Chapter XXV

Idaho.

That squadron hadn't even reached their destination when they finally did. Unlike their companions, they were greeted by the beasts. This time, even the cubs were waiting to kill them, caring little that the night wasn't illuminated by the moon. The beasts began to howl, mingling with the sounds of the city and their heartbreaking howls.

The squadron was led by William, an ancient Celt who arrived in America by accident, even before the Norse navigators did. In Idaho it was totally different, William's squadron was received in the city of Boise or rather in a clearing deep in its forest. The wolves commanded by the Celt arrive on all fours while the beasts on two legs imposing themselves before them, William, a dark-furred wolf, does not hesitate to put himself on equal terms with the beasts and for the first time since those things appeared, they took a step back since William, being a man, is two meters tall, being a bipedal werewolf two and a half meters tall, without a doubt his height and musculature intimidate both friends and strangers.

Everyone present was more than prepared for battle, the members of both are aware that they could die.

His eyes shone like red-hot embers, with a bloodcurdling howl the fight begins without an iota of humanity William throws himself at the enemy who had jumped, William jumps to reach him he catches him by the shoulders he sinks his claws into them, the enemy howls in pain even so he manages to get rid of the huge creature, he manages to recover in seconds only to hit William in the chest, he staggers and that small slip is taken advantage of by the beast hitting his left shoulder as well as his head causing a wound on his cheek, at that moment William gives the order to attack starting the other fights, the beast throws another blow but the Celt is faster he catches the beast's right hand with his left hand, twists it so much that you can hear the crunch of bones, that sound makes him smile, the beast growls, with his free hand he gives another blow to the head thus being freed, William is forced to take a few steps back, the beast jumps falling on the Celt's back punishing it strongly takes him by the neck, by the waist and throws him far away, William recovers falls to the ground on all fours, sees the beast, growls and runs towards it, a few meters away he jumps and becomes bipedal takes the beast again by the shoulders once again fitting his claws into the fresh wounds this time he did not let go until both arms were detached from the enemy's body, without any modesty he closes his snout in the chest tearing off piece by piece until the beast stops moving, he stands up first growls then howls causing the other people to stop, he changes into a man and sees each and every one of those present, Omar arrives at his side, William tense up.

—They want to save the puppies.

—Don't leave anyone alive, there's not much to save, this blood spilled here is not good blood, to maintain peace it is necessary to shed this bad blood.

— Whatever you say, — he says, not approving of the decision.

—Wait! Let them leave one of them alive, just one who can warn the others, who can tell them what awaits them.

—You heard your lord! Come on, come on!

Elian's passion

— They killed many innocent people, newborn or transformed puppies, don't forget that when they ask for mercy.

The Celt watches every single fight, interferes in only one, takes the beast by the back, lifts it by the neck with his left hand, with his right he tears off the wolf skin and the wearer's hide leaving the flesh alive revealing before him a woman with oriental features, he lets her fall at his feet, her back touching the ground, William's right knee on her chest, his right hand closes around her neck, he begins to speak in Japanese, having no answer, Chinese, nothing, Korean, Taiwanese, nothing, finally he spoke in Indonesian she answered. He said a few words to her, he stands up, changes to biped, arrives at one of the fights, takes one of those beasts, splits it in half, tears off its head and takes it to the woman.

"That's what's coming for the others. Go and tell them what happened here," the girl says, grabs her head, and runs away.

—William, Omar and Iye watch her leave.

"Will, do you think that was enough of a warning?" Iye asks.

"I hope so. I don't want any more blood on my hands or yours, my friend." He patted Iye on the left shoulder. "Omar, I'll continue on my way to meet up with Elián and continue blazing the trail. Are you coming with me?"

—Of course. I had already agreed with him that we would clear a path for him to Russia. Loke, Alf, and their daughters are waiting for him on that side, and I suppose some of the Russian packs as well.

—Hmph! If my memory serves me correctly, Vladisval and Yura are still the Alphas of their packs, and those are the largest packs in all of Russia.

—I haven't had the pleasure.

"Okay, my friend, you're going to have a tan," he grabs Omar by the neck and smiles happily. "Iye, you're in charge."

He and Omar get on all fours and begin their walk, leaving behind the fierce fighting. As the two advanced through the forest, the noise of the fighting faded away. Confidently, they continue their walk through the dark night. They are almost through the forest and onto the main road that would take them to Alaska when they are intercepted by another group of beasts. One of them grabs William from the side, throwing him far away. The same thing happens to Omar. Those attacked fall one after the other and recover from the blow. William places himself in front of Omar and sees that there are five of them. He makes a small noise to alert the tanned man. One of the beasts jumps from the top of a tree, falling on top of William. He places its left claw on his neck. Omar lunges to help, but is thrown several meters. The beast begins to growl under its breath, "talking." With an agile movement by William, the beast is thrown through the air, hitting a tree, splitting it in half.