"The fillers conclude at this point. If you happened to skip the preceding two chapters, there's no need to be concerned. They primarily consisted of Ella's reminiscences of her time with Jason and their moments of intimacy."
My mind had been wandering through memories of Jason and the events of the peace talk when a sudden noise jolted me from my reverie. It came from the direction of the makeshift grave we had prepared for Jason, located near the destroyed cottage by Team 2 on the outskirts of our Peace Talk Event camp. It was a serene place, nestled in the heart of the forest, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the songs of birds filled the air.
My attention was quickly drawn away from my thoughts as something whizzed past me and became lodged in the muddy ground. It was a TomTom. Someone had taken a shot at me.
In an instant, I was on my feet, my senses heightened. I knew I was not alone; unseen creatures surrounded me. I was able to hear their movements from behind the bushes and trees. I tried to transform myself into my werewolf form. But, in that critical moment, But I couldn't because of the Rage Mode and the trauma I had experienced during the peace talk had left me unable to access my transformation until I get out of my trauma.
As I huddled amidst the foliage, straining to hear any movement or sound, I understood that I was in a perilous situation. The hidden figures lurking in the shadows seemed to be closing in, and I had to rely on my instincts and any remaining strength to face whatever threat lay ahead.
Without warning, I sprung into action, narrowly avoiding a punch that came hurtling towards me from behind. My heart raced as I acknowledged the peril I had just escaped.
"Oh, that was too close for comfort!" I muttered to myself, relief coursing through me. "Thank goodness some of my senses are still intact."
As I regained my composure, my eyes locked onto the menacing figure before me – a Rogue Werewolf from Rareez.
"So, you lot are here for yet another confrontation, you treacherous traitors bastards," I spat out, my anger simmering beneath the surface.
The Rogue Werewolf scoffed, his laughter dripping with scorn. "HAHAHA, Ella, how pitiful you sound. The one who's currently branded a traitor is none other than you. And let's not forget, you can't even transform into a werewolf now."
Shock washed over me as his words registered. "How do you know that?" I asked, my voice quivering with disbelief.
"Everyone knows that you enabled Rage Mode recently, Ella Juliana," the Rogue Werewolf replied with a cruel smirk, his words laced with venom. "Or should I say, the prostitute of Galliard?"
"Galliard?..." I mused aloud, my brow furrowing in deep thought. "I've heard that name somewhere before."
The Rogue Werewolf took a step closer, his tone laced with a warning. "Come with us, Ella. We don't want to harm you. Galliard wouldn't take kindly to any harm coming your way. He desires you, untouched."
My confusion deepened as I struggled to comprehend their intentions. "What do you mean by that? What does Galliard want from me?" I questioned, trying to recall where I had encountered that name.
"Galliard has heard a great deal about you," the Rogue Werewolf explained with a sinister smile. "You're Sigma's prized soldier, aren't you? He wants you to join his ranks, to serve him in a special capacity. He's also infatuated with your beauty and body so he wants you to be his sex slave too. Accept his proposition, and you'll live a life of luxury fit like a queen. Refuse, and we'll have to resort to force."
My anger flared at the audacity of Galliard's desires. "How dare that motherfucker think of me in such a degrading manner!" I retorted, my voice dripping with anger and contempt.
"Watch your tongue, you bitch! How dare you speak about Galliard in such a disrespectful manner?" the enraged Rogue Werewolf from Rareez spat out venomously. With a swift and aggressive leap, he lunged towards me, his intent clear: to capture me.
Drawing upon my martial arts skills and instinct for self-preservation, I effortlessly dodged his attack, narrowly avoiding his outstretched claws.
As I surveyed the situation, I counted a total of 15 Rogue Werewolves from Rareez in the vicinity. They were imposing figures, standing between 6'3 to 6'7 in height, while I, in my human form, measured a modest 5'7.
Realization dawned upon me, and a sense of urgency gripped my thoughts. "I may not stand a chance against them in my human form," I acknowledged inwardly. "But they're not invincible. Perhaps I can inflict some damage and make a run for it, or maybe I can seek help from the camp if any humans are still there. However, the camp is quite a distance away. It appears that this could be the end of the line for me."
But I couldn't let despair take hold. The memory of Jason's unwavering love and the life he had given me served as a powerful motivator. Determination burned within me as I muttered to myself, "I won't give up, not after all I've been through. I will fight until the very end."
Amidst the tense forest, the Rogue Werewolves from Rareez, fueled by anger and determination, encircled me, ready for their assault. One by one, they came at me, each hoping to overpower me.
The first attacker lunged swiftly, teeth bared and claws extended. I sidestepped his attack, narrowly dodging his lunging form. In one swift motion, I seized the Lupinium-coated TomTom that had nearly taken my life earlier.
With a quick spin, I flung the deadly weapon towards the closest Rogue Werewolf. The sharp-edged projectile struck its target, causing him to cry out in pain as he clutched his wounded side.
However, there was no time to revel in this small victory. The remaining werewolves closed in with renewed determination. Their attacks came at me rapidly, attempting to overpower me through sheer force.
I continued to evade their blows, relying on my martial arts skills and agility. I struck back when the chance presented itself, targeting weak points. While I managed to land some hits and evade capture for a time, the odds were gradually shifting against me.
Despite my best efforts, they closed in, and one of the Rogue Werewolves scratched my arm, causing a sharp, searing pain. As they grappled with me, my strength waned, and it became clear that my adversaries were overwhelming me.
In the end, despite my determination and resilience, their sheer numbers prevailed. With triumphant snarls echoing through the forest, I found myself overpowered and outnumbered and they caught me.
My world had turned into a nightmare as the Rogue Werewolves continued to mock and humiliate me. One of the werewolves, emboldened by their impending victory, came dangerously close. He reached out, grabbing me roughly by my neck, and with a single, powerful motion, tore my shirt into two with his claws, leaving me exposed before their malevolent eyes. My heart raced, and a shiver of vulnerability coursed through me as humiliation washed over my battered form. Because i was naked infront of their eyes with only my bikini offering minimal cover to my big boobs.
"Oh, damn! Look at that, guys. She's got some big jugs!" one of the Rogue Werewolves sneered, his voice dripping with crude mockery. Laughter erupted among the group.
"Galliard is going to be one lucky because of his hybrid nature. He can have that prostitute as many times as he wants, hahaha!" another Rogue Werewolf chimed in, further fueling the derisive laughter at my expense.
'Galliard? Hybrid?' I muttered to myself.
Then, the one who had been holding me up attempted to remove my bra, but I managed to squirm slightly, just enough to aim a defiant response. I spat in his face, a small act of defiance that only seemed to stoke their anger.
"How dare you spit on my face, bitch!" the enraged Rogue Werewolf snarled, his fury mounting. His hand shot up, poised to strike me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impending pain, determined to endure whatever came next. However, before his blow could land, an arrow pierced through the air, finding its mark in that Rogue Werewolf's hand.
He howled in agony, releasing me immediately, his pain drowning out the earlier taunts.
"AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHO'S THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!" he screamed in agony, clutching his injured hand.
Stunned by the sudden turn of events, I lay there on the ground, naked except for my bikini, my body trembling with shock and relief. But my savior remained a mystery until I saw Mason leaping down from a nearby tree.
"Everyone, cover Miss Ella!" Mason's voice rang out, and he quickly took charge, rallying the hunters to protect me.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Mason, whispering his name in gratitude, "Mason..."
Hope surged within me as two hunters quickly moved to shield me from the Rogue Werewolves. Their presence was a welcome relief, and for a moment, I felt a glimmer of safety. But as I surveyed the area, panic gnawed at me when I realized that it was just the two hunters and Mason who had come to my aid.
"YOU MOTHERRRFUCKERRRRRRR HOW DARE YOU HIT MEEEEE. KILLL THAT SHIT HUMANNNN!" The wounded rogue werewolf, who had been holding me moments ago, shouted in anger, rallying the others. In an instant, the remaining 14 rogue werewolves converged, surrounding Mason, the two hunters, and me.
Desperation welled up inside me as I looked at Mason, my voice filled with concern. "Mason! You're only three against the 15 You can't fight them," I warned, my injuries making it difficult for me to stand my ground.
Mason's response was resolute, his eyes unwavering as he said, "Yes, I'm aware of that."
I couldn't help but protest, fearing for their safety. "So why are you doing this for me? Run!" I urged Mason, not wanting him to face danger on my account.
"First of all, you're my late friend's girlfriend. You hold a lot of respect in my eyes," Mason replied with unwavering determination. "And secondly, we are not alone."
Confusion clouded my mind as I questioned his cryptic words. "Not alone?" I whispered, uncertain of his meaning. Suddenly, all the rogue werewolves sprang into action, lunging at us with menacing intent.
"MASONNNN! LOOOOOOK!" I shouted in alarm, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched a rogue werewolf closing in on Mason. He moved with such speed that Mason struggled to identify the impending attack. In that fleeting moment, it felt as if Mason's life hung in the balance, and my heart clenched with dread.
In that heart-stopping moment when it seemed like Mason was about to face a deadly blow from the rogue werewolf, a sudden, unexpected savior appeared. Another werewolf, with incredible speed and precision, struck the rogue with a powerful knee to his face.
The impact was so devastating that it sent the rogue werewolf hurtling through the air, his body careening nearly ten meters away. In his violent path of destruction, he plowed through anything in his way, be it trees or stones, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake.
The chaotic scene came to a sudden halt as the rogue werewolves, initially charging toward the hunters, were brought to a standstill by the astonishing blow they had just witnessed. Mason, trembling with a mix of fear and anger, began shouting at the werewolf who had saved him.
"You're late, stupid! I was about to die!! I was trying to be cool in front of Miss Ella, and I..." Mason's words tumbled out, a jumble of frustration and relief.
But the werewolf, who seemed unfazed by Mason's outburst, paid him no heed. His gaze was locked on me, and a sense of recognition washed over him.
"Oh my God! Are we late? Oh no, no, no," the werewolf muttered to himself, his eyes never leaving me.
"Glad to see you here, Edward," I said with a mix of gratitude and relief as. He is a member of Team 1 my former Team.
Edward's attention shifted to my disheveled state, and he transformed back into his human form. He gently cradled my head between his thighs, helping me sit up, and his eyes welled with emotion.
"Look at you, Ella. Oh my God!" Edward exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern.
His eyes traveled down to my lack of clothing, and he inquired, "Where are your clothes?"
"They ripped them and tried to sexualize me," I replied, a shiver of revulsion running down my spine at the memory.
A single tear escaped Edward's eye, and he quickly wiped it away. He gently lowered my head and removed his shirt, offering it to me. With a determined resolve, he transformed back into his werewolf form with the 3rd stage known as Elite mode with yellow eyes.
"And now I will tear their hearts into two," Edward declared, his eyes burning with a fierce determination to exact revenge for the humiliation I had endured.
A palpable fear rippled through the rogue werewolves as they watched Edward shift into Elite mode. Slowly, they began to inch backward, their faces contorted with dread and uncertainty. One of the rogue werewolves, the same one who had been hit by the arrow, couldn't contain his frustration.
"Why are you going backward, bastards? We are fifteen, and he's only one!" he shouted, trying to bolster their dwindling courage.
But their bravado quickly crumbled when Edward unleashed the full extent of his mode. In an astonishing display of speed, he closed the distance to a rogue werewolf who stood 20 meters away, seemingly in an instant. His movements were so swift that they were nearly imperceptible to the human eye. With breathtaking efficiency, he tore out the heart of the unfortunate rogue werewolf.
The rogue who had been shouting moments ago now trembled with fear, his bravado replaced by sheer terror. He turned to flee in the opposite direction, desperate to escape the impending doom. However, his panicked flight led him straight into the path of Hunter Greywolf, a towering figure standing at 7'8" and a pure-blooded werewolf from Rareez. Despite his lineage, Hunter was one of the good werewolves, a trusted member of Team 1.
The rogue, at a mere 6'5" in comparison, appeared minuscule beside the formidable Hunter.
'Who told you that he is alone?', Hunter said and with a swift and precise motion, Hunter thrust the arrow that had struck that rogue earlier beneath the rogue's neck, effectively cutting off his air supply.
The rogue werewolf's struggle for breath was futile, and in moments, he gasped his last words through choking gasps. "Bukhkht you'rekh kh khkhkh pure-blooded khkh too khkh why?"
As life ebbed from him, he fell silent, succumbing to his fate.
"Hunter!!!" I cried out, a surge of joy and relief washing over me. It was a moment of triumph and retribution, and my heart swelled with gratitude not because they came to my rescue but because i was watching my friends after 6+ months
My heart raced as I heard a voice behind me, coming from my left. Startled, I turned to find Luna Silver, another member of Team 1, standing there.
"Are you okay?" Luna asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke.
A mixture of relief and annoyance washed over me as I replied, "You've scared me, Luna!"
Luna couldn't help but chuckle at my reaction. "HAHAHA, and I'm grateful for that," she replied playfully.
I decided to playfully punch Luna on the head in response. However, the injuries I had sustained earlier caused a sharp throb of pain in my hand, and both of us let out simultaneous "Ouch!"s.
Luna laughed again, saying, "Hahaha, Ella, you're still the same."
I rolled my eyes and turned my face away in mock annoyance. Luna then handed me an accelerated healing serum, saying, "Take that; you'll be fine in an hour."
As Luna transformed herself into her werewolf form with Elite mode and joined the ongoing battle, I couldn't help but think, "So only these three came to rescue me?" But my surprise didn't end there. Suddenly, a voice echoed from above, coming from the sky. It was Logan, another pure-blooded werewolf and Hunter's best friend, along with Deesa and Emily. All three of them were in their Elite forms with their yellow eyes, prepared for battle and are the members of my former team, Team 1.
Shocked yet relieved to see my Team 1 comrades reunited, I injected the healing serum into my body, feeling a soothing warmth as it began to take effect.
Now, Team 1 was complete, consisting of six werewolves in elite mode (Edward, Luna, Deesa, Emily, Hunter, and Logan). They surrounded the remaining 11 healthy and 2 wounded rogue werewolves who had already been injured by me during the earlier skirmish, ready to bring the battle to its conclusion
In the midst of the intense battle, Team 1, now united, moved swiftly and strategically. Edward, with his incredible speed and precision, lunged at the nearest group of rogue werewolves. As the rogue werewolves lunged at him with savage intent, he deftly dodged their attacks, their claws grazing nothing but air. In the blink of an eye, his movements were a blur, and he struck with deadly precision.
With supernatural speed, Edward closed the gap between himself and his adversaries in an instant. His first target never saw it coming—a powerful uppercut that shattered the rogue's jaw and sent him sprawling to the ground, gasping for air as blood poured from his mouth.
Without missing a beat, Edward pivoted, evading another attack. He grabbed a second rogue by the throat, his vice-like grip squeezing the life out of his foe. The rogue's frantic struggles were futile as Edward's fingers tightened, and with a sickening crunch, he ended his adversary's existence.
In the midst of this whirlwind of violence, Edward's focus remained unwavering. His heightened senses allowed him to anticipate each move his opponents made. A rogue werewolf attempted to flank him, but Edward was already one step ahead. He spun with fluidity, delivering a brutal roundhouse kick that sent the rogue hurtling into a tree. The impact shattered bones, and the rogue slumped to the ground, lifeless.
Two more rogues lunged at Edward simultaneously. With astonishing agility, he somersaulted over them, landing gracefully behind them. In one fluid motion, he snapped their necks, ending their lives in the span of a heartbeat.
The final rogue, realizing the dire situation, attempted to flee, but Edward's relentless pursuit was unyielding. He closed in, his powerful hand seizing the rogue's head, and with a swift, merciless twist, he brought an end to the battle.
In less than three seconds, Edward had dispatched all five rogue werewolves who had dared to challenge him. Their lifeless forms lay scattered across the forest floor, a testament to his unparalleled skill and speed. On the other hand in my shocked and injured state, I watched Emily gracefully leap into the battle. Her movements were a blur of speed and precision, and it felt like she was in multiple places at once. I focused on her every move as she engaged with the wounded rogue werewolves.
Emily honed in on the wounded rogues, her vivid yellow eyes locked onto her targets. She approached the first injured rogue, who was struggling to maintain his stance. In the blink of an eye, she delivered a precise blow to his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath but died.
Turning her attention to the second wounded rogue, Emily's delicate yet powerful hands moved with astonishing swiftness. She struck pressure points on his body, causing him to lose consciousness and slump to the forest floor and she tied his hands so they can take him with them for the interrogation.
It didn't ended there as Logan and Hunter descend from the sky. They joined the battle alongside with others, and I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope.
In my weakened state, I observed Logan's and Hunter's movements with rapt attention. Their arrival had tilted the odds in our favor, and I knew that they were formidable forces to be reckoned with. As Logan soared through the air in his elite werewolf form, and Hunter, with his towering presence, charged forward on the ground, they descended upon the remaining rogue werewolves like a well-coordinated team.
Logan's approach was both swift and calculated. With incredible agility, he dodged the attacks of the rogue werewolves, effortlessly weaving between them. His movements were a mesmerizing dance of speed and precision as he struck with a deadly efficiency.
Meanwhile, Hunter used his sheer size and strength to his advantage. His towering figure and muscular form intimidated the rogues, causing them to hesitate for a moment. In that brief opening, Hunter lunged at them, his powerful claws slashing through the air.
Together, Logan and Hunter dispatched four of the remaining rogue werewolves with a seamless combination of speed and brute force. Their strikes were precise and devastating, leaving no room for the rogues to counter or defend themselves.
I observed as Luna and Deesa prepared to confront the last two rogue werewolves, my heart pounding with anticipation. The air was thick with tension as the rogue werewolves realized they were cornered and outnumbered.
Luna, known for her agile and graceful movements, closed the distance between herself and one of the rogue werewolves in the blink of an eye. She moved with incredible speed, effortlessly dodging their desperate attacks. Luna's strikes were a blur, and within moments, she had incapacitated one of the rogue werewolves. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious but still breathing, in accordance with Emily's directive.
Deesa, on the other hand, focused her attention on the remaining rogue. She moved with calculated precision, her movements deliberate and efficient. The rogue werewolf tried to counter her every move, but Deesa's skill and experience were evident as she expertly avoided his attacks.
With a well-timed strike, Deesa incapacitated the last rogue werewolf. He crumpled to the ground, defeated and no longer a threat. The battle was finally over, and the rogue werewolves had been neutralized.
I wasn't able to hide my happiness that out of joy I shouted, 'Finally!! Team 1 is back'