The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 218: The War - The East Without It’s King

The North and South crossed into Eastern territory as though they were ghosts. Their blood was suppressed, auras folded inward, and their heartbeats slowed by discipline and old magic.

Wolves moved in staggered lines through the lowlands, their boots pressing into ash-soft soil. They believed Cain had gone to the west, and the east would be a little hollow without him. At least they would have a chance to crush his territory without him here.

Alpha Darius of the North raised a fist, and the column halted. Bloodmoon Vanguard warriors froze instantly, their bodies trained to lock mid-motion without sound. South wolves followed a heartbeat later, their reaction slower, but just enough.

Ahead lay the Eastern stronghold’s outer reach. They had expected torches, guards rotating every second, and, of course, other defence mechanisms, apart from the tall walls that surrounded every inch of the territory.

But they were met with uncomfortable silence.

Darius’s jaw tightened. There was a small pressure in his bones as the clouds above covered the silver crescent Moon, as if something was about to happen. He trusted his instinct. But they couldn’t afford to waste time.

He dropped his fist, and the command travelled.

The ambush began.

Some North Wolves surged forward first, fast and eager, already in wolf form, eager to begin the fall of the east-

—When the moving cloud covering the Moon passed, revealing the Darkness swallowing starlight, its presence passed down like a hand around every wolf’s throat.

The Void Moon.

Every Alpha felt the effect first, and their eyes widened in shock. What the hell was that?!

—and the world exploded.

The ground beneath the attacking Wolves detonated upward as sigils flared blood-red. Wolves were hurled into the air, their bodies snapping mid-flight as shockwaves sent their blood folding inward. The first scream barely finished forming before it was crushed out of existence.

Floodlights ignited from above the walls, and the Obsidian wolves emerged, rising from the shadows in perfect formation.

They gave out neither a roar nor silence. They stepped out in human form, advancing in silence, their weapons already mid-swing. They all moved like executioners who had already been told the outcome.

A scream of pain erupted from the South wolves as the Void Moon hit them fully. Their visions blurred, instincts scrambled, and their muscles locked.

It was all effects of the Void Moon, which only happened once in a millennium. The Void Moon always acted against wolves, as though the Moon Goddess had grown angry with all the wolves in existence.

But Cain had figured out the Void Moon was going to happen tonight, and had also anticipated the war starting after his departure and had made sure he had trained the East wolves especially for this day.

That’s why they didn’t transform. They’d trained their physical bodies, forced their wolves to adapt to the roaring pressure and pain just enough to overcome the effects of the Void Moon.

A South Alpha charged, battling through the pain and restrictions with raw force, careless and Hot-headed.

A figure stepped into his path.

Rex.

His eyes burned molten gold as he caught the Alpha’s claws midswing. With one sharp twist, he dislocated the Alpha’s shoulder, drove a knee into his chest, and crushed his throat with a downward strike.

The large wolf collapsed to the floor, its eyes dull and lifeless.

"Advance," Rex said calmly.

The East obeyed.

Gunfire erupted, along with controlled bursts and silver-laced rounds punching through ribs, skulls, and spines. South wolves fell in clusters, tripping over each other as panic surged. Their formations disintegrated within seconds.

But the North held.

Bloodmoon Vanguard moved as one, their shields raised, and bodies interlocking. They took the brunt of the East’s advance head-on, absorbing blows that would have shattered lesser wolves. Silver burned through them, and silver bullets tore muscle and bone, but they kept coming.

Darius shifted fully, bones cracking as his wolf surged to the surface. He slammed into an Obsidian warrior, claws tearing flesh, blood spraying hot.

The North wolves were doing far better than the South. They were built for resistance and battle, and although the Moon had its crushing effects on them, their blood did its best to reject its corruption upon them. But yet, they were still collapsing.

Jarred stepped out of the dark behind them, his eyepatch gleaming faintly under the obsidian light. He slid between bodies, his claws silently cutting tendons, throats, and arteries with precision.

His speed was terrifying, and Commander Alphas from the South, who were already weak, dropped without warning, and signals failed.

The North’s Cohesion began to fracture even more.

"Hold the line!" Darius roared.

A Vanguard warrior beside him took a blade through the spine and collapsed without a sound.

Then, the Void Moon deepened. The night was engulfed in nothing but darkness, and the pressure of it was unheard of.

South wolves were no longer retreating, they were dying where they stood. Some tried to flee, only to find the darkness ahead of them solidify into walls of force and east warriors taking advantage of it.

Rex waded through bodies, blood splattering his arms, his movements efficient and merciless. He tore through a cluster of South enforcers, snapping one neck, and crushing another’s skull with his bare hands.

"North still standing," he noted coolly.

Jarred’s voice crackled through the comms in reply, "Not for long."

The East tightened the net and set another form of attack that further tested the endurance of the North wolves. Their bodies screamed under prolonged combat, their veins now glowing faintly as corruption resistance fought the Void Moon’s drain. They rotated the wounded, and they dragged the dying back into formation.

They refused to fall.

Darius locked eyes with Rex across the carnage.

He was weak, but he was still an Alpha.

Darius charged toward the beta, knocking out every single east warrior in his path. Their human bodies met like colliding storms.

Rex caught him mid-shift, driving him back with brutal force. Claws raked across Rex’s chest, drawing blood, but Rex didn’t flinch. He headbutted Darius, cracking bone, then slammed him into the ground hard enough to crater the earth.

Darius roared and slashed into him deeply by his side.

For the first time that night, Rex bled meaningfully.

Around them, the North was buckling, and the South’s survivors were on their knees or dead.

This should have been the end.

The battlefield was now filled with dead bodies, heavily wounded and crying wolves that couldn’t breathe.

Yet, everyone had the same question in their mind: How did the east wolves know that the Void moon was coming, enough to train themselves to adapt to its traumatic effects? Could they see the future or what? Because not even Wolf constellations saw this one coming.

And that had changed the tide of the war. The North and South were losing. Everything around them was failing and breaking.

This battle to claim the east seemed to have already been won.

But the North were not about to give up so easily. Their blood was made for battle, this kind to be precise. Even if it killed them, they would keep on resisting the corruption and would not turn back till the East has fallen.

"Charge!!" Darius yelled powerfully, commanding with his Alpha blood, "Hold the line and charge forward!!!"

Then, a slight pressure rippled in the air around them.

Just slightly. But enough for almost everyone to pause and feel it.

They all felt as the Void Moon’s grip loosened slightly around the battlefield.

Rex felt it immediately, and his eyes narrowed. The Void Moon was supposed to last all night - it’s supposed to be the most painful, destructive night known to Werewolves. And if the grip was loosening, it means something was wrong.

He looked straight ahead in the direction of the West, his eyes widened slightly as figures emerged.

Thousands of wolves walking predatorily into the battlefield.

Alpha Ashbourne stepped into the obsidian light, his blood singing in his veins. Around him, Dark Horse warriors stood, their presence warping the air itself.

Wolves gasped as their regular instincts snapped back into place. Vanguard warriors straightened, breathing hard but alive.

Rex stared at the newcomers.

This wasn’t part of the equation. What was the West doing here? He had assumed Cain already had the West under control, so why on earth was this happening?!

Darius dragged himself upright, staring at the incoming wolves. He wasn’t sure if they were allies or foes, and he didn’t trust any West wolf one bit.

But with their presence, with their blood activated and their ability to fracture fate, the effects of the Void Moon wasn’t as crushing as it was before. It was much easier to handle.

South wolves were standing up. Injuries were healing much faster.

But it wasn’t the same for the Injured East wolves.

They could still feel the effects of the Void Moon. Which means...the West wasn’t here to help them. They were here as backup for the South and North.

And the tide of the battle was about to change.