Chapter: 64
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Bogo staggered into the heart of RiverBay Pack, his movements unsteady as the dark magic of the vampire coursed through his veins. Every step he took was excruciating, but his determination to protect Dirk spurred him forward. Once he was released by Malta's men, he knew he was in no shape to drive. With much difficulty, he shifted and ran. The air he inhaled felt like toxic acid in his lungs. He could feel the heat coming off his face, his vision blurred, and the sounds of the city faded away. Nothing existed anymore except for the pain and darkness.
Each movement threatened to tear him apart from within, but he forced himself forward regardless. For now, his priority was to find the triplets and ensure Dirk's safety. If he died here, that wouldn't do at all. As a guardian, he had duties—to protect Dirk with his very life.
Bogo's muscles tensed as he fought against the powerful spell that threatened to consume his will. With every step he took towards the heart of RiverBay Pack, the pain in his chest intensified until it seemed there wasn't enough oxygen in the air to keep him alive. He gritted his teeth in frustration, his body swaying back and forth uncontrollably. He couldn't sense the Triplets, and he knew that they must have raised a protective barrier around themselves to protect their mate. Bogo needed to find an alternative that would draw the triplets to him.
The street lamps above cast shadows across the empty street, while the trees made the night a scene of absolute beauty. If this were another circumstance, he would have stopped to admire the beauty of RiverBay Pack. However, tonight was no night for such trivialities.
Despite the compelling urge to lead Dirk into Floridia's trap, Bogo's conscience fought back against the malevolent enchantment. Instinctively veering off course, he sought out Rafe, Tricc's trusted Beta, understanding that the key to thwarting Floridia's plan resided with the triplets. To reach the triplets, he needed to find Rafe. Bogo halted abruptly, taking a moment to sniff the air around him.
"Help me, please," he whispered into the still night. "Guide me to Rafe," he implored with a silent plea. A distant noise caught his attention, prompting him to change direction swiftly towards the sound. Before long, he detected the scent of the Beta patrolling the grounds with other Betas. "Thank you," Bogo whispered once more before stumbling into the clearing.
"Rafe," Bogo's voice strained, yet resolute.
The Betas swiftly encircled him, poised for action, but Rafe intervened, signaling his men to stand down. "Hold," he ordered, then approached, dropping to his knees before Bogo, who lay breathless on the ground. "Do I know you?" Rafe inquired, locking gazes with the Beta.
"I am Bogo, the protector of Dirk-"
"Tristan?" Rafe interjected, astonishment evident as he rose to his feet quickly. "Why are you here? What has happened to you?" Concern overshadowed his initial reaction, softening his features.
Surprised by Rafe's recognition of his wolf, Bogo shook his head, focusing on the urgent task. "Summon the triplets," he gasped, his voice strained. "Bring them here immediately." Rafe hesitated, prompting Bogo to struggle to rise, battling against a wave of dizziness. "Now!" he insisted with all his remaining strength. Catching Rafe's eye, he witnessed the Beta's hesitation. Eventually, however, Rafe nodded and vanished into the darkness with two of his men.
The wait felt like an eternity as Bogo anxiously awaited Rafe's return. It seemed he might not survive until the Lycgers arrived. Time blurred, barely registering when the triplets emerged from the forest. Their arrival brought an ancient magical aura that filled the air. Bogo felt a wave of relief as he observed the triplets emerging together, each wearing a concerned expression.
Seth was the first to approach, his voice tinged with worry. "Bogo, what has happened to you?" Seth placed a hand against Bogo's neck, drawing back slightly in surprise.
"Floridia bewitched me...sent me to lure Dirk to them," Bogo managed to say between labored breaths. The pain was overwhelming, and resisting the vampire's spell was draining both him and his wolf, leaving them weak and on the brink of death. "Please, help us," Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance.
Tricc swiftly knelt beside Bogo, his brothers by his side. The three siblings, each possessing a unique gift, knelt solemnly before Bogo, sensing the imminent danger looming over RiverBay Pack. With a shared nod, the triplets raised their hands, creating a protective barrier around Bogo as they focused their combined energies on breaking Floridia's hold over him.
Energy crackled in the air as the triplets channeled their powers, their eyes ablaze with determination. Gradually, the dark magic enveloping Bogo began to dissipate, leaving him gasping for air. Eventually, the spell dissolved entirely, granting Bogo the freedom to breathe without hindrance. Collapsing onto his side, he breathed raggedly, gazing up at the brothers.
Empowered by the release from the spell's grip, Bogo rose to his feet, his gaze unwavering and resolute. "We must protect Dirk," he proclaimed, his voice firm and resolute.
"Who is Floridia?" Kurt demanded, his gaze penetrating as he peered into Bogo's eyes.
Bogo hesitated, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "She is a vampire and Dirk's step-sister, but she is not acting alone...she is working with Malta. Their intentions regarding Dirk remain unclear to me." His voice faltered, his head lowering briefly as doubt crept in. "They are plotting something big," he whispered. "I am uncertain of their plans, but they must be stopped." His words rushed out in a staccato rhythm, blinking rapidly to combat the encroaching fatigue.
The triplets exchanged glances, and Kurt addressed Tricc. "Now that we have broken Malta's hold on our mate, tell me, brother, may I finally end that wretched creature... I have endured his grasp on Dirk, knowing that his demise would mean Dirk's death, and by extension, ours... But now that his claim is broken, grant me the satisfaction of avenging our mate!" A dark vein pulsed on Kurt's forehead as he spoke, his fury palpable as he yearned to confront Malta for the pain inflicted upon their mate.
Tricc seethed, mirroring his brothers' rage. "I can bear this no longer... Let us bring this to an end once and for all." Turning to Rafe, Tricc entrusted Bogo and Dirk to his care, emphasizing the importance of protecting Dirk. "Take him to our Birth Omega, protect him with your life... Inform him we shall return before nightfall tomorrow... Understood?" His gaze bore into Rafe's eyes with intensity.
"Yes, Alpha," Rafe responded, bowing respectfully before assisting Bogo to his feet and guiding him away.
"You have inherited our grandfather's abilities; I trust you can share them with us," Kurt remarked to Tricc as they shifted simultaneously.
"What is one's belongs to all..." Tricc affirmed, his tiger form emerging. "You must tap into the correct energy." Standing tall before his brothers, his fur shimmering under the moonlight, his eyes gleaming like lightning. "Now, let us fix Malta and mark our mate." He growled with determination.
"Finally!" Kurt roared, charging forward with fierce resolve.
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The triplets arrived at Malta's residence like a force of nature, their forms shifting seamlessly between human and beast as they blurred into motion. Their eyes blazed with a fierce determination, their movements fluid and precise as they swiftly dispatched Malta's men, a horde of over fifty werewolves and vampires who stood guard around the Alpha King's stronghold.
Tricc led the charge, his tiger form a whirlwind of claws and teeth as he tore through the enemy ranks with primal savagery. His roars echoed through the night, a symphony of wrath that struck fear into the hearts of Malta's minions.
Seth moved with unparalleled speed, his Lycan form a blur as he darted between adversaries, delivering swift and lethal strikes that left a trail of fallen foes in his wake. His eyes glinted with a predatory focus, his movements a dance of death that left no room for mercy.
Kurt, the embodiment of strength and ferocity, unleashed a primal fury that shook the very ground beneath their feet. Shifting between Lycan and Tiger, the werewolves could hardly see him coming. His form towered over the compound, a behemoth of power and dominance as he clashed with Malta's strongest warriors, a blend of vampires and werewolves, each blow a testament to his prowess.
Together, the triplets moved as one, a seamless unit of destruction that decimated Malta's forces with ruthless efficiency. The air crackled with energy as their combined might overwhelm the enemy, the scent of blood and fear heavy in the night air.
As the last of Malta's men fell before them, the triplets stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion, their eyes gleaming with triumph. The ground lay strewn with the mutilated bodies of their fallen foes.
"Well, that ended rather quickly." Kurt jokes, swiping bloodied hands over his forehead.
Nodding, Seth replied, "Just as I was about to get into the moment."
Tricc laughed, his gaze fixed on the door up ahead. "The night is still very young, my brothers... Malta is still not dead." He told them and laughed again when he heard them growl.
Such animals.
With a final, resounding howl that echoed through the night, the triplets matched forward. Malta is behind those doors, they can smell his fear, carried by the winds.
What a coward.