BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 155: ROAR!

Chapter 155: ROAR!

{"Let your courage roar louder than your fears"}

I could hear Rolan’s low growl, a sound that mixed with his quick, panicked breaths. He muttered under his breath, cursing as his claws extended, sinking into the stone as he hauled Dante up.

"Help him!" I snapped, the urgency of the moment clawing at my chest. But it was Rolan who was in control now. His eyes, those golden, terrified eyes, flashed at me, but his hands never stopped moving, pulling Dante’s limp body toward the exit.

"We need to get out!" Rolan snarled, voice rough with panic. "He’s losing too much blood, this thing, it’s draining him!"

I moved to help, but the mountain resisted. The walls seemed to press in tighter, and my magic, once so easy to command, flickered like a dying flame, unstable, caught in the thrall of something far darker than I could fight. Rolan’s strength didn’t falter, though. His arms flexed, muscles straining as he dragged Dante further, ignoring the way the cavern seemed to contract around us, like the mountain itself was pushing back, unwilling to let us escape.

The sound of Dante’s blood, slipping out of him, echoed in my mind. "You have to go," I said, my voice shaking as I finally closed the gap, reaching for Rolan’s shoulder, steadying myself. "Get him out of here. I’ll hold it off. I’ll stop it."

Rolan’s eyes were wild, filled with both anger and desperation. "No!" he roared. "We leave together, or neither of us leaves at all."

I could feel the evil creeping in, every breath a struggle, every pulse of magic a battle against something that wanted to consume us. But Rolan wasn’t giving up, not while there was breath in his lungs, not while Dante still clung to life in his arms. "Get him out," I whispered, my voice barely more than a growl.

And with a final, desperate yank, Rolan hauled Dante’s unconscious form toward the exit, each step a fight against the mountain itself. The sound of Dante’s blood still burned in my ears, the pull of that dark presence growing stronger with every passing second.

I turned slowly, eyes scanning the darkness behind me, feeling the weight of the mountain pressing against me like a living thing. The air felt charged, thick, as if the very stone was waiting to consume me. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare move. Its presence slithered into my mind first, a crawling sensation at the back of my thoughts, like the sharp scrape of claws on bone. It was drawn to me, my blood, my name, my soul. It remembered what I was. What I had been. What I could still become.

The stone beneath my feet trembled slightly, a vibration that rolled through the cave, echoing through the very marrow of my bones. And then, I heard it.

"Kayne..." The whisper came soft, wet, crawling through the air like an omen. "Kayne..."

I clenched my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing as if I could hold it off. But I couldn’t. I closed my eyes for a moment, just long enough to center myself. The Kayne Stone, tucked against my skin, pulsed, faint, cold, but a reminder of what I carried within. I could fight. I would fight. But this wasn’t going to be a battle of fists or magic. This was going to be a battle of will. Of survival. I could feel it crawling closer, its presence like a wave breaking over me, thick and suffocating. I forced my gaze to the tunnel’s mouth, and then the glow of the Kayne stone lit the tunnel from which the sound was coming.

The air shifted, no, ripped, as if the very fabric of the mountain had torn open. My instincts screamed at me to run, to move, to do something, but my feet stayed rooted. There was no escape now. No turning back. It was here. The shadows twisted around me as if they were no longer just shadows but eyes. Watching. Waiting. And then, I felt it. The presence. So thick I could taste it in my mouth, a metallic tang lingering on my tongue.

I turned slowly, and there it was. A figure. Tall. Cloaked. Red. But the cloak, it wasn’t like any cloak I’d ever seen. It billowed, twisting in a wind that didn’t exist, like it was alive, as if it was part of the creature itself. The fabric rippled, dark veins of shadow tracing across the edges, as if the red was bleeding into the air. But what caught me most, what tore my mind from reality, was what wasn’t there.

The face. It was hidden in a shadow. A mask of nothingness, like it had been erased, torn from existence itself. I could see the faintest impression of a face, but it shifted, constantly blurring, fading, like looking into a void. The scent hit me like a tidal wave thick, suffocating, bloody, and musky- like a predator’s den, like death and desire rolled into one. It curled into my lungs, sticky and sharp, stinging at my senses, making my pulse race in that way you can’t ignore. The kind of scent that said, you are prey. And it knows.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe despite the weight of it in my chest. Despite the blood. The figure tilted its head, the sound of its movement so quiet it was almost a breath. But I heard it, unmistakable, a scrape of something sharp against stone, like claws sliding through glass.

"Kayne..." The voice rasped from its throat, a jagged whisper that cut through the thick, suffocating air. It wasn’t a voice. It was more like a thought, a deep, unsettling scrape against my mind. You’ve come to die," the creature rasped again, the words wrapping around me like chains, tightening, pulling, suffocating. It wasn’t speaking to me. It was speaking to the blood in my veins. The Kayne that lurked beneath my skin.

I could feel it now. The pull. The lure of that cursed name. It had always been here, buried in my bones, feeding on the darkness, feeding on the hunger that was never sated. But this... this was something else.

Its hidden face twitched, just for a moment, as though it was smiling.

"I finally found you, You are mine."

I clenched my jaw, pushing back against the rising tide of power that clawed at my mind. I took a slow step forward, my blade gleaming, though my resolve was nothing more than a whisper against the storm. "I don’t belong to anyone," I growled.

I felt it first as a subtle tremor deep within my chest. It started slow, a ripple, a vibration, but it wasn’t the mountain quaking. No, this was something far older, far more alive. Kayne pushed forward, and the ancient beast that lay dormant in the deepest corners of my soul, the one who shared my blood, my bones, and the one mated to the Alpha Lycan Tor rose. The Kayne Stone at my chest pulsed in time with the rising tide of power. A sickly, deep thrum like a heartbeat mine, his, the mountain’s.

" Rise," I heard Kayne’s voice.

The walls of the cave seemed to bend. The air around me grew thick with heat and pressure, heavy, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath. Every inch of me buzzed, my skin crackling, the blood beneath my veins rising in violent bursts of power. The Kayne Stone flared brighter, casting sickly shadows across the cavern, and I heard Kayne’s roar inside me. Not just a voice. It was a primal, guttural sound, ancient and filled with violence. It ripped from my throat before I could stop it.

And then—

"RRRROOOOOAAARRRR!!!"

The ground shuddered. And the very rock beneath my feet split as the roar of Kayne tore through the mountain. I couldn’t contain it. I didn’t want to. The power surged outward, ripping through me in a wave, bursting from my chest like the blood of an ancient god. I felt the mountain itself flinch. The walls trembled, cracking, as though the stone was alive and afraid.

The evil thing that had been stalking us, the force that had filled this mountain with dread, stopped, and I could feel it, the presence that had haunted us, recoiling. It was retreating, pulling back into the shadows from which it came, feeling the weight of Kayne’s power and fearing it. My mind was a whirlwind of rage and instinct, Kayne’s essence surging through me, almost blinding me with its intensity. This was the power I had been born with, and I pushed another roar, ripped through the cavern, shaking the walls with such force that I could feel it in my very bones.

The evil withdrew like a beast retreating from a superior predator. I stood there, panting, my body heaving as the power subsided, but the echo of that roar still vibrated through the mountain, the air, and my very soul.

" You are no match for my power, " I snickered and then turned toward the exit, barely able to catch my breath, and never looked back.