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Or even discern the screams for help that came through the mind link.

Why the emotions had called out to him so much. Dexter had simply carried out his duty to protect the civilians trapped in the stadium, hoping reinforcements would come in time…

He’d never paid attention to those that were defeated either.

Now that he had the time to take in his surroundings, the injured delta lumbered over to the slender sandy brown wolf that had tried to help him and nuzzled her neck.

Expecting the warm fur and rhythmic breathing of an unconscious werewolf, nothing had prepared him for what he felt. His muzzle was met by the cold touch of death.

She was dead…

And so were the pack warriors.

‘The screams of terror in the mind link…’ he voiced…

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“Now, do you understand?” Katie asked.

Katie had always been the person who felt she had to protect everyone she cared about. As a Royal, it was no doubt she could feel the same things he felt in his pack link, only that she wasn’t simply connected to their small pack here in Brigadia.

She was connected to every werewolf in the world. Imagining what the Luna was going through was beyond his capabilities. He could only try to empathise with her.

She was probably going through a much greater form of torture. The mere fact that she was standing before him was proof enough of her strength.

Now he understood why she couldn’t stay.

Even as she stood waiting for him to come to terms with her words, he could feel the restlessness rolling off her body. It was taking everything to keep her from tearing out the stadium and putting an end to the carnage.

“What’s the message?” he asked.

With that said, the princess began relaying a great amount of information through the mind link to him. A lot of it was explaining what was going on around the world, along with what was happening in Brigadia alone.

She gave him instructions on what to do with the unconscious wolves that had werewolf symbols on their foreheads. According to the princess, there was no telling when they would wake up and they all had to be placed in hospitals and their lives sustained.

She gave him heartfelt messages that he was meant to deliver to individual hunters and her parents, if they were at all in Brigadia.

Messages to the hunters that raised her.

“Is that all?” Dexter asked, a dull headache starting to form in his mind.

“Yeah, that’s all.”

The wolf sighed, “You can’t protect everyone, you know.”

“Yes, I do… but I have help,” the girl replied with a slight smile.

“Ah, the gorilla!”

“Call her that to her face next time,” Katie chuckled, “It’s been nice seeing you, Dexter… Nurse Tilda.” To the nurse, she bowed in respect. The nurse had got a similar dose of information, which explained why she was rubbing her temples.

“Not even the cramming I had to go through in medical school could come close to this,” she muttered under her breath.

“Thank you, Nurse Tilda,” the girl smiled.

“Be careful, Katie! And, I can’t believe I’m saying this… Don’t overdo it. Knowing you… you can get yourself killed performing a training pushup just to make a million of them,” the delta sighed.

“I’ll be careful,” she replied before vanishing right before his eyes.

Just like she’d come, she was gone…

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Katie rushed out the stadium and walked to the edge of the woods. At the edge of the woods, a pair of pigeons fluttered to her shoulders and started cooing for half a minute as the Luna listened patiently.

“Thank you… Keep me updated,” she said when they were done. Her ears extended to the top of her head a white fluffy tail swished at her back before she blurred out of view.

The streets of the Brigadia were starting to calm down, the image left behind, uglier than anyone ever deserved to see.

Humans, hunters, werewolves lay scattered on the ground, either dead or unconscious. The unconscious werewolves were surrounded by insects, untouched but marked as a sign of life to allow the princess to easily identify them as she rushed through the devastated town.

Each unconscious wolf received a blue incandescent mark on its forehead before she proceeded to check the rest of the bodies.

The torn parts of the asphalt took on the shape of a sledgehammer and at rare occasions, the shape of a fist, ‘Goddess’s lotuses, Brunhilde! What were you trying to do? Turn the world upside down.’

‘Perhaps, she’d lost her hammer and wanted to forge a new one out of tar,’ Ashley chimed in.

Katie smiled at her wolf’s humour. If it wasn’t for the chaos rumbling through her mind, she would have laughed but there was work to be done…

The princess sighed, zipping through buildings in tight formations that had her dashing back and forth across the city.

A blue streak painted a line of divine energy sweeping through the town, placing evaluation symbols on the foreheads of the unconscious werewolves that had forcefully gone through their first shifts.

And for the victims of this carnage that were still alive after the onslaught, she placed them at the doorstep of any family that had survived and rang the bell.

Gradually, the frightened families of people that had survived stepped out of their rooms to witness this strange phenomenon. Some found bodies on their front porches and checked them for signs of life.

It didn’t take much to realise what was going on.

The carnage was over… and something was making rounds through the town, too fast to be seen by normal eyes.

Oddly enough, the wind left behind by the being felt like a breath of fresh air. Devoid of the earlier malice and terror that filled the eyes and growls of the rabbid wolves. This one was different…

With it came a sense of safety…

They had seen terror and come close to death. Many who were alive were lucky to be alive. It was going to be a while before the darkness of this day would become a memory and this would come to be known as the darkest day in Brigadia.

The survivors knew not to be afraid… but not to rejoice.

It was time to grieve.