The numbers of survival were decreasing drastically. With each slave the Were-Lycans prey on, their energy level multiplied. Elara was confused and weak, seeing the torn bodies of those she ought to protect lying on the ground.
No pain was more hurtful than to see the people you should protect dying because of you.
"Save us, Princess." One of the slaves said as he came holding Elara's hand.
Similarly, the few survivors left turned hopeful eyes to Elara, looking at her as their last hope. The Lycans had almost cleared them out while they couldn't rely on their strength anymore.
Elara felt so useless, powerless, and hopeless. As they all gathered behind her, the rest of the pack started hailing,
"Save them, little Princess!
"Save them if you can!!"
Their uproars were sounding more challenging to her and also bore a weight of mockery. She couldn't bear it but what could she do when she was so certain that she was a powerless one who couldn't stand for herself let alone her Pack?
As their uprise resonated, Elara was very certain Lyas could surge out anytime and if she did, those Lycans might kill her.
Her hope was lost completely. For several minutes, she was under the pack's uprise and the cry of the slaves. The sounds were hitting her to the deepest part of her bone marrow, beyond what she could constrain.
Even if Lyas comes out and dies, she would be better off to die as a heroine than a coward...who couldn't even take a step to save her pack.
The wave of the uprise from the Pack joined forces with the pleas and cries of the slaves, reaching the deepest core of Elara's soul. Lyas couldn't stay within her anymore and Elara could no longer constrain her.
Like a shooting bullet, Lyas surged out of her body. Her eyes glowed with anger and flicked like blazing flames.
Her sudden presence shocked everyone. A wave of grievous anger reflected in her aura.
In fear, those Lycans withdrew back. Lyas was at the front while others hid behind. Elara, with determination and perseverance, stood beside her wolf.
The air accommodated their dreadful aura, reaching everyone on the field.
Elara, overwhelmed by an unknown strength, her eyes shot closed. Right on her spot, the teaching of her master began to reoccur in her mind. —How to fight while blindfolded. How to analyze the different elements in the air. How she could deal with different being and their weak point.
An uprise air was circling up around her.
Meanwhile, the Were-Lycans assumed her action to be a challenging fight. On their withdrawn step, they launched an attack, however, a misty storm brimmed them followed by it was the mighty howl of Lyas, showering authority and proclaiming surrender from everyone.
It was as though an Alpha wolf sired his pack, the howl sired the Lycans. Instantly, their Were-form started shifting until they attained their Lycan's form.
Groaning quietly till they calmed like puppets at the sight of food.
Up on the stage, the Kings were unconsciously standing on their feet. The field brimmed with silence. No chirpers nor the effect of breathing was heard.
Alpha Vesper was in utter awe at the scenery he witnessed. His face clasped as the authority reached him and his attention was drawn solely to Lyas, wondering where a she-wolf got an Alpha authority.
Meanwhile, it was the first time Lyas poured out her Alpha's authority. It was as though she had been pushed to the wall and retaliation was the only way to go around the issue.
Even Elara was thunderstruck, least of what she expected to happen under the full moon.
The rumor about her has now been affirmed to the pack.
"The Lycans would take you all to safety, climb on them and leave." Elara's scream sent the slaves out of their daze.
Gathering themselves together, they obey her. Freya, on the other hand, insisted.
"I refuse to leave you, my Lady!"
"Shut it, Freya… you are killing me!!" Elara squealed, her eyes were still flaming, and so did Lyas.
Without dragging any further words with Freya, Elara knocked her out by her neck and pulled her on the Lycan. They left the Arena leaving Elara and her wolf.
By the time the Pack realized the whole scenery, The slaves were long gone from the Arena and Lyas had surged back inside Elara.
Alpha Vesper witnessed the little girl sire the entire pack in one howl and save the slaves. He threw his back on the throne identifying them.
"She is a gem! A rare one!" He whispered.
The Pack was under Elara's sire bond until her flaming eyes calmed. As Lyas surged back inside her, Elara was drained out. So weak that her legs couldn't support her to stand.
She hasn't witnessed this side of Lyas before not even when her parents were killed.
Her loud thud on the floor slapped the Pack out of their daze.
"What just happened?" King Gathrick asked Eldric who wrinkled his head down, speechless.
"Who is she?" Alpha Vesper asked, still staring at the girl who was now lying lifelessly at the center of the Arena.
"She was the only daughter of Alpha Dravan." King Gathric responded, mortified as he bowed to Alpha Vasper.
"I see." Alpha vasper nodded as though recalling who Alpha Dravan was, then, a surprising smirk let out of his lips, "You enslaved an Alpha's daughter?" His rocky voice hushed out a questioning tone.
Instantly, all the kings surrendered, bowing to him at once while King Gathrick explained. "Not how you think, Your Majesty. He was guilty of treason and dethroned. The child ought to be exiled but the kingdom showed mercy on her and have her as a slave."
"Oh!" Alpha Vesper reasoned with pity as he recalled the rule guiding the Kingdoms about exiled wolves.
Exiled wolves would be banished with a spell to live on an abandoned mountain where they wouldn't have access to food, shelter, and any companions for the rest of their lives.
'Life of a slave still better of.' He whispered to himself and hushed a dried voice out at King Gathric
"Prepare me a room, once she woke up, bring her to me!"