Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,21

leaving the commander to gawk in surprise while his eyes doubled in size. He lowered his gaze to his gun and tried again, and again. Surely the third time had to be the charm at this point.

Or not.

"What the flying fuck?! SHOOT!"

The others acted on nervous impulse, beginning to pull their triggers, only for the guns to stall, just like their commander’s. I was actually impressed as I glanced at Saint, who smirked with pride.

"Sometimes I wonder if Jayce is a mechanical magician," he stated with a gleeful grin. "He would be perfect for the army."

"I agree," I calmly replied. "Neo? Want to wrap this up?"

The man in question came out of the shadows of the hallway, walking right into the room, which made all the soldiers look at him in shock.

"Sure," he replied and yawned. "I'm bored."

Never good for Neo to be bored.

"DIE!" the commander declared, supported by the battle cries of his followers as they dropped their guns and pulled out various backups like knives, daggers, and tasers.

It was all useless, but amusing to watch.

Neo didn't make it a step before they began dropping like flies - their eyes rolling back as they gasped and fought against the invisible chokehold that worked far faster than a physical hold. Blood already bled out of their eyes and noses, a few of them still attempting to fight against it as their bodies vibrated.

A few were pissing blood the next second, with two shitting themselves and whatever organs could protrude from their assholes.

The commander seemed to be the last one standing, witnessing everything with eyes of pure fear. Neo hadn't even broken a sweat, and by the time he stood before the commander, he was already on his knees, begging for mercy.

"Please....please, I beg of you. I-I-I know who's behind this!"

"We know already," Saint casually said with a sigh. "Don't waste our time."

"No! You don't know the real evil here."

"And who do you think is the real enemy here? Dubai? Germany? Russia? Soon you'll bring Canada into this."

"No, no!" The man shook his head, and I sighed.

"Neo, finish it."

I was already turning around when he screamed, "The Coven is involved!"

That made me pause, and it delayed Neo from killing him.

"What was that?" Saint requested. "Did you just say the witches are involved?"

"There's a witch! A very old witch. Jealous. She's fucking insane. She has eyes on a princess, one of power blessed by the Pink Moon!"

That got my attention. I went from turning around to in this man's face. He shrieked at my swiftness but didn't dare move as I crouched down nice and slow, and spun my handgun in my grasp.

"You're speaking a language I'm intrigued by,” I whispered venomously. "Continue."

"The witch was supposed to be of royal blood, a sister or something, but was forsaken by Mother Moon. She became a bitter woman, one who plots to kill the offspring born with forbidden magic," he explained. "The target is an heir! A female of immense power. This child isn't normal. She was born to bring uprising and a revolution that will claim the land of ancestral wealth! We're not talking billions or trillions. We're talking money that can rule the world and open the gates to universes never explored!"

This man would have sounded crazy to anyone else, but I knew from the feelings I was getting from Neo and Saint that they were deciphering his words just like I was.

"What benefit do they get from locating and killing this person?" Neo spoke.

"T-They say she's of royal heritage! A combination of two powerful Alphas. But that's not what makes her a threat to the Coven. It's the magic. Something to do with the magic that could ruin the balance in the realms of the supernatural! She has the power to control them! Power to destroy them. If she wishes for them to be extinct, it will happen! This evil woman wants that power in her possession. If she can't have it, she'll destroy it entirely and manipulate everyone to think she's a savior!"

"Who is this woman?" I got to the obvious question.

"I don't know! I swear on my pack's grave! She hides behind us weaklings, and can't ascend into power. She's unable to produce an heir, thus another was raised and took the throne. A misfit, they say. One who carries just as much power as the woman they wish to kill. Similar and yet different. She wishes for them to be enemies."

"Aurelia." Onyx's voice slipped into our wolf bond,