BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 187: A STAND OFF

Chapter 187: A STAND OFF

{"In life, we’re defined by the choices we make."}

SPARKS POV

The moonlight filtered faintly through the open window when my wolf, Spark, stirred restlessly within me. A low growl echoed in my chest, and my eyes snapped open, my heart already pounding. Something was wrong, very wrong. The air tasted different, thick, tense, and too quiet. Spark, my Beta wolf, was pacing now, his voice urgent in my mind.

"Dangers nearby. Wake up"

I sat up, instantly alert, the warning making my skin prickle. I turned, shaking the Wave gently but firmly.

"Wave," I whispered, urgency in every syllable, "get up. Spark’s not calm. Something’s wrong with the pack that borders the beach."

Wave blinked the sleep from his eyes, but the second he saw my expression and heard the edge in my voice, he was up without question. We both shifted halfway, enhancing speed and strength without fully losing our human form, and took off into the night.

The cool night air cut against my face as we raced through the trees, every nerve on edge. Spark pushed hard, leading me like a live wire pulled tight with instinct. We didn’t need words, just the pounding of our feet and the synchronized pull of our bond.

And then we saw it.

We burst through the tree line and reached the cliff that overlooked the oceanfront—the beach border of the Bay Shifter territory. My breath caught in my throat.

The ocean glimmered like black glass... but it was moving. Wrong.

Figures were rising from the water, dozens of them, not hundreds of vampires, an entire army. Their eyes glowed with crimson fire, silent and chilling as they advanced from the waves like nightmares summoned by the tide.

And then—thud. The ground trembled. I turned to the beachfront, and there they were. The Rogourau beasts. Towering, horned, covered in dark armoured fur and glowing tribal marks. They had been stationed at the beachline as our guardians, our first line of defence. Now they were fully awake, rising from their slumber in the sand with snarls and guttural war cries that made the very air vibrate.

The Waves came to a halt beside me, eyes wide and voice low. "Spark was right."

I didn’t take my eyes off the approaching threat as I shifted fully, Spark emerging with a fury that shook the ground beneath my paws.

"He always is," I growled, already preparing to defend my home.

The air was still, too still, like the world itself was holding its breath. Wave stood beside me, both of us locked in place as the sea began to writhe. The surface shimmered and churned, and then, like phantoms called by moonlight, the vampires rose from the depths.

Dozens at first. Then hundreds. The water rippled outward in waves as pale bodies emerged, slick and silent, armoured in obsidian and silver. They moved as one, no splashing, no noise, no hesitation. Just precision. A perfect, terrifying line of the undead forming in the shallows, crimson eyes glowing like embers under the surface of the water.

Wave tensed beside me, his muscles tight, lips curled in a quiet snarl.

"They’re waiting," he muttered.

"No," I replied, narrowing my eyes. "They’re warning us. Taunting us."

Behind us, a guttural rumble echoed through the beachline as the Rogourau beasts stirred. Each of them stood like a monument of fury, horns raised, fangs bared, and claws twitching. Their tribal marks pulsed with golden light, and their massive bodies coiled with tension. They were ready. On high alert. They could smell war.

And so could I, and then came the pounding of feet behind me, calm, confident, heavy with purpose.

General Tiger reached my side first, face unreadable, eyes locked on the water. "Spark," he greeted me with a nod. "You saw it first."

I didn’t answer right away. My gaze was still on the vampires. "Spark didn’t sleep tonight. He knew."

Ralph, our shadow tracker, arrived next, emerging from the trees like smoke. "No movement on the flanks," he reported. "They’re all in the water. Holding a formation."

"Which means they’re organized," I replied, my voice low. "Someone’s commanding them."

Moments later, General Mortas arrived in full gear, followed closely by his daughter, Commander Belle, and the ever-brooding Enforcer Troy Mortas.

Belle was already scanning the coast. "That’s a full battalion," she murmured. "They’re not here by chance."

Enforcer Troy stepped past us, his eyes never leaving the vampire army. "They’re not attacking yet. Which means they’re waiting for something... or someone."

"Or testing us," I growled, Spark pacing beneath my skin. "Either way... we don’t give them ground. Not one inch."

I looked at each of them as our best warriors, the ones I trusted with my life. Then back at the wall of silent, undead soldiers. Wave stepped forward; his voice steady but electric with rage. "What’s the command, Spark?"

I inhaled sharply, feeling Spark surge up within me like a firestorm. I shifted halfway, claws slipping out, eyes glowing. "We stand our ground," I said. "And if they cross the border, we make sure they regret ever touching our water."

The silence that stretched between us and the vampire army was suffocating, tense, and unnatural, like the final pause before a storm splits the sky. The waves lapped quietly against the beach, mocking the quiet fury burning in my chest.

Suddenly, one of the Rogourau beasts, Zarn, the biggest of them, threw his head back and let out a roar that cracked the night in two. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a force. A thunderous, ancient war cry that split through the air and shook the earth beneath our feet. The sand trembled. The trees behind us quivered. Even the sea itself seemed to pull back, as if recoiling from the raw, primal power of that sound.

I steadied myself, planting my feet wider as the ground rumbled, my heart pounding to the rhythm of Spark’s rising energy. Waves took a step back, eyes wide in awe. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "He’s pissed."

I couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "Good."

Because across the beach, the vampires were no longer still. Their perfect, deathly formation had faltered. Some shifted awkwardly in the water, heads turning to one another, eyes darting across the Rogourau with something I never expected to see on their pale faces of confusion. And more than that... fear.

They weren’t prepared for this. "They didn’t think we’d wake the beasts," I said aloud, just loud enough for my generals to hear.

Tiger chuckled darkly beside me. "Let them shake. We’ve got gods on our side."

Another Rogourau roared, then another, and the sound grew into a chorus of fury that rolled across the sea like a stampede. The beach shook under their fury, under their promise of destruction. I stood tall, proud, and let Spark rise fully in my eyes as I stared down the stunned vampire army.

"This is Bay Shifter land," I growled, voice low and sharp. "And tonight, they learn why it’s never been conquered."

We stood locked in a standoff so tense, even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The vampire army remained still in the water,r an endless wall of pale skin, blood-red eyes, and armoured silence. Behind me, my wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, tense, alert, ready to strike. The Rogourau beasts looked like living monuments, their massive bodies vibrating with restraint, their eyes glowing gold and blue with the force of contained fury.

Hours passed.

Not a whisper. Not a shift. Only the low growl of the sea and the beating of our hearts that refused to falter. Wave stayed at my side the entire time, his focus unwavering, our bond keeping our minds clear. Tiger stood just behind us with Ralph and the Mortas siblings, every one of us locked in formation, an iron wall of resolve against the tide of undeath.

It was psychological warfare, and I knew it. They wanted to rattle us. Make us flinch. Break formation. This was Bay Shifter land. We had bled for this soil and buried brothers in it. Sworn oaths over it. And the Rogourau weren’t known for patience. Their claws etched into the sand with every heartbeat. Their growls stayed low but ever-present, vibrating through the ground beneath our feet like the rumble of the earth itself, if warning the dead to back off.

Then, finally, the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. A sliver of sun peeked above the trees, and the moment it touched the water... they moved. As if a switch had been flipped, the entire vampire front began to shift. One by one, they turned without a word and began to walk backward into the sea. No hisses. No snarls. Just silence. Controlled retreat.

Wave exhaled beside me, finally, like he hadn’t breathed in an hour. "They’re leaving," he said, almost in disbelief. I didn’t relax. I kept watching until the last of them vanished beneath the waves, leaving only the ripple of water and the tension in the air behind.

The Rogourau slowly quieted. Their growls faded. My wolves sat back on their haunches but didn’t dare shift out of their forms.

"They didn’t come to fight," I said, voice hoarse from the weight of holding command. "They came to see what we’d do and test our powers. "

Tiger grunted. "They saw. We didn’t break, and I hope they go back and never set foot in Bay Shifter lands. I looked out over the empty sea, the sunrise casting gold over a battlefield that never saw blood... but felt just as heavy.

"This was a warning," I whispered to myself. And Spark inside me agreed—his voice low, wild, and steady: "Next time, they won’t just watch. They will attack"

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