Wolf you Up!

Glen and Connor glared at each other then turned to face the Skinwalkers. They complied with the male omega but the agent couldn't help but feel worried. If things went wrong, the worst was likely to happen and he couldn't bear to lose another member of his family.

"Are you sure about that? I can handle them alone." He asked in a suddenly serious tone.

"Yes, I know but I won't let you do so because we're family."

"Eden? What about you? I don't want you to lose your mate because of me."

"Don't worry, I got his back. We're gonna get Greg back, together, and settle the whole situation with the Skinwalkers today."

Connor didn't answer and just narrowed his eyes at Elias and the men who had just joined him. The Blue Moon tribe's chef was increasingly pissed off by the situation which was nothing like the plan he had in mind. He had dissipated his attack as things were getting more and more out of his control.

His men were no match for so many werewolves, even with their magic. Moreover, he knew many of the other tribe members would utterly refuse to follow him no matter what pretense he gave from now on because Bloodhood was involved.

He heard two of his men whisper and Elias gritted his teeth. Trevor moved closer to swish in his ear.

"Chief, the mates of the men you sent into the forest…"

"I know, the Outsider did it," he stated, pointing with his chin to show the body-deprived head on the ground.

When he did, the men behind him fell silent for a moment and then, began to be restless. Several of them had died at the hands of the outsider Skinwalker and the latter had just arrived with several Bloodhood wolves as back-up. Among them, there were the King and the Warrior of the Goddess. As their camp was troubled by a wave of hostility, one of the werewolves behind Eden and Glen stepped forward.

His black fur and the golden dots on his chest allowed Elias to immediately recognize him. Silver Bloodhood walked over to Blue's leader and stopped a few steps in front of him. He waited a moment, hoping for a reaction from the chief, but Elias remained silent even though he kept glaring at him.

"I came to retrieve the human you abducted from Black Moon territory. I heard the reason you wanted to lure that young man over there, but your actions are causing a lot of damage and tension between Bloodhood and the WIA. Thus, we decided to temporarily join forces with them to solve this problem.

As I speak, we are only the first ones. Another much bigger troop of Bloodhood Fighters is coming along with WIA agents and they won't be there to negotiate. They will do anything to get the man you kidnapped back alive and won't demur to attack if the man is hurt in any way. Surrender. Now."

Elias was in shock. Was this Outsider's mate someone important to the WIA? Enough for the organization to decide on a raid against them? The man clenched his fists. He was racking his brain, looking for an escape. But the Skinwalkers' leader couldn't find a way out of this situation. They were outnumbered and overpowered. If he didn't surrender, the whole tribe would end up being annihilated by the werewolves and the humans.

"I…"

As the man opened his mouth to speak. One of his men broke ranks. Blinded by pain and anger, Wyatt who could tell that his leader was about to waive, decided to charge. He was one of those who knew everything and had nothing left to lose.

When that night, Light had told Elias that each time one of the members of the tribe would transform, they would become a little more like her, the man hadn't realized to what extent these words were a dangerous and fatal omen.

The witch couldn't have cast a more vicious and painful curse to wreak her revenge. The spell had been carefully crafted to sever the Skinwalkers from everything that made up their identity, bit by bit eating away at their minds and turning their bodies into this shell made of dark energy.

Skinwalkers with the weakest auras couldn't transform because the curse blocked their blessing. But the cruelest fate was that of those with the strongest auras, like Elias and his Fighters.

With each transformation, their blessing wasn't blocked but contaminated with dark energy that spread like a plague through their bodies, corrupting their minds. They became with each transformation a little closer to Light.

When some of them started to see that their lunar magic was being replaced by a dark and black flow, they understood that something was going on.

This handful of members confronted Elias who ended up telling them the truth about the renewal ceremony and made them his trusted members. The leader of Blue Moon knew that if he had a plan, he could count on these members to help him. Wyatt was one of them.

The Skinwalker refused to surrender and let go of the idea of ​​renewal without at least taking revenge on Connor. He had lost his mate during this plan and several of his friends had died at the hands of the Outsider. He wanted his life. Even though the tribe couldn't recover the blessing of the goddess, he was going to take revenge and join his Ysolt.

The man lunged at Connor and Silver slammed his hand down, claws ready to shred, when he caught sight of the man's movement. Unfortunately, the alpha's claws had no flesh to tear.

When they came into contact with Wyatt's body, they passed through it, while the part of his body hit by the werewolf turned into a black mist.

"Oh shit, Eden! This one's body is like Light! Connor, watch out! You can't cut it."

The alpha activated his protection skill to protect his body against the dark energy that could reach him and, as he was about to leave to charge, the agent preceded him.

A thud at his feet caught Glen's attention. The dominant saw that the man had just thrown the support of his dao on the ground with the weapon still hanging on it. His head snapped at Connor who was running to meet the Skinwalker.

Seeing the one who had decapitated his mate come to meet him, Wyatt transformed into a towering wolf with dark grey fur. A black mist emerged from his body to form black protection as the rest of the mist took the form of long peaks pointing towards Connor. Just before they were close to each other, the agent ducked down to slide and slide between the huge wolf's legs to stick the cinquedea he was holding in the wolf's stomach.

A whimper escaped from the Skinwalker's maw as he felt the blade. He didn't know how the man had managed to hurt him. His body rolled to the ground but Wyatt immediately got to his feet. The place where the blade had sunk burned him. Skinwalkers weren't reacting to wolfsbane, what could be causing that feeling of being eaten up inside?

The grey wolf reformed his whips and one of them wrapped around the hilt of the dagger to dislodge it from his body. When he pulled the blade from his abdomen, the wolf brought it up to face level and noticed a golden halo surrounding the weapon.

His whip which was in contact with the hilt was slowly dissolving under the effect of the lunar energy emanating from the cinquedae. Wyatt glared at Connor who answered with a smirk.

The wolf released the weapon which fell to the ground and stood facing Connor. The wolf growled lowly, wary, and peered at the man's body to see if he had other weapons and nasty surprises in store.

When he saw the knuckledusters that Connor had in his hands shining with a golden halo, the Skinwalker decided to attack again, certain of having the advantage. Glen was getting ready to run when Eden's arm blocked his way. The alpha looked at his mate with a crease between his eyebrows.

"Not now. He can still fight by himself. Don't forget that he's not the only one to be wary of."

The omega spoke, staring not at Connor whose face showed he hadn't said his last word, but rather at the Skinwalkers lines his father. Silver, in attack position, was threatening them so they wouldn't dare any treacherous attack.

Body hunched over and arms outstretched with his claws spread to slice through the first who dared flinch under his watch, the Alpha was trying to calm the ardor of Blue Moon's fighters.

They had their hopes up when they saw how Wyatt was using his curse to his advantage. If they could defeat the werewolves before the second wave reach the village, they still had a chance.

All they needed was to give in to the call of darkness and take one last step towards Light. Thus, even if they were lost, they will at least have allowed their mates and their family to escape their fate.

One of the seven Skinwalkers who had joined Elias watched his companion confront Connor and his body also began to emit black swirls. When Silver saw this, the alpha snarled as a warning.

"Now!"

When his mate gave him the go-ahead, Glen sprinted towards their enemies. He let Eden outrun him so that he would first reach the few fighters who were edgy and against whom Silvers couldn't do anything.

Even though he had taken the mixture that allowed him to perceive the energy flows, given the turn of events and the fact that their enemies' bodies couldn't be sliced, he could only defend himself and not attack.

Again, the leader was cornered and he didn't like it. The werewolf didn't have time to dwell in his frustration because Eden was already there.

One second before the omega reached his level, the leader of Bloodhood saw a golden mist spread. Once it touched the Skinwalkers' dark energy, Silver saw it dissolve.

While the fog thwarted the attacks of the enemies, Eden was fighting against one of them. His father who didn't yet know about his son's system and his abilities couldn't prevent the question.

"How can…"

"Dad!" The blond saw a fighter running to him and cut his race clean with a 180 kick that sent him straight to the ground. "I'm a bit busy now."

"Oh! O-okay." The alpha blinked and looked at his son which Glen had just joined. The two werewolves fought side by side, their bodies covered by the same golden protective halo that allowed them to easily reach their opponents and inflict wounds. They easily managed to repel the men without any backup.

Silver then glanced back and saw Connor who also had a protective halo around his body and was fighting his enemy with his fists clad in knuckleduster punches. When the agent's attack landed in the Skinwalker's face and recoiled from the impact before glaring at him, the alpha decided to send a link to the rest of his men also on the sidelines.

[I'll get the human from the WIA back. Stay there and act if they need help.]

The werewolves looked, puzzled, at their leader. Their face was quietly asking if their presence on this mission was necessary and the Alpha rolled his eyes before walking away grumbling.

"Why don't I have anything fancy like that to fight with?"

Silver's figure moved away, his nose in the air to pick up the scent of the human they came to rescue and find his trail.

In his head, all worries were gone now that he had seen how the omega and future alpha were handling the situation.. The leader had only one thing in mind, to get it over with this matter as soon as possible, then go back to the cave to ask Eden and his mate what on earth they could have done to obtain such power.