The Alpha and The Enforcer [TATE] (STILL EDITING)

Chapter 12

My heart clenches, then shatters.

And through the cracks, something ancient stirs.

The air stills. The vines tremble.

Then it happens.

A spark.

I feel fire.

"I thought you were stronger than this," Iron Fist sneered, raising his sword for the final blow. "Turns out you're just another disappointment."

And that's when it happened.

The pain in my chest twisted—not into fear, but fury. White-hot, blinding fury. My hands began to tingle. Then burn. Not in pain, but with power.

Flames erupted from my fingertips.

It starts in my chest — a flicker. A warmth. Then a burn.

Then a blaze.

The vines around my throat and wrists begin to smoke. Not break — evaporate.

Iron Fist stumbles back, eyes wide. "What...?"

Golden flames erupt from my skin like a living pulse. The stone beneath me cracks, scorched by the heat. The air distorts, warping with raw power.

I rise — slow, steady.

Eyes glowing. Hair lifting. Breath like embers.

I don't feel pain anymore.

I gasped as fire licked up my arms, but it didn't hurt. It belonged to me. My eyes widened in disbelief, but there was no time to question it. I stood, and the vines that had begun to slither around my wrists hissed and melted away into steam.

Iron Fist stepped back in alarm. "What... what are you?" he asked.

"I don't know," I whispered. "But it looks like I'm not done."

I surged forward, flames trailing behind me. He threw a dark orb of magic—a ball of pulsing, shadowy energy—but I ducked beneath it, heat rising from my skin like the sun itself had awakened inside me.

I rolled, snatched my sword, and closed the distance in a blink. Iron Fist raised his blade to block—but I was faster now. Stronger. I spun, flame igniting the edge of my sword, and plunged it straight into his chest.

The world stood still.

His eyes locked with mine, wide with shock. Blood spilled from his lips as he gasped, stunned. I twisted the blade deeper.

"I guess you're not as tough as you thought," I said, voice trembling with victory and disbelief.

He dropped to his knees, then crumpled to the ground. Still. Silent.

I reached down, took the wand from his hand, and backed away, chest heaving.

I did it.

'I got it, Lizzy,' I whispered in my mind. 'You're going to be okay.'

With no time to waste, I ran. Down the mountain, through the trees, back toward the pack house. My body ached. My hands still flickered with embers. But I didn't care. I had won.

Or so I thought.

I was running—harder than I ever had. The wand pulsed in my grip like it knew time was slipping through my fingers. I had until sunrise to save Lizzy.

But as the pack house came into view, I froze.

Smoke curled into the sky. The front gate was shattered. Screams echoed. Wolves were fighting—some already down, blood staining the dirt. The pack was under attack.

My heart slammed in my chest. "No..."

I stepped forward instinctively, but then the wand sparked in my hand—reminding me.

Lizzy.

She was fading fast. I felt her weakening inside me, barely hanging on. The ritual needed to be done now. If I delayed even minutes, it might be too late.

I turned back to the burning rooftops. My pack was falling.

Then down to the wand.

One path meant saving my people.

The other meant saving my soul.

And I only had time to choose one.

The first light of dawn touched the horizon.

Unknown POV

From the shadows above, I watched her descend the mountain, a triumphant blaze in her wake. My lips curled into a wicked smile.

She had no idea what she had done. No idea that the Iron Fist she'd killed was merely a shell—a magical replica crafted for this very purpose. I had waited thousands of years for someone like her. Someone strong. Angry. Desperate. Someone to break the seal that kept me bound.

And now... she had.

I stepped toward the spot where my false body had fallen. With a wave of my hand, it vanished into dust.

Inside the mansion, I found the silver vial I'd hidden away, waiting for this very moment. A single strand of her hair clung to the floor where we fought. I plucked it up, dropped it into the potion, and watched as it began to foam and churn, reacting violently. The smell of fire and ash filled the room.

The spell was working.

The prison was cracking.

I turned toward the darkened hall, my eyes glowing.

"I'm coming for you," I whispered.

"And this time, the Lycans will burn."

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