Page 11 of Saved By the Moonlight (Spicy Teatime Shorts)

Chapter 11

Jackson

W hen we arrive at the Brighton River Pack territory, Asher takes a team of men with him to the other side of the lands, closer to the witch’s cottage. Once I alert him through a text that we are entering on the other side, he is going to make his move. We leave our clothes and phones on the outskirts of the woods to come back and retrieve later.

We transform into our wolf forms, ready to fight our way to Ryker. The Alpha is the one who continues to push us towards war, so he is our priority to remove from power. I send commands through our pack bond, and we charge forward.

As the moon hangs low in the ink-black sky, our pack surges through the woods, a thunderous wave of fur and fangs. Teeth bared, muscles rippling, we tear through the desolate battlefield, eager for the slash of claws and the scent of blood.

The ground rumbles beneath our paws, echoing the pounding of our hearts. The air crackles with anticipation, each breath fueling our relentless charge. Shadows dance around us, and the trees bend mercilessly in the wind. We can smell their fear.

The night becomes our domain, our battleground, as we sprint towards the heart of the enemy’s ranks. Only attacking the members that attack us, we don’t touch women or children. We’ve caught our enemies off guard. Their feeble attempts to stop our advance are futile as we fight them one by one. Blood sprays through the air, a macabre symphony of crimson. The clash of teeth and claws reverberate through the air, each strike a testament to our unyielding resolve. We fight with the ferocity of a hurricane, tearing through the enemy lines with merciless precision.

When we come upon Ryker, he charges towards me. “I’m gong to kill you for this, Jackson, and take your pack for my own. Your new Luna will become mine to fuck and torture just for sport.”

That’s all he needs to say to send me into a frenzy. My mind only sees red, and my rage consumes me. Charging forward, I grab Ryker by the throat and sink my teeth in, and I am immediately rewarded with the copper taste of blood.

With a primal growl, I unleash a torrent of fury upon Ryker, my claws raining down on him, ripping his flesh with each swipe. The taste of blood fuels my hunger for vengeance, and I refuse to let go of his throat, clenching my jaw tighter, relishing in his desperate gasps for air. The world around us blurs into a chaotic whirlwind as I unleash the beast within, my eyes burning with an unholy fire.

Soon, his body goes limp. I stand tall, proud in the knowledge that I have defeated Ryker, the Alpha of the Brighton River Pack. All of his pack members that are left stop in their tracks and bow in recognition of their conquering Alpha.

The innocents start to come out of their homes and hiding places now that the battle is over. Addressing them, I explain, “I don’t intend to keep your land. Ryker kept pushing to take what didn’t belong to him. All we want is to keep our land and pack members safe. Your responsibility now is to pick an Alpha to lead, and we will leave you in peace. The only thing I demand is that your witch is now ours to keep.” I glance over and see Asher standing off to the side with the witch tied in rope, holding her close to him. “I hope that in the future our packs can be peaceful, maybe even become allies.”

With that, we leave the Brighton River Pack to rebuild their pack hierarchy. We have what we came for.