The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

This had to be the worst decision of her life. She ran off, dodging another stroke of the Princess. Why was Walt not howling for help?

She picked up a stick and threw at the princess, but she missed. She threw a stone and it bruised the Princess, but healed immediately.

Lydia stood transfixed for a moment before running from her again. Was she a demon? Even werewolves don’t heal that fast.

“Stop wasting my time, stand still so I’d kill you” Lena barked. Lydia scoffed, she wouldn’t dare listen to that.

But then a low growl erupted behind her. Lena froze gritting her teeth in disappointment. Lydia glared at Walt, where had he been?

Her eyes softened when she saw the hole at his sides, and it wasn’t healing. She turned at the silver in Lena’s hands. This bitch had to taste it.

Walt crawled in front of Lydia, barring her from Lena.

“Awww, protecting your Luna? Is she your mate? Well, I’m sorry, sir, I have to take you with me. It’d be fun” Lena pointed her sword at Walt.

Lydia could fit her fist inside of the hole. The blood pouring out was too much. She stood up from her crouching position, staring at Lena.

Walt’s eyes glowed red and he looked up in confusion, “I dare you to touch him” he heard his mate roar.

Lena smirked, “Dare accepted, lady” she advanced towards her and Walt shrinked away from her sword.

Gathering courage and emitting an unknown aura, Lydia threaded upon the grasses towards the Princess, “Stand down now!”.

The Princess stopped moving, her knees cowering under Lydia’s aura. She didn’t know why but she tried to resist it and failed.

Lydia pushed her down. Lena fell, confused, she saw Walt’s eyes glowing and understood. She swerved her sword at him.

But Lydia caught it with one hand and pointed it at her, “You were warned!”, Lena sighed, the brat was drawing her mate’s aura.

“What will you do to me now? All injuries heal on me?” Lena chuckled.

Lydia shook her head, “Let’s see how this heals” she raised the sword, despite it’s weight, and swung at the head of the Princess.

Lena tried to dodge but her attempting running only gave the sword a better chance at her weak point.

Her head came rolling down to Lydia. Disgusted she kicked it towards Walt, “There, I got revenge for you”. She swirled the sword around.

Walt was crouching on the floor. A pool of blood had already encircled him. He made small whimpers.

Lydia sat besides him and tried to help him walk but he fell back. His red eyes died back to black. And his breathing slowed down.

Panicking she ran to call Margaret and any other Blue Moon warrior she would find.

(At Craitan)

Timothy ran back to his leader and nodded at him, “Yes, only four soldiers at the entrance. None inside, people are moving freely”.

The lady smirked, “I told you, Tim. They had a bad battle strategy. No one to protect their people” she went back to her team of archers.

Timothy left to the spearmen team and repeated his findings, the spearman leader also had a knowing smile when he thanked him.

Timothy didn’t get it, how could such a big kingdom have a terrible battle strategy. He pitied the people that’d be butchered.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you really not taking them as hostages, the people of Craitan?” he asked his leader as he joined the line.

She frowned, “Never. We would only select amongst their slaves who aren’t part of them. All those idol worshipping people would die”.

Timothy gulped down saliva as she ordered for them to set out. They were behind the spearmen team. Their leader halted them abruptly.

“Lord Gaston of Craitan! He passes!” a spearman had shouted. The archer leader pushed Timothy to the front, “Kill him”.

Ever so readily, Timothy put his silver arrow in his bow, he checked his line of sight, following the galloping horse steadily.

He left it go, it swirled into the man’s head, his body fell to the ground. The horse neighed in fear but tried to drag the man with her.

The soldiers at the entrance saw the incident and ran inside the kingdom, ordering for the kingdom to be closed.

“Charge!” the spearmen leader roared and his men ran, aiming to get into the gates. Timothy looked at his kill, proudly.

“That horse, she’s fine and loyal. That’s prize for your first kill as my archer” his leader patted him, “Archers, march in, strike with caution”.

The archery team soon joined the spearmen in the massacre. Timothy shot at everything his eye laid upon.

Women, children, animal. There was nothing like salvation. Just as Craitan had done to his Uncle Scarface and Aunt Xena’s village.

At Galdrish, Craitan had taken children, raped women, killed animals and burned villages. Today was revenge. Today was retribution.

Timothy saw a female spearmen stabbing at a Craitan merchant with her dagger. He rushed and pulled her off his dead body.

“Leave me alone. This twerp, he raped my mother. He’s a former soldier. I remember. He raped my mother” she cursed, continuously.

Timothy wanted to speak with her but his archery leader pulled him away, “Let her pour anger. Go with the rest to the prison houses”.

She handed him his silver arrow and smiled, he smiled back before marching with the rest of his team into the dark prison house.

It was dull, smelly and had animals living in it. Yet it was at the heart of the city. These people really lived like animals.

The archery team began breaking open cages used to capture slaves. Craitan citizens found were shot down. It was bloody.

“Timothy! Um… come please… I don’t understand her…” an archer had called to Timothy.

Timothy hurriedly stabbed the man he was with his silver arrow and watched his soul leave his body. Just as they did to his Uncle.

With a proud smirk, he walked into the cage where he was called upon, “Who’s she?”. He eyed the woman whose hair covered her face.

“I don’t understand her” the archer repeated, “So I don’t know if she’s Craitan. Also, her chains are strong. She must be powerful?”.

Timothy dimmed his eyes. Those chains were strong for a weak looking woman. He won’t dare unlock them till he knew who she was.

He held his silver arrow in his right hand and raised her hair with his left hand. The woman’s eyes were reddish, Timothy froze, he knew her.

She looked up slowly at him and said some strange words, “έρχεται μια μέρα εκδίκησης για σένα, Κραϊτάν. ανταπόδοση και εκδίκηση”.

Timothy’s eyes widened. He jumped away from the woman, “She is cursing Craitan. That a day of revenge is coming for them”.

The others looked at Timothy in perplexity, “I guess we shouldn’t hurt her then. What language is that? Who exactly is she?”.

Timothy, shook his head. It couldn’t be but if it was, then it’s good news.

The leader of the archery team, who’d been standing behind them yelled, “Fall to your knees now and bow”. Her team looked confused.

Timothy immediately did as he was told, “People, you’re looking at the legend of our team, Xena, warrior of Greece, wife of Scarface”.

All knees fell immediately to the ground.