I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

THIRD PERSON POV:

Ambrose heard the alarm, and he instantly thought about Odette. He needed to get to her, needed to make sure she was safe.

Odette was rushing toward the front entrance when she saw the fires growing, and she looked at Emalea and said "Listen, I know you’re not going to like this, but I need you to transform and find the king, and tell him I’m going in, come find me if he can."

Odette knew he’d be pissed she’d run into danger and not return the room like she was told, but a challenge, it would egg him on, he’d find her. Until then they needed help. The fires were spreading faster and growing larger. Smoke was filling the air around the grounds. Soldiers and warriors were running toward the wall, Odette followed. She was faster than many of the wolves here, some transitioned while other stayed in their human form. She was passing them, and the wolves looked between each other with surprise and even admiration, or maybe it was stupidity. Odette didn’t have the time to care.

Instantly it was easy to tell the rogues from the warriors in the pack. The warriors looked skilled and trained and matched in uniform, the rogues where in skins and armor, like a Viking out of a Netflix series.

A rogue was charging at an older man running away. Odette saw it, and picked up her speed, she launched herself off a crate next to a market stall, she flipped and with the wolf mid shift, Odette landed on the rogue’s shoulders, she tucked her body and used the momentum from her jump and her weight to throw the wolf off balance. She released a loud scream that was held deep within her chest.

The older man was on ground, in the snow shaking, "Go, find safety." Odette said to him before rushing off.

Dodging attacks between waring wolves she found one in wolf from sneaking up on a soldier already engaged in a fight.

Odette smirked. She’d been itching to stick her claws into some dogs since she got here, and finally, she had her chance. All the pent of rage, the fury of losing her freedom, the sadness from missing her family, the shame Ezra put on her, and all the mixed emotions surrounding whatever she shared with Ambrose.

She moved with precision, her claws elongated, her speed unrivaled on the field, she cleared the crowded fighters and wounded bodies on the ground. She bent down and with a back handspring she pushed herself off the ground and onto the back of the running wolf. She stuck her claws into its ears. Piercing it’s brain. The wolf tumbled throwing her from its back. It rolled on to the ground twitching and seizing.

She was suddenly hit with an arrow from above. Piercing her shoulder. She let out a loud yell. Her eyes filled with hate and rage. First breaking the arrow, after she ran toward the direction of the arrow.

She’d get the son of a bitch that shot her, and she’d make him eat his own heart.

She could see the man standing on the wall firing arrows at different targets, some he hit, some he missed. She saw the stairs and took them.

He didn’t have a chance to see her coming. She was in an adrenaline-fueled wrath.

When she reached him, she shoved the man over the ledge, he went tumbling down. Odette cleared the wall. Falling, she landed on top of the man. And despite the pain radiating from her shoulder. She slammed his face into the concrete sidewalk. His blood mixing with dirty melted snow.

First his teeth fell from his mouth. She slammed his head over and over and over again until he was motionless beneath her.

She was coated in a layer of blood, and not just her own.

Her eyes glowed with an unforgiving fury, she expelled this murderous intent that repelled weaker wolves, sending them scattering from her.

If she wasn’t wearing the collar there’s no telling the damages she could cause. A beta ranked wolf saw her powerful, confident walk as a threat and charged at her. He launched himself on to her. His weight knocking her to the ground. The wolf grabbed her arm, tearing at her skin with his sharp teeth. She shrieked, the pain from his bite searing her skin. She kept punching the dog in its nose as hard as she could, after one good slam, the wolf released her with a yelp. It tried to shake the pain off by whipping its head around. Odette holding her limp arm with a bite and arrow threw it. She ran at the wolf and roundhouse kicked the wolf sending it flying into a stack of wood set outside of a house.

Another wolf was tearing at the throat of a woman who now laid lifeless in the snow.

Odette took off. Slamming her body into the wolf, knocking it off the dead woman. And like the wolf did to the woman, Odette did the same, except she used her claws, ripping the esophagus clean from the throat of the beast.

She looked like she was on a high, one created by blood lust and anger. She couldn’t tell if it was her aggression causing her to see red or the blood that now covered her face. Her body shaking with adrenaline.

All around them it the sound of snarls and screams. The smell of iron and burning wood flooded Odette’s senses. Another wolf jumped her from behind, raking it’s claws down her back. She let out a blood curdling shriek. Her eyes now glowing a dark blood red turned to face her attacker.

She struck the wolf hard cracking its skull. It yelped before collapsing into the muddied red snow. And she stomped on the wolf’s head smashing it’s skull. She spit on it.

She was dripping in her own blood as well as those of her enemies.

But when she saw it, like a vision, she watched the scene play out in her mind before it even happened.

She saw the blast, the attack, and the death of this little girl cowering behind some barrels.

Odette didn’t waste a second, she didn’t hesitate she just moved. In swift fluid motion she was by the girl’s side. Ready.