The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Chapter 39 Thirty Nine

Sheila's point of view

My eyes narrowed around them carefully, as they regarded me with murderous intent. I held onto my dagger tightly, taking a few steps backwards. On my sudden movement, they lunged at me. I ducked around the pillar, moving through the tombstones, hoping to get to the entrance, but I was blocked by a wolf. Its sharp claws were aimed at me.

I pulled away from its path, turning backward when I was ambushed by another wolf. Its sharp claws slashed through my arm. The white orb in my hand fell to the ground, shattering at its sound against the ground. My hold on the phoenix stone in my other hand tightened. I could feel my blood rush freely from my arm.

I mumbled curses under my breath. I wished I could shift into my wolf. It would have been much better. I felt the pain eat away at my bones as I tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go, nor an exit to run to. These fucking rogues had me surrounded. I was at the center of the cemetery, with the rogues circling me.

Oh, my goddess, I was done for. This was suicide. I was not only outnumbered, I was outmatched. There was no way I could possibly be, even in my wildest fantasy, victorious against them.

They lunged at me, and I held on to my dagger like I was clinging on to my life. I threw it at the first wolf I came in contact with, aiming for its heart. I tried moving fast, aiming for the wolf nearest to me. I turned around, but before I could send my dagger into one of the wolves, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

I yelped in pain at the tearing of my skin. I managed to dagger the beast beside me. When another plunged its claws into my side, the painful impact caused me to collapse on my knees. With the little strength I still had in my grip, I sent my dagger into the wolf closest to me. From nowhere, sharp claws tore through my stomach. I screamed at the pain. Another claw came at me. I could feel its sharpness in my chest. Ruthless pain pierced through my bones.

Then, as quickly as I was gripped, I could feel my legs wiggle in the air as I was tossed harshly against the wall. The stone was snatched away from me. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, but never once did I let go of the phoenix stone.

At full speed, the wolves cornered me. Piercing claws wrapped around my neck, tightening. I felt the warm crimson fluid that rushed down my neck as one of the wolves suffocated me. The trembling within my bones intensified. The pain around my body began to vanish. I felt nothing as my body trembled all the more. Something was wrong with me. I could feel it from the depth of my soul. I felt different. It was like there was a new gush of energy beating from the cave of my heart, breaking free, spreading from my chest to every part of my body.

My stomach became hot. It burned with an intense flame. It was uncomfortable, as it burned with purpose. It's the only pain I felt at the moment. It tortured me like it was furious, and craved freedom. a kind of freedom that has been denied all along.

I felt this kind of pain when Killian went on a rampage, and he almost killed me.

The pain from my stomach, again, traveled its way to my chest, leaving a burning sensation that killed my insides but at the same time breathed a new kind of life within me. A new kind of energy.

Its intense flames moved from my chest to my throat, and that's when I felt it. The choking urge to

scream.

My blue eyes jerked open, and my irises burned like they were in flames. Whatever was wrong with me caused the wolves to swerve their attention towards me. Their gaze broke in fear just staring at me.

The stone that was held in one of the rogue hands began to glow a blinding shade of blue. There was a distant yet familiar aura of magic that circled around the cemetery. Without prior warning, the burning sensation in my throat pushed out of my lips, making me scream loudly, and I succumbed to darkness.

***

Killian's point of view

Bloody hell!

These fudging assholes sent by the Dark Circle had infiltrated the whole pack. They were in the packhouse already, and also at the castle.

The pack army had scattered around, fighting against the god-damned rogues and witches the Dark Circle had sent to retrieve the stone. I was at the pack house fighting, along with Morgan, while Mason and Allen covered the castle. The Pack's female beta, Brielle, Adam, and Xavier were scattered around with many warriors.

The more we killed, the more reinforcement came for them. It was maddening.

We had anticipated this attack, but not at the same time that the witches were preoccupied with the

ritual to find the stone.

I gripped one of the rogues' necks, detaching it from its body with my claws. I was not in my complete wolf form. In my human form, Ryker and I were sharing control. With my speed, I was before another rogue, plucking his heart from his chest. I moved on to others, and the earth welcomed their roguish, bloody hearts within seconds.

I moved on to the next thing when Jax's mind linked me. I had sent him, along with Nate and Kaleb, to the witches' quarters to protect Sheila.

"What Jax?"

"Luna isn't at the witches' quarters."

His sudden words through the mind link caused me to become still.

"The witches' quarters are also under attack by the Dark Circle witches," Jax rushed. I felt the life within me drain.

"Where is Sheila? Find her!" Ryker and I growled in unison. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"We are on our way to the witches' cemetery —"

My brows were paralyzed. "What the hell are you going there for? Find your Luna at once!" I growled again in a rage.

"She's there right now. She went to find the stone, and…" Jax stopped talking.

"Jax!"

"Fuck, Alpha, they are everywhere." His voice held fear.

I disconnected from him, heading out of the Packhouse.

"What happened?" Morgan mind-linked me. He was at a distance, fighting against these fucking rogues.

"Stay here! I have to get to Sheila. She's in danger," I said, rushing through the mind link.

Without sparing a second, I shifted into my gargantuan black wolf and I sprinted off to the witches' cemetery.

I took the shortcut through the woods, feeling a presence behind me. I turned to find Morgan's brown wolf racing behind me.

"What the hell, Morgan! I told you to remain at the Packhouse!" I yelled in fury through the mind link.

"Tell me when you could ever order me around!" He shot back through the mind link, furious. Very furious. I couldn't tell exactly why. I could care less about that right now. My priority was getting to Sheila. Protecting her.

Ryker and I couldn't even quell the rage breathing fire into our bones nor the fear that clawed at our chest.

"Sheila, please be safe!" I whispered to myself.

Morgan and I approached the witches' cemetery, and the sight before me made my insides shrink.

Everywhere was choked with the Dark Circle army. Most of them were roguish wolves.

My gaze narrowed in on Gwen, Kaleb, and Nate. They were all fighting against the rogues at a far distance. But no sight of Sheila.

Morgan joined in on the fight. I raced to the entrance of the cemetery where Jax was fighting against rogues.

"Where is Sheila?"

"Inside," Jax sounded through the mind link.

I froze. Fuck. Many rogues were blocking the entrance, and there seemed to be a whole lot of them inside the cemetery with my mate.

My heart began to race in fear for Sheila. For a broken second, I felt like I could not breathe as the thought of Sheila alone came to me.

That fear and pain turned into rage. And I lost it. I let out a loud growl that echoed into the darkness. My inner vision turned red, and I went on a killing spree, trying to make my way into the cemetery.

From my peripheral vision, I saw Morgan join us. He killed angrily, as vicious as I did.

Finally, we made our way into the cemetery, fighting off the rogues that were scattered around it.

Ryker and I scanned around, searching for Sheila. It was damn hard to pinpoint her scent since it was everywhere. Ryker drew closer to a blood trail, and to my horror, it was Sheila's.

I moved with speed, charging at any rogue I came in contact with, following the trail of Sheila's blood as it led me deeper into the cemetery. From afar, I noticed wolves circling around a pillar.

My blood went cold. I couldn't see what was happening, but there was a frightening stir within me at the thought that it could be Sheila.

I leapt in the air, racing closer when a piercing scream echoed around us. It was loud and deafening, birthing a blinding blue light that covered the earth's darkness. The deafening scream caused the earth to tremble. The calm air around us grew furious and wild. Its loud screams echoed through the air, and it carried an overwhelming surge of magic that could force anyone down to their knees. I couldn't see through the blinding blue light that formed a fog around us.

The magical energy around me forced me to shift from my wolf to my human form. I collapsed to my knees as the intensity shook the core of my bones. Every wolf in the pack could feel it as several howls rose to the sky. All I could think about was my mate.

Then, at once, the scream halted, and the blinding light vanished from the darkness. What I saw all around me made my eyes widen in horror.

What the fuck?