Isaac, Stiles, and Boyd stepped forward, their eyes glowing red as they shifted into their full werewolf forms. Their powerful bodies radiated raw strength and dominance, muscles coiled and ready for battle.
They circled the monstrous Leshy, attacking from different directions in a coordinated assault.
The Leshy dug its arms into the ground, and massive vines erupted from beneath, whipping toward them like striking serpents. But they were too fast. Dodging with supernatural agility, they slashed through the vines with ease, their claws slicing effortlessly through them.
Snarling, the Leshy extended one of its arms toward a nearby tree. The massive tree trembled, its bark cracking as it came to life. With a groaning creak, it tore itself free from the earth and charged at Stiles and the other two.
Boyd grinned. "I got this."
He raised his hand, channeling his earth-controlling ability, and formed a massive battle axe made of solid rock. Without hesitation, he dashed forward, weaving between the tree's flailing branches. With a powerful swing, he brought the axe down in a single devastating blow, cleaving the animated tree in half.
But the Leshy wasn't finished. It continued its relentless assault, manipulating the forest itself to shield it from their attacks. Each time they tried to get close, thick branches, twisting roots, and shifting trees blocked their path, preventing them from reaching it.
Realizing it couldn't win, the Leshy changed tactics.
As the three Alphas advanced, massive roots burst from the ground, wrapping around their legs and arms, trying to restrain them. At the same time, the Leshy turned and leaped onto the Nemeton's ancient stump. A green glow pulsed from the tree as the Leshy merged with it, absorbing its power.
The effect was immediate. The surrounding trees twisted and mutated, their bark warping into monstrous faces. Dozens of tree creatures sprouted arms and legs, their hollow eyes glowing with eerie green light.
Not far away, Scott, Allison, Lydia, Malia, Cora, and Erica stood at a safe distance, watching the fight unfold with calm confidence. There was no concern in their eyes. Isaac, Stiles, and Boyd were all Alphas, and their strength far surpassed that of ordinary alpha werewolves.
Only Aiden looked shocked, his eyes darting between the combatants. He is a werewolf himself and he had seen other werewolves fight before, but this was on another level.
Stiles smirked, baring his fangs. "Now this is getting interesting. What do you say, guys? Let's see who can take down the most Ents."
Boyd tilted his head. "Ants? What ants?"
Stiles turned to him in shock. "The Ents. The giant tree people from Lord of the Rings! Don't tell me you've never watched the movies."
Boyd shrugged. "Oh, those things? I watched the movies, just forgot what they were called. But yeah, these guys do look like them."
Isaac groaned. "Guys, now is not the time for movie trivia. They're attacking."
Stiles cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's tear them apart." Then, turning to Boyd, he added. "Hey, can you make an axe for me?"
Isaac nodded. "Yeah, me too."
Boyd smirked and used his ability to create two more rock axes, tossing them to Stiles and Isaac. The three of them roared in unison and charged at the tree monsters.
The battle erupted into chaos. The werewolves moved like blurs, dodging swinging branches and slicing through the tree creatures with their axes. Limbs of wood and splinters flew in every direction as they cut down one opponent after another. But no matter how many they destroyed, the Leshy just kept creating more.
Stiles exhaled sharply and glanced at Isaac. "Okay, this was fun at first, but if we keep going, there won't be any trees left in this forest."
Isaac nodded. "Agreed. This is getting boring."
Without wasting another second, the two disappeared in a blur of speed. Before the Leshy could react, they reappeared beside it and swung their axes, severing both of its arms.
The Leshy let out a deep, guttural howl that echoed through the forest.
Boyd leaped into the air, raising his axe high. With a mighty swing, he brought it down, splitting the Leshy in half.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then, the Leshy's body glowed with eerie green energy. Before their eyes, it regenerated, its form knitting back together as if nothing had happened.
It lifted its arms, and a massive vine erupted from the Nemeton, slamming into the three werewolves with devastating force. They were sent flying but landed gracefully on their feet, unharmed.
Boyd narrowed his eyes. "We can hurt it, but we can't kill it."
Isaac sighed. "Alright, I think I'm done fighting for tonight."
Stiles shifted back into his human form and looked at Scott with a smirk. "It's time for you to shine, Human Torch."
Scott grinned. He stepped forward, stripped off his clothes, and shifted into his full werewolf form, a towering beast, nearly 2.8 meters tall, his eyes burning a fierce, glowing red. Then, fire ignited across his entire body.
With a powerful leap, Scott launched himself at the Leshy.
The creature attacked, sending thick branches and vines toward him, but Scott was too fast. Dodging effortlessly, he closed the distance in an instant. His flaming claws slashed through the Leshy's legs, severing its connection to the Nemeton.
The Leshy let out a horrifying screech as Scott kicked it away from the ancient stump, sending it sprawling onto the ground.
Its legs, now engulfed in flames, did not regenerate.
Scott strode toward it, the fire around his body intensifying.
Desperate, the Leshy swung its arms at him, but Scott caught them mid-air, his fire spreading and burning them away, leaving the creature completely defenseless.
Then, Scott ignited the Leshy's entire body.
It howled in agony as the flames consumed it, its wooden form blackening and cracking.
Just before it perished, Scott placed a hand on the Leshy and recalled the flames back into his body, extinguishing the fire.
The creature lay motionless, barely alive.
Scott turned to his pack. "So… who wants its power?"
The group exchanged glances.
Allison said. "Not me."
Lydia, Cora, and Malia shook their heads.
Then, Erica stepped forward, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'll take it."
Scott nodded. "Go ahead."
She knelt beside the weakened Leshy, pressing her claws into its burned body. A surge of energy passed between them as she absorbed its power.
When she finally stood, her smirk widened.
Scott burned what remained of the Leshy, reducing it to ash.
Stiles asked. "Well? What'd you get?"
Erica turned to a nearby tree, placed her hand on its trunk, and concentrated.
The tree shook. Then, its branches began to move, twisting and bending at her will.
She turned back to them, grinning. "Looks like I got plant control ability."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Can you make tree monsters like the Leshy did?"
Erica shook her head. "Not right now, I can make a tree move but I can't make those tree monsters, my ability is not strong enough. Even the Leshy had to borrow energy from the Nemeton to do it. But if I keep getting stronger… I'll be able to eventually."
Scott shifted back into his human form, put his clothes back on, and glanced around the battlefield. "So… what should we do with the bodies of the people Jennifer and her friends killed? And there are a lot of people unconscious in those vans over there."
Stiles thought for a moment, then said. "Scott, burn Jennifer and her friends' bodies. As for the rest… I'll call my dad to deal with it. Luckily, we got here when we did, Jennifer only managed to kill seven people."
Scott nodded and set the bodies ablaze, erasing any trace of Jennifer's twisted cult.
Afterward, he walked over to Satomi, who was still unconscious, and checked on her. His expression darkened. "It looks like they poisoned her. Let's take her to the animal clinic and see what we can do for her."
Then, Scott went to the Nemeton and placed his claws against it.
Allison approached. "What are you doing?"
Scott exhaled. "I wanted to see if I could absorb its energy… but there's not much left. The Leshy drained it."
After a while, Noah arrived, and Stiles explained everything to him, then the pack left with Satomi while Noah called his deputies to handle the scene.
Once the police had cleared the area and the unconscious victims were taken to safety, the Nemeton suddenly cracked.
A single fly crawled out of the opening and flew away.
Then, from the widening crack, dark shadows began to seep out, twisting, and forming into the shape of a frail old man, nothing but skin and bone.
A wicked grin spread across his face.
"Finally…" His voice rasped. "The Nemeton is weak enough for me to escape… HAHAHAHA!"
Then, his entire body dissolved into shadow and vanished.
To Be Continued… 😊