Wolf you Up!

Bloodhood was the original pack. Glen didn't know what to do with this information. The traditional pack has always been different. Their way of life was as close to nature as it could be given the modern world and its habits. But that was not all.

The hierarchy, even though it was the same in all packs, the dynamic between members was different in Bloodhood. The Alpha Silver Bloohood didn't reign as an almighty and tyrannical leader treating his packmates with disdain and confronting them with his mood swings as most other pack leaders do.

One thing was certain. This revelation said something important. Alpha Silver wasn't the one who was disgracing the alphas tradition as his critics accused him. He lived by the precepts that had been passed down to him from generation to generation from the very first alpha. The leader had always claimed that he wouldn't deviate from the values ​​bequeathed by his predecessors.

Suddenly, something hit the Dominant. How come the pack and everyone else didn't know that Bloodhood was the first pack of werewolves? The legend is known to all how come the sequel of the story wasn't? All his questions were rushing through his mind when a scent reached him. The smell of apples and pastry fresh from the oven. Glen knew the scent of his omega, yet his eyebrows furrowed. Something was wrong.

Mixed subtly, other pheromones were present. He breathed again, deeper to catch the scent message his mate was sending him, and the alpha tensed. Fear. Eden was afraid.

The next second, the Dominant let his instincts take over. Fangs and claws spread. His jaw jerked out so that his muzzle appeared. A force flowed into him and his bloodlust awoke and the voice echoed in his mind. Seeing him transform, Connor had pushed Eden away suddenly and put himself in a defensive position to prevent the alpha from approaching the blond.

The little control the alpha had managed to retain was already starting to crumble as his friend came between him and the young werewolf whose pheromones kept pouring in, stronger every passing second. The alpha clawed his hand down, but his attack was parried and the agent fired back.

With a knee to the chin, the brown-haired man forced him to step back and Glen glared at Connor. His attention drifted away from the agent when he saw Eden stagger and drop to one knee. The Dominant's mind clouded over. The call of blood was already echoing in his head, sharpening his senses and confusing his mind to transform him into a bloodthirsty monster. Suddenly, a screen appeared before his eyes.

[You've activated Skill: Protection. The effects of Bloodlust are reduced. Protect the Chosen to resume the trial of the Omega's mark.]

As he read the message in front of his eyes, the fog that grew and enveloped his mind weakened and Glen gradually regained control.

The alpha still heard the voices whispering in his mind, but he could easily ignore them. He was no longer obsessed with the desire to claim Eden. He wanted to join him as soon as possible to help him. This explosion of pheromones wasn't normal. Something was manipulating the omega to make him emit his pheromones so that the alpha loses control.

Glen stopped fighting his transformation and in the next instant, a black and white wolf appeared. The wolf leaped over the agent and was already approaching his mate when a pain in one of his hind legs made him moan. He collapsed to the ground.

The dominant opened his eyes and saw Eden pressed against the old werewolf. She was too weak to stand up to him and she knew it.

Fear had nailed the Soul Healer in place and all she could do was wait for the Alpha to join them.

The Dominant was clear-headed, but couldn't tell anything. He could only hope that Connor would understand that he had regained control and that he didn't want to hurt his omega and claim him.

When he saw that the agent was no longer attacking him, Glen got up and limped to Eden. He collapsed near his mate and his skin began to burn on his chest, on the side of his heart. He winced in pain, then felt arms close around him. The werewolf closed his eyes one more time and passed out.

When he opened his eyes, Glen was alone in the middle of the forest. He got on his feet and looked around. It took less than a second for him to realize that this wasn't the forest in Bloodhood's domain.

The temperature was hot, the air humid, and the atmosphere almost stifling. He recognized this feeling. It was the forest of the magic dimension. He didn't know how he had landed there.

He looked around and saw no trace of Eden. Yet the alpha was sure, if he had brought it there, then the omega had to be here too. As he sniffed the air to find traces of his mate's pheromones and join him, his ears caught a rustle of leaves nearby and he knew. If he was in that forest, then the werewolves would soon attack him.

The dominant growled. He didn't know where Eden was and the Omega wasn't in a state to face enemies. The blonde had told him that during the days he had been stuck in the magic dimension, he had been severely injured several times, but the system had never let him die. Yet an alarm had gone off and his instincts told him that this time wouldn't be like the others. After all, the message had asked him to protect Eden. Which meant his mate was in danger.

Several werewolves advanced towards Glen. They surrounded him, cutting off all chances of him withdrawing to search for Eden. The alpha narrowed his eyes when he saw their bodies. Usually, when he fought a werewolf in this dimension, the creature would disappear, dissipating in a cloud of smoke. The werewolves around him were pierced all over by strange canals that seemed to control them.

Glen bared his teeth. He had recognized the power of his curse. These creatures were controlled by the same power that had cursed him. Howls and growls erupted from all sides. The opponents kept coming in and soon Glen couldn't even count them.

The alpha tensed, ready to attack. He had shifted, so he would be able to use his true strength and his protection skill reduced the effects of Bloodlust. Unfortunately, he didn't know how much time he had.

Only Eden could manipulate the system and share information with him. Glen only had random access to information and had no control over anything.

He needed to get rid of these monsters and find his mate before the time this protection had given him was up. He had no estimation of how much time he had.

Without waiting any longer, the alpha released his pheromones and watched the werewolves around him flinch as they felt his power and the difference in strength.

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Eden was lying on his back. His eyes barely opened and he saw the dark black canals multiplying in the room as they got closer. A voice rose and a laugh echoed through the room.

The female voice bounced around every corner of the room. Werewolf's body was heavy, painful. Something was wrong with his pheromones, which suddenly went off without him knowing why.

It had nothing to do with the loss of control he had experienced before because of his emotions.

It wasn't the same feeling as back then in the motel room. By this time, he had voluntarily deployed his pheromones to seduce his alpha even though he didn't expect to trigger his bloodlust.

Something had taken control of his body and triggered his pheromones to cause the alpha bloodlust. Fortunately, he didn't know how, but the Dominant had managed to keep control. The blond put his hand on his chest at heart level. The skin burned him so much that he wanted to rip it off.

Eden turned his head and opened his eyelids. His eyes tried to focus. A silhouette was emerging, more and more precisely. He blinked to clear his vision and saw the curves and edges of a human figure.

Before the eyes of the Omega, the canals brought a woman to life. From a simple shadow, the silhouette became clearer and soon the limbs appeared, then the skin and its texture. Only her hair kept the appearance of the nefarious fog that roamed the room inside the canals.

Eden gathered all his strength to stand up. Leaning on his hands, he pushed to get up and barely managed to get into a sitting position.

His weakened body swayed, ready to fall back to the ground. His face was turned to the floor and he heard the evil laugh once again mocking him.

"Your Goddess couldn't do anything against me, my dear King. You may be the one she chooses to embody her power but, without your Warrior, you are nothing other than a weakling at the mercy of my power. " His treacherous, nasal laughter rose again, bouncing against every wall of the room.

Eden gritted his teeth and looked up to see the stranger.

A woman wearing animal skin clothes from another era gazed contemptuously at him. Her skin was tanned and a scar covered her chest at the level of her heart. Her smile looked more like a smirk than anything else. Dizziness seized Eden who shook his head to chase it away.

"I will finally get my revenge against the One who cursed me. Once I kill you, nothing can stop me. I would defeat the children for this filthy Goddess. She's going to pay for what she did to me. Those Skinwalker traitors and the werewolves too!

They'll all pay and I'll finally get my revenge. They will regret abandoning me and handing them over to these barbarians!"

Her eyes exuded anger and other emotion that troubled her for a moment.

"I hadn't asked for anything," She mumbled in a fragile voice. "I just did what these Humans expected of me. I had no choice. It's because they abandoned me to my fate that I had to do it. Do you understand? And now, like me, you will taste the despair of being abandoned by everyone with no other choice than death! "

She opened her hand and a ball of black fog formed and then thickened before taking the shape of a knife. The object materialized as a real dagger in her palm.

The woman closed her fingers on the handle and she walked towards Eden. Her bare feet hit the ground and the ornaments on her ankles moved in rhythm. She finally came to a few steps from the werewolf who was still struggling not to collapse.

The Omega clenched his fists and tried to muster his strength and stand up. A sharp pain ran through his body and he gasped before falling to the ground.

"No need to struggle. I've already made took care of everything. There is nothing you can do against me anymore. Did you think the Warrior's Curse was the only thing you should be wary of? " She sneered again.

"You didn't think for a second that I would take it out on you. Still, it was so easy to guess. After all, you are just an omega. A weak and helpless omega.

I just had to wait for the right moment to attack you. If you die, your mate won't survive you and without the power of the King and that of the Warrior, the children of the Goddess will be defenseless against me. I'll kill them all!"

The woman was just above Eden and raised her hand, the knife clenched in her palm before bringing it down, directly to the werewolf's jugular. As the tip of the blade was about to make contact with Eden's body, the crescent moon mark the blond had on his skin started to glow and, the next second, an explosion of energy propelled the woman to the other side of the room.

Her body which was made of magical mist felt nothing, but she stood up, her features contorted with anger.

"Why do you have this mark?"