Bite of the Alpha

The night split open with a roar.

Alexander's fingers trembled as his arrow veered wildly off-target, thudding into the dirt. The sound had come from somewhere deep in the forest—raw, powerful, almost otherworldly. It wasn't just a noise—it was a call to war.

> "What the hell was that?" he muttered, shaken.

Raymond blinked, forcing a grin. "Scary, huh? Let's go check it out!"

> "Curiosity killed the cat, Ray."

> "That's why cats have nine lives," Raymond quipped. "And besides, you missed. Dinner's on you."

Alexander groaned but followed anyway, bow slung over his back, unaware they were walking toward a war zone soaked in blood, legend, and rage.

---

In the clearing, silence lasted three seconds.

Then Bryan moved.

With terrifying force, he hurled Jacob into Stella. The impact cracked bones and sent a tremor through the earth. The crunch of shattered ribs echoed like thunder, followed by a guttural cry as both Alphas hit the ground.

A shockwave of energy followed as Bryan's aura exploded outward. Rio, Harold, Abraham, and Chloe were thrown off their feet like ragdolls. They hit the dirt hard, their bones snapping audibly.

> "The Primordial Alpha Beast Form!" a beta shouted, his voice tight with fear and awe.

Even Ruth, watching from a shadowed perch in the treetops, felt her breath catch.

Bryan's transformation was complete.

Towering above them stood a monstrous two-meter wolf, cloaked in writhing shadows. A jagged blood-red streak ran from the crown of his head down his back to his tail. His glowing crimson eyes burned through the darkness like twin furnaces. His claws gleamed like curved blades, and his aura bled into the earth, suffocating everything it touched.

Even the trees recoiled.

He hadn't even begun fighting seriously until now. He had taken their blows, not out of arrogance, but to prove a point.

To show them how insignificant their strength truly was.

---

Somewhere in the old songs, whispered in trembling voices around dying campfires, they spoke of him.

Not by name—never by name—but by the howl that ended dynasties. The one who walked before moonlight had a name.

Bryan wasn't just transforming. He was remembering what he was.

---

Chloe groaned as she pushed herself upright, wincing.

> "It's like hitting titanium."

Jacob spat blood, his jaw crooked.

> "My fangs... shattered."

Bryan stepped forward, every movement calculated, deliberate. He wasn't walking—he was stalking, like a predator through tall grass.

> "Where's all that bold spirit now?" he asked, voice calm, condescending.

He wasn't here to kill them all. Not yet. His goal was simpler: dismantle their pride. Expose their weakness. Reveal the "Originals" for what they truly were—manipulators pulling the strings behind their loyal Alphas.

But Christopher didn't care for truth or clarity. His hand clenched tightly around the Soul Reaper Dagger—a silver blade that whispered death. The air around it shimmered, cold and wrong, as if even the shadows fled from it. That blade had ended countless Alpha bloodlines, reducing them to dust and memory.

> "Attack!" Christopher roared.

---

Fifteen Alphas surged forward as one.

The Calamity Blood Pack was in motion—deadly and precise. Their movements were synchronized like a single living organism. At their core were the five founders:

Rio, the Dark Blur—fastest Alpha in recorded history.

Michael, the Thunder Claw—his strikes carried the power of lightning.

Stella, the Crazy Bitch Alpha—wild, lethal, and utterly unpredictable.

Jacob, the White Titan—brute strength given monstrous form.

Christopher, cold, ruthless, their apex and Alpha.

Behind them came ten more Alphas: Harold, John, Madison, Lancelot, Mico, Pat, Chloe, Ramos, Abraham, Fred. Each one a fortress. Each one a legend.

Duke, watching from a ridge, narrowed his eyes.

> "Damn fools. They think they can cage a storm."

---

Rio struck first.

He vanished.

In a blur, he reappeared before Bryan, claws raised, slashing downward with the speed and ferocity of a lightning strike. The wind howled from the momentum.

Bryan moved.

He bent backward, spine arching at an impossible angle, and let the strike pass inches above him.

Impossible, Rio thought.

He didn't hesitate. He unleashed a whirlwind of attacks—slashes, jabs, kicks. Each one faster, heavier, more ferocious. His claws tore through trees, gouged trenches into the ground. Sparks flew as claws met stone.

But Bryan blocked them all.

His arms moved like a blur, deflecting every strike. His eyes never blinked.

He's reading my rhythm, Rio realized, stunned.

Bryan smirked.

> "Heh... Looks like the Flash just met Zoom."

Rio gritted his teeth but didn't lose his cool. This wasn't a solo match.

It was the Alpha Formation.

Their greatest weapon wasn't raw power—it was unity. The pack operated as one body, with fifteen limbs and a shared instinct. Every feint, every strike, every retreat was coordinated. It was more than strategy. It was choreography born of centuries.

Rio backflipped out of reach.

Two giants took his place.

Harold and Abraham thundered forward on all fours. Each step cracked the soil. They were siege weapons in fur—two blunt instruments of destruction. Their roars harmonized like war drums.

Bryan's gaze flicked between them.

Then—a spike.

A malicious aura behind him.

He pivoted—not surprised, but ready.

Chloe dove from the canopy, claws bared, aiming for his neck. She was the scalpel to their sledgehammer, fast and surgical.

Her claws gleamed, ready to carve.

The trap was brilliant.

Crush from the front. Slash from the back.

The onlookers held their breath.

Even Ruth narrowed her eyes.

Then—

ROAR!

The sound erupted like a bomb. Birds scattered. The trees shook. Wolves winced.

It wasn't pain. It wasn't fear.

It was dominion.

> "Now!" Christopher's voice rang out.

Jacob lunged from the flank, fur white as snow, aiming to pin Bryan.

Stella wasn't far behind, claws raised to rip out his chest.

All pieces in place.

Perfectly timed.

Flawless.

But then something unbelievable happened.

Something they couldn't see coming.

Something that would rewrite the rules of this battle.

---

Bryan stood still for a heartbeat, silent amid chaos.

Then—his eyes darkened.

Not just in shade, but in depth. As if something older had stirred behind them. Something vast and ancient and buried too long.

Ruth's lips parted.

> "That's... not rage."

It was awakening.

And for the first time in a century...

The Alphas knew fear.