Chapter XXXV

The cavalry made an appearance, Boudica commanded the offensive, Circe and Callisto the sorceresses help their Alpha to recover strength and vitality to his tired body. The Greek with renewed spirits decides to continue the search, but to his surprise another wave reaches them, this time it was not the beasts, no, it was the fallen, the newcomers made everyone retreat due to their impressive physique causing astonishment and fear, none of them had a complete face both the bone and the flesh were visible, their fur was black, rough, like their face they had parts where you could see their bones or their living flesh, their howls were fearful, making even Elian himself tremble, they howled loudly again, high, clear, the howls traveled throughout the enclosure even leaving it frightening those who were outside.

William makes the decision to change at will and his great wolf of more than two meters appears, he did not think twice he went after the enemy showing off his strength he defeats one fallen, another, another, another he went for another his body paralyzes, his fierce eyes change color, his gaze changes losing all traces of humanity and common sense, now his opponents are his friends he growls at them threateningly, shakes his body, locates Elián and heads to attack him however several men confront him defending the Greek, but they could do little against him the Calta makes his way wounding several, he gets rid of his last adversary he courageously looks at the oldest, he does not give him time to defend himself he falls on him, the first blow is received by the silver protections hidden under the clothes, the tails lacerate his right claw, he bites the right shoulder, he did not care about the protective silver he prints more force piercing it and wounding the shoulder.

Elian bites his lips to keep from screaming, William still with his jaws on his shoulder squeezes him and throws him like a rag doll, as soon as the older one stops his path the Celt lunges to give one last blow however Virginia gets in the way falling on top of her, she with her arms open, he with his left claw on her right shoulder and the claw ready to strike, "Stop!" she orders in a commanding voice, he sticks his snout to her face, sniffs her, they stare straight into each other's eyes, Virginia with her free hand signals for them to get out of there and help the alpha, William realizes this, with agile movements he grabs Virginia by the neck and stands up hitting the floor so hard that her left side is severely causing a fracture in her left wrist, as well as an exposed fracture of the tibia and fibula, blood emanates from her mouth, nose and left ear, he gives her a paw on her injured side getting her out of his way, out of combat with his blurred vision he sees how Einar, Alf's youngest daughter, is on his back, wrapping her arms around him to try to suffocate him, while Alana, the eldest, is kneeling with one hand on each of the Celt's legs to resist the spell. William doesn't stop moving, he waves his hands, hitting the girl on his back, Einar holds on tight so he doesn't fall, she's a brave squire, a few blows weren't going to scare her, Alana doesn't stop moving her lips, little by little the huge werewolf gives in until he falls to his knees, Alana places her hands on his face forcing him to look at her, straight in the eyes, leaving him in a kind of trance, after a few seconds they both fall to the floor, the Celt recovers quickly, changes to human, gets up and helps the Nordic to stand up, he is grateful for the help, he realizes the damage he caused to his companions but especially to Virginia, he goes with her to help her, he lifts her in his arms which makes her moan in pain, he cradles her in his chest, he watches the fights, looks for a way to get out of there to keep her safe, he can see a small hole between so many fights, he starts walking but halfway there a girl pulls him out of her arms, "I'll take care of it, go on, go fight," she asks him He caresses her face as he draws away a little blood. He sees her wound, bends down close enough to place a kiss on her forehead. Seeing her so battered, he becomes enraged and turns around and retreats to catch up with Elián, but not before taking two more of the fallen with him. He searches through all the fighting for the Greek's trail until he finds him. He gasps and makes his way back, striking, wounding, killing his enemy.

—Remember to dismember and burn them!

Elian's passion

He arrives with the eldest, though he doesn't say anything, he's ashamed of his actions. The Greek just winks at him. They head through corridors, stairs, and pass another esplanade. The small contingent of ten people again encounter more of the fallen. Each of the men takes up their weapons and forms a circle, leaving the girls in the middle. One of the fallen emerges from the shadows without making a sound. Another rakes his sharp claws along the cold walls, making a terrifying noise that makes everyone put their hands to their ears.

Stop making that noise, the one who stands in front of the contingent growls, the fallen one who emitted the infernal sound stops his walk a kind of smile appears on his face, "protect the girls", behind him Calixto the two get into combat position, the fallen one is the one who initiates the attack and jumps, raises his arms and interlaces his hands forming a single fist with the aim of hitting the Greek's head, Ciro raises his left arm to receive the full impact, an impact that makes him stumble but not fall, in his right hand he wields his weapon, with it he attacks making several cuts without causing much damage, the fallen one with his sharp claws gives a few blows to the chest, with his sword he takes Ciro rising into the air, with that movement the others throw themselves on them, barking, growls are heard from both sides. Cyrus, managing to break free, turns around even though he's high up, jams the claws of his right hand into his opponent's left, causing him to release his legs. He completely lets go of the grip and falls, landing behind the fallen man. The Greek hugs him tightly, plants himself firmly on the ground, gasps, pulls him along, arching his back, causing the fallen man to hit his head on the ground, stunning him to the point that although he too falls to the ground, he gets up like a spring. He steps on his left shoulder, grabs his arm, and pulls it so hard that it comes off. This awakens the fallen man, who tries to overcome it without success. The wolf's savagery takes over Cyrus's humanity, who with just his left leg tears his head off and raises it in a sign of triumph.