Chapter 35-The Final Battle

The sounds of muffled footsteps behind me both in wolf and human form reminds me that the final battle is only moments away. The sky is fading from the indigo of night to a darker blue, with hues of red, purple, and pink on the horizon.

[Remember to keep the link open to receive orders.] I hear Albot state through the open link, a resounding “Yes, sir”

from the hundreds of wolves joining us in this battle replying back. I smile, already seeing how great a King Albot makes. Once this war is over, I can plan his coronation and then together we can plan a wedding.

It isn’t long until we make it to the meadow, the flower buds still closed, waiting for the right time to bloom. I think back to the first time I met my father, watching the scene of my adoptive mother finding me in this very field, as well as the memories I have of the two of us running around and picking these flowers to decorate the palace halls.

Now, on the edge of the meadow, I can see Coro on the other side, his wolves—both Rogues, some still containing their sanity as well as some on the verge of turning Soulless, mixed with Soulless in various stages of their beast side taking over—spread out along the edge, the stench of filth and rot blowing towards us on the wind.

“Hello, Little Sister.”

Coro calls out with a cackle, his sky-blue eyes staring at me.

“Cut the crap, Coro. You know I do not view you as family.”

I retort, standing straighter and holding my head high. His smirk drops as he eyes me, and I can only imagine what is going through his mind.

“Whether you see me as family is of no relevance, Crystalline. We share the same blood.”

He flippantly says, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. I glare at him, not wanting to play into his word games. Suddenly, his eyes shift from me to the she-wolf standing to my right, a lust-filled look filling his face as he eyes Geminie.

“Ah, my Geminie. So nice to see you are doing well. Maybe I will let you live and take you as a mate after all this. A Queen with Royal Blood, even if diluted, will be perfect by my side.”

He taunts. Ariven shifts closer to his mate, a feral growl sounding through the meadow. We all know Coro raped Geminie as a child. He tried to force a mark on her five years ago. The question now is who will kill Coro first—me or Geminie.

[The moment the flowers bloom, all Trackers are to rush the weaker wolves. Focus on the Soulless on the verge of death. If you have to, work in pairs. Hunters, you go for the Rogues that are the strongest. Those are the ones who will be using their knowledge and not their instincts to fight.] I command, letting Coro continue to try and taunt us from the other side into starting the battle before the flowers have bloomed. But we know better.

[Can we slowly start to make our way around the forest? We can make it to them just in time for the flowers to bloom.] Scarlet, one of Amberle’s Trackers, asks. I think over the question for a moment, looking to the sky to see the small rays of sunshine slowly starting to stretch across the sky. The flowers will bloom any moment now.

[Yes, but only those confident enough to stay as silent as the wind.] With that, I feel a shift as some wolves fade back. Trackers always amaze me with how ghostlike their movements are, rivalling my own. It would be easier for them to kill the Soulless and let their souls become whole again and rejoin the wolves on the other side. Maybe they could be reborn as sane wolves and find love and a better life.

[Those from the Royal Pack, you will help to kill the wolves that are the weakest. I know your speed, and it is just below that of the Trackers. Again, all of you, Hunters and Guards, can pair up if you see fit.] I continue the orders.

[If you see anything suspicious or need help, send it through the link.]

"Crystalline, this war will be over if you just hand me your crown." Coro’s voice brings my attention back to him after the orders have been sent. I can see his cocky smile once again on his face as I scoff at his words. I will not give my Crown to him willingly.

“If you want my Crown so badly, then you will have to take it from my dead body.”

I shout back, letting out a low growl. I can see a flash of anger in his eyes as he stares at me, his cocky grin falling from his face.

“If that’s how you want to play it, then so be it, Little Sister. Today, your short reign as Queen will come to an end, and I will kill you.”

His words are spoken angrily, his hatred for me felt through the air. But he has nothing to be angry about. Had he been a good older brother, we could have fought for the throne properly as pups. I could have lived in the era I was born in and grew up with my twin. But Coro brought this disaster upon us himself. Today, he will be the one to die.

Silence settles between the two sides, only the occasional growl and snarls filling the air. And then the sun rose and with it came the blooming of the moonflowers. Their white petals cover the ground in a blanket of floral scents. It’s a shame that now their will be blood staining their purity.

“Attack, my soldiers, and bring me my sister’s head!”

Coro commands, a resounding scream coming from his wolves. This is all we need for my army to rush forward, the final battle now beginning.