BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 94: OLD,EVIL SHIFTER WOLF

Chapter 94: OLD,EVIL SHIFTER WOLF

{"It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."}

"What are you saying?" Desmond hissed at me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Freyr smirked and answered before I could. "He said that Lord Marcel might be harboring a wolf in Bloodstone Mountain."

The sharp intake of breath from the royal guards, the mountain guards, Desmond, and Cassius was almost comical. Armon and Aggrey remained impassive, their expressions unreadable, while I stepped forward to join Freyr. Without hesitation, I turned to the guards.

"Open the damn door."

A moment of hesitation. Then, as expected, they all turned to Cassius for guidance.

Freyr snickered, and before anyone could react, he lunged. His body slammed against the steel door with a resounding boom, the impact denting the thick metal. The vibration echoed through the mountain like a war drum, sending a shudder through the guards.

Freyr stepped back, bracing himself to strike again.

"Wait—!" Cassius shouted, panic flashing in his eyes.

The guards scrambled, fumbling with the heavy locks. The door creaked open, and Freyr strode inside without hesitation. The stench hit us first—rotting blood, decaying bodies, and the sickly, unmistakable odor of Bloodstone bugs. It was a putrid cocktail of death and decay, thick enough to make the air feel heavy. I didn’t miss the fleeting glances between Cassius and Desmond, the silent confirmation that they both understood exactly what Freyr had just uncovered.

Much to our surprise, the chamber was spotless. There was no nest. No wolf. No trace of blood or decay. The air was still, eerily sterile, as if nothing had ever been here.

Too clean. Unnaturally clean.

Freyr prowled through the chamber, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze flickered from Cassius to Desmond, then to the royal guards. And then, he laughed, sharp and humorless.

"You have to be kidding me." His voice dripped with mockery. "Do you think an illusion will erase what you’ve done?"

He exhaled sharply and pushed his power outward without waiting for an answer. A golden glow erupted from his chest, rippling through the chamber like a pulse of raw energy. The illusion shattered in an instant.

And then, everything came back to life.

The rotting vampire nest reappeared at the center of the room, the stench of decay rushing back in a suffocating wave. Bodies lay crumpled in twisted piles, the walls stained with old, dried blood. And standing amid it all was a woman—ancient, withered, her eyes glowing white.

She let out a low, guttural growl. The sound sent the guards scrambling back, their hands fumbling for weapons. Even Cassius and Desmond stiffened. But Freyr? He didn’t move. He held his ground, gaze locked on the old woman.

She growled again, this time forming words.

"Kayne... you finally show yourself."

"You bunch of morons! You harbored a wolf in Bloodstone Mountain!" I roared at Cassius and Desmond, my voice echoing through the chamber.

They staggered back as the old woman let out a guttural snarl. Her body twisted and cracked, shifting in a blur of unnatural movement. A massive grey wolf stood in her place in mere seconds, its face marred by a jagged claw scar. Its golden eyes burned, surrounded by shimmering moon orbs, and a low, menacing growl rumbled from its chest.

Freyr took a single step forward, his expression utterly unbothered.

"I wouldn’t advise attacking," he taunted, his voice smooth as steel. "I’m faster than you. I could slit your throat before you even take a step. Besides..." he smirked, tilting his head slightly. "There’s no way out of this mountain. That’s why you’ve been hiding here, like the damn dog you are."

The royal guards bolted from the chamber in fear, their footsteps vanishing into the tunnels. Meanwhile, Aggrey and Armon took defensive stances, their vampire forms fully emerging—fangs bared, muscles coiled for a fight. Behind me, Desmond moved silently, circling into position, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

The wolf snarled. Then, in the blink of an eye, it shifted back.

I had only ever seen one other with that kind of raw power, Tor.

She stood before us, her long grey hair flowing wildly, the same scar carved into her sharp features. Her nails were long, curved like talons, and her tattered grey robes draped around her like a shadow. Barefoot, she radiated an eerie, primal energy.

Then, she grinned, her elongated canines gleaming in the dim light.

"Freyr Kane," she purred, her voice a haunting melody. "Should I consider it a blessing that you’ve found me? I felt your power when you walked into the mountain, and the closer you moved to the chamber, it made me so happy that you were here. I sense the Kayne power stone in your body and I love how much power it holds"

"I’ve heard about you. I know exactly who you are. But more than anything..." Freyr’s voice was sharp, cutting through the chamber like a blade. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something deadly. "You’re the one who killed my Pa. So, tell me—why shouldn’t I kill you right now?"

The woman’s grin widened, unbothered.

"I doubt you can kill me, son of Kayne," she purred, her voice a low, dangerous growl.

Then the cave came alive.

The Bloodstone bugs, dormant and silent before, began to stir. Their rattling filled the chamber, an eerie chorus of skittering and clicking. The air grew thick with their presence, the sound vibrating through the stone walls.

And then, she laughed. A hysterical, cynical cackle.

Something in Freyr snapped.

Before any of us could react, his entire form shifted. His golden aura flared around him, illuminating the chamber with an otherworldly glow. His vampire form emerged in full force, raw power rolling off him in waves. And then, he moved.

What followed was slaughter.

Freyr descended upon the nest like a storm, cutting through the creatures with terrifying efficiency. Limbs were torn. Bodies were crushed. Blood splattered in thick, dark pools as he shredded the vampire bugs one by one, brutally, mercilessly until the last twisted carcass hit the floor.

By the time it was over, nothing remained but carnage.

The old woman’s laughter had died. She stood frozen, the realization dawning in her wide, white eyes. A second passed. Then another.

And then she roared. The force of her growl sent tremors through the chamber, shaking the very mountain itself. Dust rained from the ceiling. Stone cracked. Freyr turned to her, his fangs bared, his golden aura still burning. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. He was ready to attack.

"Wow," I heard Aggrey whisper, his voice barely audible over the lingering tension. "Freyr... the true son of Kayne."

The old woman’s expression twisted into something feral. The words had struck a nerve.

Freyr’s eyes darkened, his aura crackling like a storm ready to break. "You need to die." His voice was low, deadly.

Then, in a blur of motion, he attacked.

The woman shifted into her wolf form, her massive grey body lunging at Freyr with terrifying speed. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. The cavern filled with the deafening sounds of battle—howls, hisses, the clash of raw power against raw power.

But Freyr was faster. Stronger.

Before anyone could even process what was happening, his claws tore through the wolf’s throat. A sickening gash opened, and blood gushed onto the stone floor. The wolf staggered, letting out a final, pained howl before collapsing with a heavy thud.

But Freyr wasn’t finished.

With terrifying precision, he grabbed the wolf’s body, lifted it effortlessly, and with one swift motion, severed its head.

The severed head rolled a few meters away, landing with a grotesque squelch. Freyr let the body drop carelessly to the ground, his expression cold, unshaken.

"Good riddance." He spat on the blood-soaked floor, wiping his hands before turning toward the chamber’s entrance.

Cassius and Desmond stood there, silent and pale.

Freyr stalked toward them, his golden aura still pulsing faintly. His eyes burned into them, unyielding.

"Who was harboring these evil creatures in this mountain?" His voice was sharp, lethal. "You better start talking. Because if you don’t, I have no problem sealing this entire mountain shut. No one will ever step foot in it again."

"Your way in over your head," Desmond Marcel spoke up, his voice edged with defiance.

Before he could say another word, Freyr moved.

In a blink, he was in front of Desmond, his hand clamping around his throat. He lifted him effortlessly, slamming him against the cold stone wall. Desmond choked, his hands clawing at Freyr’s iron grip.

Freyr’s fangs gleamed as he hissed, his golden aura flaring. "That wolf killed my father—Dunco Kayne. Unless..." he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "you want to tell me you had a part in it. Because if you did" his grip tightened, and Desmond’s face turned red, "I have no problem killing you right here."

The chamber went deathly silent. Even Cassius took a step back.

Freyr’s golden eyes burned into Desmond’s, daring him to speak.

"Stop!" Cassius’s voice rang out, sharp and desperate. "I was the one who hid her in the mountains!"

Freyr didn’t release Desmond just yet, his golden eyes snapping toward Cassius.

Cassius took a shaky breath, his fists clenched at his sides. "She saved my life," he admitted hurriedly. "And in return, I chose to keep her here."

The chamber fell into a heavy silence.

Freyr’s grip on Desmond’s throat lingered for a beat longer, his claws digging in just enough to make Desmond gasp before he finally let go. Desmond dropped to his knees, coughing violently.

Freyr slowly turned to Cassius, his expression unreadable. "You hid her," he repeated, voice cold, dangerous. "Knowing what she was?"

Cassius swallowed hard but didn’t look away. "Yes."

Freyr’s jaw tightened, his aura still crackling with restrained fury.

"Then you’re a damn fool."