Fight for Me

The attack is violent and bloody, as approximately twelve berserk wolves ferociously jump and claw anything in their path like starving parasites.

Nick is aware that these wolves already prove to be a challenge for even his newly aggregated army.

Kesh and his men can barely focus on two, while Nicholas’ brothers and their men have spread out with their own men to keep the attack contained. Meanwhile, Nicholas and his men are struggling to push back the remaining berserk wolves.

The smell of blood hangs thick in the air, echoing with feral growls.

Nick snaps open the jaw of a berserker, which oddly gets the other feral wolves angrier on his trail. As four berserkers run towards Nick, some of his warriors and those of the lion-shifters manage to keep back two.

Nick boldly fights the two wolves jumping and clawing at him from all sides. Their movements fast and uncoordinated that he struggles to keep up. One lunges at him and he grips his arms around its neck hoping to snap it. But the other soon jumps on his back, clawing at his exposed shoulders.

He tries shaking the wolf off as he hears the snapping of its muzzle getting nearer and nearer to his face.

But suddenly, the weight of the wolf is snatched off his back and he’s too focused to look back, as he throws the wolf in his hold against a nearby tree. The sound of a crack is audible as the wolf’s lower back is broken. But the darn creature continues crawling its way desperately to Nick. Quickly glimpsing over his shoulder, he sees a surprising face who is fighting off the wolf he had clawing at his back just a moment ago.

Nick lunges towards the crawling wolf and punches its torso with enough force to hear its ribs cracking. But the wolf does not relent as it continues to aimlessly snap its teeth at Nick. He knows he needs to put an end to whatever misery this creature is feeling, and soon.

Nick grabs its head, avoiding its salivating teeth and slams it to ground, again, and again. He pounded its head to the ground repetitively, until its skull felt like limp jelly in his palms.

Covered in blood he looks over to his brother, Maxim, swinging the wolf against a tree, trying to get the wolf to release its firm bite that it has on his arm. Maxim grunts in pain as he swings the wolf’s body over his head and slams it hard onto the ground. The wolf hesitantly releases it grip. But before it can lunge at Maxim again, he already has his arm around the wolf’s neck and snaps it.

Maxim drops the limp wolf as he gives his brother a small but warm smile.

“Sorry I’m late.” He says with a curt nod and runs off to help fight off the other wild wolves.

Looking around, Nick can finally focus and sense new scents of new arrivals. Maxim brought help.

Nick can’t help but smirk with relief as he re-joins the fight.

After an hour of fighting, they finally manage to kill the last berserk wolf. Many either limp or are dragged to the healers, though, many lives were lost too.

Nick can see the frustration on Kesh’s face, having lost two of his warriors in the fight. Tyler had informed him that they had lost three of their own as well. It frustrated Nick to know that this wasn’t even a taster of the war to come, and already they had lost so much.

But he’s grateful that Maxim had joined him. Not just in this fight, but the one to come, -the one against their father. Maxim came with Abby, ten of their best warriors and even brought along a few outsiders. Though, these are outsiders he knows. Ones he warned to not show themselves to him again.

He can see Maxim talking to one of them, and Nick can’t help but stalk towards them with heavy footsteps. The man looks up at Nick, and the look of discomfort is clear on his face as he hesitantly lowers his head to Nick as some form of submission.

But Nick couldn’t care less, as he throws a punch at the man. He falls to the ground with a loud thud as Maxim tries to put distance between the two.

“Nicholas! What the fuck man.”

But Nick stares at the man on the ground, who can’t help but let the anger force his auburn eyes to glow.

The man’s companions rush to his side to help him get up, but he holds out his hand to stop them as he slowly gets up.

“They are here to help.” Maxim tries to explain, as he sees Tyler and Ben straighten behind their alpha as if staring down a common enemy. “They are on our side.”

But Nick growls out loud as he visibly grows his claws.

“Nicholas!” Maxim’s voice oozes with his alpha command, but he knows it’s often useless against another alpha, especially one as stubborn as Nick.

But Maxim is shocked to see the man behind him get down on one knee as he bows his head in submission. What’s even more strange are the looks of shame and guilt on the lowered faces of his companions standing next to him. And he can’t understand why the two men are hiding the woman behind them, as if protecting her from Nick.

“I know we have no right being here. In your presence.” The kneeling man says as he looks at Nick. “We were not deserving of you sparing our lives. Not after what we had done.” He sighs deeply. “-For what we had not done. As the protector of my pack, I can only ask that you allow us to at least try and do something right in this horrid world of ours.”

Nick stares at the man, at his companions, and at his brother. He huffs out annoyed and turns as he walks off without a single word.

But Maxim is worried. He knows that look. -It’s fair game. If Nicholas gets the chance to kill this man, he will do so. With that stare down that his brother just gave him, Maxim knows that Nick basically put him in charge of keeping Arem and his people out of his way if he doesn’t want anything to happen to them.

But before he can even question Arem about any of this, he feels a tug on his arm as Abby pulls him to the side.

"Owh, babe."

"Don't owh babe me. You and your brothers can get back to your stare downs after we get you fixed up." Abby says as she looks at the deep wound on his arm still bleeding.

He just follows along as she drags him from the crowd.

"I'll follow you anywhere, my Luna." He smirks seeing her roll her eyes at him.

Maxim can't help but hiss at the prickly warm sensation running through his arm as he tries opening and closing his fists.

These darn berserker wolves are really relentless savages.