Chapter 250: The Attack II.
Some of the men were getting closer now. Their weapons were steady, but their steps slowed when they saw Miss Valois with her. They thought she had everything under control. To them, this was her plan all along. Angela could tell that Miss Valois was not going to hand her over to Marcus. But why? Who she was going to hand her over to?
Angela waited to fall or faint, but nothing happened. She was still standing, breathing hard, eyes wide open. The lupine sedative had no effect on her. She could feel it...her blood boiling, her heart pounding, her wolf awakening.
Mighty Storm growled inside her, begging to be free. The anger in Angela’s chest turned into a wave of power she could no longer hold back. Her eyes glowed with a fierce golden light, making Miss Valois stumble backward in fear.
"An alpha?" Principal Valois gasped, her voice trembling. The realization made her freeze. Lupine sedatives never worked on alphas. "No... this can’t be true."
Angela’s teeth snapped as her claws grew out in a sudden, sharp transformation. The air shifted around her, heavy and wild. The men stopped moving, their faces pale with shock. They had been told she was weak, untrained, maybe unable to shift but they were wrong.
Before Miss Valois could even blink, Mighty Storm lunged. Her claws tore through the woman’s skin, slashing across her face. The older woman screamed as she fell back, blood spilling down her neck. Angela’s wolf kept hitting her, fury burning in every strike.
"Please...stop!" Miss Valois cried, but her voice was swallowed by the sound of growls and screams. She was too weak to fight back. Blood soaked her collar, her trembling hands trying to shield her face.
Mighty Storm stopped right before the killing blow. The goal wasn’t to end her life...only to make her pay for her betrayal.
Miss Valois sobbed, shaking on the ground. Her face was a mess of blood and bruises. She pressed a trembling hand to her cheek, and Angela noticed she wasn’t healing. That surprised her. Maybe the woman was just another werewolf who had lost her ability to heal. Either way, it was satisfying to see her broken.
With a low growl, Mighty Storm stepped back, her fur bristling under the sunlight. She turned toward the woods, ready to disappear into the darkness.
But before she could vanish, Miss Valois lifted her head and shouted, her voice breaking in pain.
"After her! Don’t let the golden wolf escape!"
Mighty Storm snarled as she ran through the woods, her paws thundering against the earth. The fury inside her burned bright. She would have torn that woman apart if Angela hadn’t held her back. The anger still boiled in her veins, but now there were more enemies ahead. Four men blocked her path. She didn’t care how many they were. She was done running.
As they surrounded her, her eyes glowed fiercely, bright as fire in the night. Her fur rose, every muscle in her body ready to strike. The men looked at one another, pretending to be brave, not knowing the storm they were about to face.
With a deep growl, she attacked first. Her body moved like lightning. Her jaws locked around one man’s arm, and the crack of bone echoed through the woods. His scream tore through the night as blood spilled on the ground.
Another man swung a knife at her, but she dodged easily and slashed across his chest. He fell back, choking on his own pain. The third tried to grab her from behind, but she slammed him down and pinned him under her paw, growling so loudly the trees seemed to tremble.
The others broke into a run, shouting that she was a Luna. They vanished into the darkness, too scared to face her. Mighty Storm stood there, her chest rising and falling, her fur dripping with blood. She watched them flee until she was sure they wouldn’t come back.
She turned to leave, but then Miss Valois appeared again. The sight of her made the wolf’s heart pound harder. The woman looked almost dead, her face covered in blood, but the look in her eyes was cold and full of something dangerous. Why wouldn’t she stop? Why did she still want her captured so badly?
Angela tried to force herself back to human form, but something felt wrong. The air changed. A heavy energy filled the woods, dark and cold. It made the ground shake beneath her paws. Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t belong.
Miss Valois smiled weakly through her blood. The damage to her face was terrible—she would never look the same again. But that smile showed no pain, only triumph.
"I give her to you, Patriarch," she said, her voice shaking but proud. "I have fulfilled my promise."
There was no reply, but the darkness around them grew heavier. Mighty Storm could feel it pressing on her body, draining her strength. Her legs trembled, her breathing slowed, and fear crept into her chest. She couldn’t see the man’s face...only the shadow of his presence. But she knew, without a doubt, that he was powerful. Too powerful.
Her strength gave way, and she fell to the ground, whimpering softly. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to keep her promise to protect both of them. She wanted to fight, she wanted to keep them safe... but her body would no longer obey.
*****
Taros raced out of the hall the moment he got Angela’s message. Her scent was drawing him to the woods, and his heart beat faster with every step. He sent a message through his link to his brothers, but none of them replied. It didn’t surprise him much. Just because it worked yesterday didn’t mean it would work today.
He kept running until he passed the East House. Taros wanted to enter the dorms to check on Renn because he hadn’t seen him in the hall. In fact, none of his brothers were there. But he changed his mind. He had to get to Angela first.
When he reached the entrance of the woods, his eyes caught Angela’s phone lying on the ground. His heart skipped. He picked it up, feeling heaviness fill his chest. Something was wrong...terribly wrong. His worst fear had come true. Angela was in danger.
Rage surged through him. He raced ahead, determined to find her and whoever was behind it, because he knew one thing for sure...no single person could take his mate down. They had to be more.
Then he saw Principal Valois’s car parked near a giant tree. Confusion rushed through him. What was she doing here?
He could hear sobbing. Taros hurried toward the sound, hoping to find Angela, but what he saw shattered him instead. Torn pieces of uniform were scattered on the ground. Then he saw a pair of shoes—Angela’s shoes.
Taros swallowed hard, trying not to let the pain swallow him. He turned to Principal Valois, whose face was covered in blood. Her cheeks were torn open by something vicious.
"What happened? Where is Angela?" he demanded, his voice shaking with anger and fear.
"T-Taros... thank the moon, you’re here," she cried, her tears mixing with blood.
"Where is Angela?" he asked again, his patience slipping away. He wanted to help her wounds, but he needed to know about his mate first. His heart told him she wasn’t fine, yet he still wanted to hear someone say she was.
"They took her... they fought us and took her," Miss Valois said, her voice trembling as she spoke.
Taros’s brows furrowed, and his chest tightened painfully. "Who? Where did they take her?"
"I don’t know them, Taros. They went in that direction," she cried, pointing toward the mountains.
He didn’t wait another second. Taros transformed into his wolf form and darted toward the mountains.
There was only one thought burning in his mind...he was going to be a murderer today.