Shadows of the pack novel Chapter 107

The room quivered as the ancient spell reached its zenith. Aria's newborn pup emitted a burst of radiant energy that soared into the air, an ethereal wave of power that rippled outward. Malachi, who had been approaching the child with menacing intent, was caught in the spell's shockwave. With a horrified cry, he was sent hurtling backward, crashing into a wall, his body wracked with pain.

Winter's voice, now infused with a commanding presence, continued the chant as the room trembled with the mounting magical energy. Malachi struggled to regain his footing amidst the relentless force that had thrown him off balance. Disoriented and disheveled, he felt a sense of helplessness that he hadn't experienced in years.

Isolde stepped forward, her gaze unwavering as she focused her energy on Malachi, augmenting the spell's power. She spoke with an air of finality, "This ends now, Malachi, once and for all."

Malachi's eyes blazed with rage and desperation as he tried to resist the relentless surge of magic. He gritted his teeth and clawed at the ground, inching his way toward the pup as if compelled by some dark force. His wolf growled within him, pushing him beyond the limits of his endurance.

Outside the room, the battle raged on, but there was a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The celestial eclipse had passed, and the moon's power had intensified, tipping the battle in the wolves favor.  

As Winter continued to cast her spell to separate the pup from its wolf spirit, the room became an arena of raw magical energy. Isolde's efforts bolstered the spell's potency, and it intensified with each passing moment. The child in Aria's arms remained calm, seemingly aware of the pivotal role it played in this extraordinary battle.

 Rebecca finally stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Disoriented and groggy, she quickly assessed the situation, realizing that she needed to act swiftly. With determination fueled by the ongoing battle, she managed to slip away from the room, her every movement cloaked in the urgency of the moment.

Outside, the pack ground had transformed into a battleground. Bones cracked as the Nightshade wolves shifted into their formidable wolf forms, their howls resonating through the air. Knox's wolf let out a thunderous howl, a rallying cry that echoed through the hearts of his loyal packmates.

The hunters, caught off guard by the wolves' resurgence, found themselves outnumbered and outmatched. With each powerful swipe of their massive paws, the Nightshade wolves struck down their adversaries. Knox led the charge, his growls reverberating through the pack ground as he tore through the hunters with unmatched ferocity.

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Rebecca's voice quivered as she faced Caleb, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. She knew the gravity of the situation, the weight of her failures, and the dire consequences that awaited her if she couldn't provide Caleb with the information he sought.

"Where is the pup, and where is Liam?" He asked 

She stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, "I couldn't get him. I tried—"

Caleb's patience had run thin, his frustration and anger boiling over. He erupted into a furious growl that cut off Rebecca's feeble attempt to explain herself. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. The disappointment in his gaze was palpable.

"You are useless to me," Caleb seethed, his voice low and menacing, "And so is Liam."

The finality in Caleb's words hung heavily in the air, an unspoken judgment that sealed Rebecca's fate. It was clear that her actions, or lack thereof, had cost her the trust and respect of the one she had hoped to serve. But Caleb's decision had been made, and he wasted no time in conveying it to those who followed him.

With a commanding howl that resonated through the battlefield, Caleb signaled the wolves on his side. The message was unmistakable: they were to fall back, to retreat from the very battleground they had once sought to conquer. It was a strategic withdrawal, an acknowledgment that the tide of the battle had turned against them, that victory was no longer within their grasp.

Rebecca's desperation grew as she watched the wolves around her begin to disengage from the fight. Panic set in as she realized the consequences of their retreat. She couldn't bear the thought of abandoning their mission, of letting down their cause, but Caleb's decision appeared to be final.

"We can't just abandon this fight," she pleaded, her voice rising with urgency. "There must be another way. We can regroup, come up with a new strategy—"

But Caleb, his resolve unyielding, was not in the mood for negotiations or alternatives. With a swift, calculated motion, his claws extended, and he struck Rebecca with brutal force. She cried out in pain as the impact sent her sprawling to the ground, her body wracked with agony.

The battlefield around them seemed to fade into a distant blur as Rebecca lay there, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She had failed in her mission, her loyalty and dedication to Caleb's cause rendered meaningless in the face of his fury. The retreat continued, and the wolves withdrew from the battlefield, leaving behind a landscape marred by the scars of their battle.