**Chapter 27
~ The Werewolf Realm ~
Levi's POV**
The moment Micha and I reached the northern wall of the pack, the scent of blood hit me so hard it almost stunned me. The air was thick—too thick—with the metallic stench of death. The entire ground was soaked in crimson. Our warriors… my people… lay scattered across the battlefield, their bodies torn open, their throats ripped out.
Not a single one of the dark-winged creatures was dead.
Not. One.
This wasn't a battle.
It was a massacre.
My wolf, Magnus, roared violently inside me, desperate to tear something apart. My claws were already halfway out, my fangs threatening to push through my gums. Beside me, Micha's eyes glowed dangerously, flickering between human and wolf. Even he looked shaken—and Micha was impossible to shake.
I forced myself to focus.
Survive now. Mourn later.
I turned to Zaki immediately.
"Get the women and children underground. Now."
He nodded once, his face pale with horror, and sprinted off toward the emergency bunker. Kira and Kate joined him, gathering the wounded, screaming at panicked pack members to move faster. The ground trembled under the weight of the chaos.
The creatures didn't stop.
They didn't get tired.
They didn't even breathe.
Their pale skin glowed faintly under the moonlight, veins black like tar. Their purple eyes were emotionless, dead, but filled with a hatred that burned straight into your soul. And their wings—dark, jagged things—flapped with a sound that felt like a curse.
We fought. God, we fought with everything we had.
But it was mostly defense.
We couldn't kill them. We couldn't even scratch them.
Every time a warrior got close, the creature ripped him apart as if he were nothing but paper. Their speed was unreal, their strength overwhelming, and their healing… monstrous. Wounds closed the moment we made them.
Micha and I were fighting back-to-back, surrounded by chaos. Every clash shook the air. Every second counted. Every mistake meant death.
"Micha!" I yelled over the roar of battle.
"I need your help—this psycho is on my neck! We can't die here! We're not trying to win, we're just trying to SURVIVE!"
Before Micha could reply, the creature in front of me tilted his head and spoke.
"Psycho?" he repeated, insulted.
"You're actually calling me a psycho?"
I froze for half a second, stunned.
A speaking creature?
"You can talk?" I asked, confused.
He scoffed.
"What do you take me for? A mindless beast that can't think? Can't speak? Is that how you see me?"
I gritted my teeth.
"Yes. That's exactly how I see you—a monster. A manic killing machine who enjoys slaughtering innocent people."
The creature chuckled, a cold, dark sound.
"I don't kill for fun," he said.
"I follow orders."
My stomach dropped.
"Whose orders?"
He smirked.
"You don't need to know, wolf. But since you're dying anyway, I'll tell you this—every werewolf deserves a painful death. Every last one of you."
Rage exploded through me. Magnus howled, nearly forcing the shift out of me. I growled, claws extending fully.
"For something we had no idea about?" I snapped.
"Tell Roosevelt I said hi."
His expression faltered—just for a split second.
That was all I needed.
I slammed my fist into his jaw with enough force to crack the earth beneath us. Then I kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying backward. The blow wouldn't kill him—but it would slow him down.
I spun toward the next creature.
We weren't winning. But we had a purpose—protect the pack at all costs.
Then it happened.
A loud trumpet sounded across the sky.
It wasn't from the pack.
It wasn't from anything I recognized.
The sound was ancient. Powerful. Divine, almost.
The moment it echoed across the battlefield, the creatures froze.
Every one of them.
Their wings snapped shut. Their heads bowed. They dropped to their knees, trembling—not with fear, but obedience.
Micha and I paused mid-strike, both panting, both covered in blood—none of it ours.
"What the hell…?" Micha whispered.
The creatures began to fade.
Their bodies melted into black smoke, dissolving into the air.
Just like that.
Just as quickly as they came… they vanished.
All except one.
My psycho.
He turned slowly, his purple eyes locking onto mine. His mouth curled into a half-smile.
"We'll be back, wolf."
My fists tightened.
Magnus snarled.
Every muscle in my body was ready to rip him apart.
"And next time?" he added, voice low and taunting.
"It won't just be us."
Before I could attack, his body evaporated into smoke and disappeared.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
A broken, horrible silence.
Dead wolves everywhere.
Blood soaking the earth.
The cries of the injured echoing behind us.
The stench of death and dark magic lingering in the air.
Micha dropped to his knees, exhausted.
I stood still, trembling—not from fear, but from fury.
"Levi…" Micha said softly, eyes wide.
"This… this wasn't random. This wasn't an attack. It was a message."
I swallowed hard.
My throat felt tight.
"I know."
Zaki came running toward us, panting, eyes glossy with fear.
"Alpha… Beta…" he gasped.
"The creatures… they didn't just disappear. They retreated. Like someone called them back."
I met Micha's eyes.
We were thinking the same thing.
Roosevelt.
This was only the beginning.
A warning.
A taste of what was coming.
Magnus paced inside me, restless, furious, terrified for the pack.
"Micha…" I said quietly,
"We need Allies."
Micha's nodded at my words.
"Levi… how do we do that,we don't even know how to get to the other Realms, I fear it might be a difficult task."
I clenched my fists.
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
My soul burned.
"We have to do it ."
"I suggest we go back to the book, maybe there are some clues in it , we really need Allies."
Because now… this wasn't just about The red moon pack , it was about the whole werewolf realm.
It wasn't about the strongest pack .
It wasn't about the best Alpha .
This was war.
And we were already losing.