Everything hit at once.
The sound of boots slamming against the floor. Metal clashing. Voices shouting over each other. The sharp scent of blood rising into the air before I even saw where it came from.
They didn't slow down when they saw us.
They didn't hesitate.
They came straight in.
And this time it wasn't just a few of them.
It was too many.
I pushed myself up from the ground, my chest still burning from where that thing had held my throat, my breathing uneven, my vision still not fully steady. My legs almost gave out under me, but I forced them to hold.
There was no time to recover.
There was no time for anything.
"They're not here for a fight," I said, my voice tight as I took in the way they moved.
They weren't spreading out.
They weren't careful.
They were closing in.
Fast.
"They're here to finish it."
"Yes," he said.
Just like that.
Like it was expected.
Like it was already decided.
I turned toward him sharply. "You say that like you're not surprised."
"I'm not."
That should not have been reassuring.
It wasn't.
Before I could ask anything else, one of them lunged forward, aiming straight for me.
I saw it.
This time, I moved before he did.
I stepped to the side, grabbing the attacker's arm and twisting hard the way I had seen before. It wasn't perfect, not clean, but it was enough to throw him off balance.
He recovered fast.
Too fast.
His hand shot out, grabbing my shoulder and slamming me back into the wall.
Pain exploded through my back.
Sharp.
Immediate.
I sucked in a breath, my vision flashing for a second.
"You're not as strong as they said," he muttered, tightening his grip.
That was the wrong thing to say.
Something in me snapped.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Something deeper.
Angrier.
The energy surged again, faster this time, like it didn't need time to build anymore. It reacted the second something threatened me.
The force burst out, ripping through his grip and sending him crashing into the others hard enough to knock two more off their feet.
I stumbled forward, catching myself against the wall, my breath uneven, my body shaking.
"That's getting stronger," I said under my breath.
"Yes," he replied.
Too calm.
Too aware.
Like he had been waiting for this.
That thought unsettled me more than anything else happening around us.
Another attacker came at me.
I didn't freeze.
Didn't hesitate.
I moved.
Lower this time.
Faster.
I ducked the first strike and drove my elbow into his side as hard as I could.
He grunted.
Didn't go down.
Of course he didn't.
He swung again.
I barely blocked it, the impact sending a sharp jolt through my arm.
I wasn't trained for this.
Not like them.
Not like him.
I was surviving.
That was it.
He stepped in again, closer this time, trying to overpower me.
Before he could finish the movement, something hit him from the side.
Hard.
Fast.
Final.
The Alpha.
He didn't even look at me as he finished the attacker in one clean motion.
But his presence shifted closer.
Like he was making sure I was still there.
Still standing.
"Stay behind me," he said.
"I can fight," I shot back.
"I know."
"Then stop treating me like I can't."
"That's not what I'm doing."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Keeping you alive."
That shut me up.
Because I couldn't argue with that.
Because he wasn't wrong.
More of them closed in.
From the front.
From the sides.
From behind.
There was no space left.
No way out.
They surrounded us completely.
My chest tightened as I turned slowly, taking it all in.
"This isn't a fight," I said quietly. "This is a trap."
"Yes."
Again.
Just like that.
"You knew this was coming."
"Yes."
I turned toward him sharply. "And you didn't think to tell me?"
"I thought you would run."
That hit harder than anything else.
"You think I would have left you?"
The words came out before I could stop them.
Before I could think about them.
His eyes flicked to mine.
Just for a second.
But something in them changed.
Not much.
Just enough.
"You should have," he said.
That hurt.
More than it should have.
Before I could respond, they moved again.
All at once.
No warning.
No signal.
Just action.
The first wave hit hard.
Too many directions.
Too fast.
He moved through them like before, but this time it wasn't clean. It wasn't controlled. It was force against numbers.
And numbers were starting to matter.
One slipped through.
Then another.
One grabbed my arm, pulling me back hard.
I twisted, driving my heel down onto his foot, then slamming my head back into his face.
He loosened his grip.
Not enough.
Another hand caught me from the other side.
Stronger.
Rougher.
"Got her," someone said.
Panic surged.
Real this time.
Sharp.
Immediate.
"Let me go!"
I fought harder, twisting, kicking, trying to break free, but they held on.
Too many hands.
Too tight.
"Hold her!" another voice shouted.
Something inside me reacted instantly.
That same energy.
But this time it wasn't just building.
It was angry.
It surged through me, violent and wild, like it didn't care what it hit anymore.
"No," I gasped.
But it didn't listen.
It exploded.
The force tore through everyone holding me, sending them flying back in different directions, slamming into walls, into each other, into the ground.
The impact echoed through the space.
Loud.
Violent.
Final.
I dropped to one knee, my body shaking harder now, my breathing completely out of control.
"That's not normal," I said.
"No," he replied.
I looked up at him.
He was already watching me.
Not surprised.
Not confused.
Focused.
"You need to control it," he said.
"I don't know how!"
"Then learn."
"That's not helpful!"
Another wave came in.
No pause.
No break.
They didn't care what I had just done.
They kept coming.
Relentless.
He moved again, faster this time, more aggressive, pushing them back, creating space, but it didn't last.
Nothing lasted.
They kept closing in.
Again.
Again.
Again.
"We can't keep this up," I said, my voice tightening.
"We don't have to."
That caught my attention.
"What does that mean?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he grabbed my arm again and pulled me closer.
This time, I didn't pull away.
Because of the way he looked at me.
Serious.
Focused.
Like he had already made a decision.
"Stay with me," he said.
Something about that felt different.
Not an order.
Not a command.
Something else.
Something heavier.
Before I could respond, someone rushed us from behind.
He turned instantly, blocking the strike, but the force pushed both of us forward slightly.
Too close.
No space.
My back hit his chest for a split second.
The contact sent something sharp through me.
Not pain.
Something else.
Something I didn't understand.
I pulled away quickly.
But the feeling didn't go away.
"Focus," he said.
"I am!"
"Then stay alive."
"That's what I'm trying to do!"
Another attacker came from the side.
I moved first this time.
Not him.
Me.
I stepped in, grabbed his arm, twisted hard, then drove my knee up into his stomach.
He folded slightly.
Not enough.
Never enough.
I followed through, pushing him back, creating just enough space to breathe.
"That's it," he said.
I glanced at him. "Now you're coaching me?"
"If it keeps you alive, yes."
I almost laughed.
Almost.
But there was no time.
There was never time.
More of them.
Always more.
"This doesn't end, does it?" I said.
"No."
"Great."
Before anything else could happen, the ground shook.
Not from fighting.
Not from impact.
Something deeper.
He felt it too.
I saw it in the way he went still.
Just for a second.
Then—
That sound again.
That same low, heavy, unnatural sound.
My stomach dropped instantly.
"No," I whispered.
It was back.
Not the same one.
Something worse.
The attackers hesitated.
Just for a second.
And that was all it took.
The air shifted.
Sharp.
Cold.
Wrong.
Something was coming again.
And this time
it didn't feel like it was just after me
it felt like it was coming for everything
and everyone
including him.
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End
The ground cracked beneath us.
Not from the fight.
From something rising.
And just before it broke through
he grabbed me tighter
pulled me closer
and said one thing
low
sharp
real
"If you break, I break."