed that for his family, for the pack, and for the council, yet he's still sacrificing and gaining nothing. Then, I saw a figure. The second I wanted to see, I caught sight of him through the fog of war. He was slipping from one end to the other, causing havoc, causing confusion. That's Darius. I froze instantly; Darius didn't come to the battlefield to go back empty-handed. He was there to cause confusion, to destroy all that Jaxon had built. He snarled as he locked his eyes with Jacon, ready to lung at him. He was waiting to strike Jaxon unexpectedly, to catch him off guard. And on noticing his game, my body moved faster than my mind, making sure to reach Darius before my mind could process what was going on. Without giving it a thought, I charged forward, racing across the battlefield at the speed of light. I didn't know what I felt for Jaxon that made me charge at Darius in that manner, maybe something deeper than the physical, or just pity, not wanting him to be killed by one of those he sacrificed his happiness for. 'Alpha Jaxon!" I screamed in fear, but my voice wasn't heard, it was swallowed by the war noise. Darius, with the help of the dark magic, leaped over into space, his outstretched claws targeting Jaxon's head to behead him. I wasted no time; I allowed my sense of judgment to take over to salvage the situation on the ground. I forced myself between them in an attempt to save Jaxon. I landed immediately with Darius' claws outstretched to piece into Jaxon's Head, and it landed on my hand instead. Jaxon was safe, he wasn't beheaded again. But my arms bled profusely, pain shooting through me unbearably, but I couldn't care less; I had saved Jaxon, and that's all that mattered to me. I continued bleeding!