Kill Anna and Greg

Greg’s POV

I deflected a rogue’s attack with a flick of my wrist, sending it flying into a wall, but my focus remained on Cole. “What does it matter now, Cole?” I snapped back, frustration boiling over. “We have bigger problems than your little spy games.”

Cole’s face twisted in rage, his eyes glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns. “You betrayed me, Greg! You’re playing with fire, and you’re going to get burned.”

A rogue jumped at us, teeth bared and claws outstretched, but I didn’t hesitate. With a simple wave of my hand, I summoned a torrent of wind that sliced through the rogue, tearing it apart before it even reached us. Cole didn’t even flinch, his gaze still locked on me as if I were the true enemy.

He zipped toward me, faster than any rogue, his movements a blur. I barely had time to react before his fist connected with my jaw, sending me crashing into a marble pillar that shattered on impact. I staggered to my feet, wiping blood from my mouth as I glared at him.

“You want to do this now?” I spat, the taste of iron on my tongue. “Fine. Let’s finish it.”

We collided in a fury of punches, kicks, and supernatural power. Cole was faster, his werewolf strength outmatching mine, but I had something he didn’t—magic. I summoned fire to my hands, searing his arm as he swung at me, forcing him back. But he was relentless, attacking with a speed and ferocity that left little room for me to counter.

Cole lunged, pinning me against the cracked stone wall. His eyes were wild, filled with a mixture of hatred and something else—betrayal. “You don’t deserve any of this,” he growled, tightening his grip. “Not the pack, not the throne, not her.”

I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him see my pain. “And what do you deserve, Cole? To be king of a broken pack? To rule over ashes?”

Before he could respond, Anna joined the fight, leaping between us in her fox form.

She snapped at Cole’s legs, her small but deadly form a blur of motion as she tried to break his hold on me.

Cole snarled, shoving her aside with so much force she smashed into the wall and temporarily passed out.

“No!” I growled and I seized the moment.

Summoning a blast of wind, I pushed him back with enough force to send him crashing through a wall.

The impact was catastrophic. The entire side of the palace groaned under the strain, and within seconds, the three-story structure began to collapse. Stone, wood, and debris rained down around us as the palace crumbled, burying everything in a cloud of dust and destruction.

We were all thrown to the ground, our bodies slamming into the earth with bone-rattling force.

Any ordinary person would have died but we were mythical creatures. We could not die. Not like this.

The dust settled slowly, revealing the wreckage of what had once been a symbol of power and might. But we were still alive—bruised, bloodied, but alive. Our enhanced durability had saved us from the worst of the collapse, but it was clear that the fight had taken its toll.

Cole stood amidst the rubble, his eyes still locked on me, unwavering and filled with cold fury. He dusted himself off, his posture still that of a king, unbent and unbroken despite the ruins around him.

“This isn’t over,” he said, his voice low and venomous. “I don’t care where you go, Greg. I don’t care how far you run. I will find you, and when I do, I will kill you both.”

I stared back at him, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a death sentence. There was no reasoning with him, no way to explain or make him see that we were on the same side—or at least, that we should have been.

I turned to Anna, who had shifted back into her human form, laying naked on the ground and breathing heavily as she looked at me with fear and resolve. I grabbed her hand, pulling her close. “We need to go,” I said, my voice breaking as I steadied my breathing. “Now.”

Without another word, we sprinted through the ruins, dodging fallen beams and broken stone as we made our escape. We reached my Bugatti, and I threw open the door, ushering Anna inside. My mind raced as I slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.

As I started the engine, Anna turned to me, her eyes searching mine. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “What do we do now?”

I stared straight ahead, the road stretching out before us like the uncertain future we were about to face. I didn’t have answers, only the instinct to run, to get as far away from this place as possible. “Anywhere,” I said finally, my voice barely a whisper. “Anywhere but here.”

I floored the gas, and the Bugatti roared to life, speeding away from the pack that had once been my home. The palace grew smaller in the rearview mirror, a crumbling reminder of what we had left behind—and what was still chasing us.

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King Cole’s POV

I stood in the ruins of what had once been my palace, my kingdom’s pride reduced to rubble around me.

Dust hung in the air, settling on the shattered stone and splintered wood. I clenched my fists, feeling the sting of fresh cuts and bruises that my healing factor hadn’t quite taken care of yet.

My anger simmered beneath the surface, a violent storm waiting to explode.

Among the wreckage, I spotted a tattered robe draped over a fallen column, its royal blue fabric now smeared with dirt and ash. I picked it up, brushing off the dust before slipping it on to cover my naked frame, pulling the hood over my head as if to shield myself from the harsh reality around me.

The weight of my failure, of losing control of my pack and my brother, pressed down on me, but it only fueled the burning rage inside.

I stepped out of the broken palace, each step echoing my determination. The courtyard was littered with the bodies of rogues, the few remaining either lying dead or having fled in fear.

My once-proud kingdom now looked like a war zone, a battleground scarred by betrayal and violence.

I scanned the area, searching for anything that could be salvaged, any semblance of the order I had once maintained with an iron grip.

Elder Raxon approached me, his expression a mix of concern and reverence. He’d been with me through thick and thin, always ready with counsel, even if it wasn’t always what I wanted to hear. Today, though, there was no room for hesitation or second-guessing. Today, I needed action.

“What do we do now, Your Majesty?” Raxon asked, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of unease. “The rogues are scattered, but Greg and Anna…they’re gone. If we don’t act soon—”

I cut him off with a sharp glare, my eyes burning with unspoken fury. “Greg and Anna are a threat that cannot be ignored any longer. My own brother, my blood, has betrayed me for the last time.” I paused, the weight of my next words sinking in. “I want you to find people—hunters, mercenaries, anyone who is willing to get their hands dirty. I want them to go after Greg and Anna. No mercy, no hesitation. End them both. Permanently.”

Raxon nodded, his expression grave. He understood the gravity of my command, the finality in my voice. “I’ll make the arrangements, my king. I’ll find those who are ruthless enough to get the job done.”

“See that you do,” I said, my voice cold and unyielding. “I don’t care how far they run. I don’t care what it takes. They don’t get to walk away from this. Not after what they’ve done.”

Raxon bowed slightly before turning and walking away, already making plans to set my orders into motion.

As he disappeared into the chaos, I took one last look at the remnants of my palace. My kingdom was wounded, but it wasn’t broken. Not yet.

This war wasn’t over—it was just beginning.