Dr. Luna
Demon War: Rise of the Alpha Chapter 46

The sound of the door slamming shut was heard behind him. He glanced behind him for a second to s lips.

t he was the only one who had made it through. His gaze immediately landed to the far corner of the room. Two witches were smirking at him with crimson "You know what is interesting about werewolves?" The first witch asked the other witch next to her. "It is that deep down they are still just an animal." "Just a primitive species who think they are superior because they have physical strength." The other

cowled at Wyatt with a slightly crooked smile.

Wyatt lowered his head and growled at the witches. His ears were forward, and his gaze fixated on their every movement. He straightened his body up and prepared himself. A sharp searing pain shot into his side as a burst of light flew into him. A small whimper left his throat as he composed himself. He felt his feet glued to the floor at that moment. As if he had bee ed in that spot just then. Then one of the witches threw a ball of sorts towards him. When it landed a loud c***k was heard and s of metal shattered from him. Wyatt yelped as the silver lashed against his skin and tore into him. Blood trickled onto the floor below him. His body was burning in pain where some of the silver had remained lodged. He looked up at the two witches and s lowly. Who did these low lifes think they were messing with? A witch held another ball in the air to throw but this time Wyatt had anticipated it. The moment she th witches bodies. Crimson splattered over the wall and floor. Tiny droplets continued to pool from their "You MUTT!" One of the witches bellowed out angrily. Her menacing gaze set upon Wyatt. Mutt? How dare she speak to us in such manner. Blaze growled angrily.

You ready to do something about it? Wyatt asked with a smirk.

he ball he used the wind to push it back into the witches. The ball shattered and the dim light briefly reflected over silver shards as they went flying over the

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Let me be the one in charge. I would have ended this already instead of playing the nice guy. There is to reemption for these hags. Wyatt chuckled. You're too bloodthirsty Blaze. I'll handle it.

"Don't think this is going to be easy for you, mutt." The other witch wiped her hand over her face clear

"Jin. Blow this smoke out of here and get rid of all that incense." Freya yelled as she stopped in a large time. She needed to find Wyatt.

"Adam! Sam!" Freya turned to look at them. "You guys check the hall to the left and I'll go to the right. She entered a great communal room that had doors on every side of the room. The moment she reach Freya froze as she looked around. s**t. She was so frantic looking for Wyatt that she did not realize she had "Well...well...well. What do we have here?" A cruel voice hissed out as it walked out from darkness. Freya looked up and met with a familiar strong presence. She knew her scent. She knew her voice.

e blood that was dripping from it. A sinister smile crept over her face as she reached for something else from behind her back.

She couldn't pick out Wyatt's scent since the air was too thick. The place was huge and there were so many areas to search. She didn't have that kind of

I meet back here. Howl if you run into anyone." She didn't wait for their reply and blurred down the hall. middle all four doors shut simultaneously with an echoing crashing sound.

run right into a trap. She dropped to one knee as her eyes landed on the crystals that connected around her in a square.

"I can see you haven't aged well. Meryl." Freya's eyes narrowed on the woman. She walked closer and folded her arms over her chest.

"Tch. Such a vile child. You really are a disgrace and need to be eliminated." Meryl clicked her tongue and shook her head in disgust. There was no reason for her existence. It was an abomination. Her mother was stupid. How could she mate with a vampire. Freya. Ember whimpered.

Shhh. Freya felt part of her weakening inside the crystal barrier.

"How did you know?" Freya said in an airy voice.

Meryl's lips curled upwards viciously. She walked to the side as she studied the girl on the ground. The sound of her shoes clacking against the wooden floor echoed in the room. At the end of the room a fire crackled in the fireplace. The smell of wood burning wafted through the air. She sighed and then tilted her head downwards so she could look at Freya at eye level.

"Now do you really think I wouldn't find out what was going on with the other coven leaders? You know the saying, keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer." Meryl shrugged. "Well in this case I already knew those damn women thought I wasn't good enough for this position. No one was. Who could fill your mothers' shoes? I was just the tolerable replacement. I knew from the beginning they would try to get me out of this position. So I worked on finding reliable sources from within their covens. Erica's damn coven was sealed tight. Those snobs wouldn't even look my way." She clicked her tongue and sneered at the ground.

"But Myra's coven... that was different. Her advisor was someone I became close to. She knew just enough to let me know when you would be attacking and that somehow you had broken the blood potion. Impressive. You must tell me how you managed that before I kill you." Meryl tilted her head to the side and c****d her eyebrows up.

"Tell you?" Freya spat out. "The woman who sent the demons to kill me and my parents?"

"Oh? You knew? Well, oh dear me. I guess that secret is out." Meryl straightened up and raised her hand over her chest feigning remorse.

"How deep are you in with the demons?" Freya's other leg began to tremble as it weakened. She planted a hand on the floor to help support her body. Little by little her energy was being drained out of her.

"I've abandoned balance and have chosen the winning side of course. The Briar coven will be aiding the demons when the time comes. That is the agreement we have reached. So many questions for one who is about to die." Meryl looked around the room a bit bored. "Maybe we should speed this process up some?" Her lips pulled up over her face as she directed her wrist towards Freya shooting an electric bolt into her body. She began to laugh as a loud scream of pain ripped through Freya's throat. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She watched the girl's blood pool onto the floor. "Oh well I guess I'll just have to have those boards replaced."

A jar broke in front of Wyatt. Filling the room with a scarlet cloud of dust. The two witches smirked in triumph. Then they saw a set of eyes coming closer to them. They both gasped. "How are you moving? Why didn't the werewolf potion affect you?" The one witch breathed out shakily.

The witches had calculated very well. But they had miss calculated a few things. And one of those was that Wyatt was a tribrid. The other is they could not understand the strength of the werewolf king. Wyatt internally smirked as he continued forward. He quickly lunged attacking the first witch while the other slashed at him with a knife. He yiped and snarled, turning his attention to the offending witch. A deafening bang came from behind him. He turned his head to see the door laying on the floor and a gigantic bear standing on top of it.

Jason heard Wyatt's yelp earlier as his group was exploring through the manor. He knew it came from above him so he frantically ran around looking for the stairs. He finally found them and charged towards the commotion. Only to find out it was Wyatt's group of wolves but no Wyatt. He saw how they were frantically trying to get inside and pure rage built up inside of him. Wyatt was on the other side of those doors and had been injured. He charged towards the door, raising the power inside of him to fight against the fortified magic. Nothing was going to keep him away from his brother. Especially not witch magic. He barreled over the door and looked up to see Wyatt.

Are you alright? Jason asked Wyatt as he took a few steps towards him. He looked the large silver wolf over. He could see the crimson liquid dripping from his body. The wounds that had the silver shards wedged in it weren't healing.

Wyatt nodded his head and looked back at the two bodies. One of the witches was still struggling for air. Just then a loud scream echoed through the manor. She smiled as the blood dripped from her mouth. "You're too late." She breathed out. "Sounds like we got the real target."

Wyatt's eyes widened in fear. He knew the sound of that voice. He turned and ran through the room. Fear gripped his insides for the first time since they entered the building. This whole thing was a set up to get to Freya. She was the target here and he allowed her to come right into the trap.

Freya spit blood from her mouth and she raised her eyes to Meryl in defiance. She slowly lifted her head off of the ground and then pushed herself up with her hands. Her arms trembled as did her legs but she fought against it. Meryl had calculated everything well. But she had also missed one important detail. Something her spy wasn't able to pick up. Something they had missed about both Wyatt and Freya.

Loud pounding was heard at the doors and Meryl looked over in annoyance. "Stupid animals. They can't break through the magic I have in place here. After all... I had to make it strong enough for a dhampir." She looked at the blood that was pouring from Freya's side. "Tsk Tsk Tsk. You don't look too well. I really should just put you out of your misery but I love torturing my prey."

Freya scoffed. "Your prey?" She winced as she stood fully. "I'll have to say. I wasn't expecting this hit. And luckily for me it isn't life threatening. It will heal in time. Though a bit slower thanks to whatever the hell you laced it with."

Meryl cackled. "You act like you will be leaving this place? Oh no no dear that isn't the plan. This is your coffin. I plan to have you stuffed and mounted on the wall. Like a hunter would have done with a trophy animal." She's disgusting. Can we kill her now? Ember growled.

Freya smirked and then used the back of her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. "You've told me everything that I need to know. This coven was working with demons and you let me know who the mole is so that they can be punished. Anything else useful that I should know before I kill YOU?"

Meryl looked at Freya in disgust. "Impertinent child. Even now you dare to defy me? You can't escape those crystals and you know it."

Freya smiled. "There is just one problem... you've miscalculated." She took a few steps forward and then her eyes changed color. She was a tribrid and a powerful one at that. As she was fighting she was learning how to bring her werewolf forward. Making her someone who could use both vampire and werewolf strength as well as her witch magic. The crystals to hold someone like her in place have not been created in this lifetime. She leaped out through the crystals. Her body was struck with lightning made by the shards. It attacked her body and incinerated her insides. But it couldn't stop her from getting out. She landed on her feet and leaped forward. She had to act fast because she was weakened and injured. She wasn't sure how long she could hold her own in a battle of magic.

A flash of silver flew upwards and out, sinking into flesh. Freya shrieked in pain as she felt the metal dig into her shoulder. She winced and raised her eyes upwards. Her own dagger had landed in Meryl's chest and the blood was running down it and onto Freya's

arm.

She held onto her dagger as Meryl fell to her knees. "You damn bastard child. You are an abomination. How in the hell is this even possible? How did you become a werewolf as well? You must be destroyed."

Freya's legs shook as she looked down at Meryl. Her body had collapsed the rest of the way onto the floor. She made sure she looked into her eyes. She wanted to watch as the life faded from them. Her vision blacked slightly but she shook her head to refocus. She had to stay awake. She had to see it. She needed to see the woman that had caused so much pain and suffering... she had to see her die.

Meryl looked at Freya with hatred. She felt the life slipping from her body. As darkness overtook her one last thought entered her mind. This isn't over.