C2 Chapter 2

Dylan held a flaming torch in his hand as he galloped out in front of his army and then leaned over to light the thatched roof of the Moabites men. As he did this, the roof caught fire, burning immediately and spreading, too.

The battle between him and the commander didn't last more than fifteen minutes, while his men took care of the Moabites soldiers. Dylan complimented the commander’s men. They were skilled and well-trained. Nevertheless, they can’t match Dylan’s men. His men were faster, brutish, and fierce. They easily cut down the Moab’s soldiers.

In a matter of minutes, Dylan had managed to set the entire village on fire. He galloped through the streets, circling again and again, killing those that managed to make it out of their house unharmed.

All around him, his men did the same. They killed every living thing that came in their path and chased those that were running for safety.

Dylan kept circling all the streets of Moab as the screaming of men pierced the atmosphere. The flame kept going higher, and the sight of it brought special rapture to Dylan’s heart. He loved it. He cherished every moment he spent here. The screaming of the men and women brought peace to his mind. He felt no pity for them, not even the old or young ones.

Dylan believed that their commander and his ignorant soldiers caused their death. If they had accepted his offer and joined his hundred men, none of this would have occurred. But they were just too proud and blind. Perhaps that will teach them a thing or two in their next life.

Dylan couldn’t wait to raid a few more villages before he moved to the next phase. He will teach Sebastian what it means to lose a loved one. It will also teach him not to leave his territory in the hands of humans. Maybe it will lessen his pride and his thought that he was invisible and that nothing or no one could attack him. Once he’s done with him and the middle land, Sebastian won’t have time to regret his action. It will be too late for him.

Dylan smiled at the thought of what he would do to every town he came across. He will offer them a chance, which he is sure they will lose. Even if they meet his terms and conditions, Sebastian will still find a way to break the promise. He will only use them for his gain. Once he was done with them, he would turn against them before they could think of going to safety. He will ruin them all and make sure that nobody survives. That has always been his motto since the beginning, even before the death of Xavier Knoll.

In all the towns, countries, and territories that Dylan had conquered, he had always followed one rule: crush and destroy everything in your path. Take no prisoners. Burn everything to ash. Leave no stone untouched. Spare no beings, either boys or girls, so that no one will revive the town, bring up the old way, plot revenge, or gather rebellion to start a riot or civil war.

Once everything is over, there will be one way. His way. He will go to the outside kingdom, a place where no one knows him—the human realm. It’s where he always gathers packs. It’s very easy for him that way. All he had to do was promise them eternal life, strength, and beauty. Since humans are greedy, it made everything easy for him. They will worship him like a god, obey his law, and do everything he commands them to do.

Dylan loved it that way. He can’t take the risk of turning humans from the middle land. They already knew so much about the night-walking creature, and that means they will be hard to command. They could easily start a riot, leave his pack, and join another. So, Dylan likes doing everything that will favor him and give him less trouble. And, it always worked for him.

Alpha Dylan and the humans he turned to werewolves had conquered town after town, territories, and regions. He had thousands of wolves at his command. All of them obeyed him and wouldn’t dare defy his order. They don’t keep him waiting if he summons them, even if they were in the middle of an important meeting in their territory. If any of them dare disobey or rise against him, he will crush them. He has done it many times, and he still loves doing it. In fact, nothing gave him more joy than going to war, killing, and feeding.

Dylan could have conquered the middle land many years ago, too. But he leaves it because it belongs to his cousin, Xavier. The middle land had always been their home ever since the reign of the first Xavier Knoll. But now that the third Xavier is dead, killed by Sebastian, Dylan will seize the opportunity to take control. It had always been his dream from the beginning. It was what he desired. Since they had made the mistake of killing the only being that was holding him back, it was time he acquired everything for himself.

Dylan smiled at the thought of what he would do to Sebastian. He will not just destroy Sebastian and ruin everything he loved, but he will torture them first.

Dylan grinned widely as he imagined how he would cut Sebastian’s flesh into different pieces, and send the butchered parts to different places. He wants it to serve as an example for those that were plotting something bad behind him, and also to serve as a warning to everyone that might try rising against him. After that, he will decapitate the heads of everyone that Sebastian cherished, shrink them, and preserve them. Maybe he will even use it to forge a new necklace since the current one he was using was destroyed in the last battle he fought. Dylan enjoyed the thought. He had already imagined the type of necklace he would make with the shrunken's head.

Dylan stopped circling the street and rode to the crumbling wall of the Moabites. A few hours ago, it was standing firm. But now it has been reduced to nothing but ashes. Dylan rode after the remaining villagers that were lucky to escape and ran for safety. He chased them, his hundred men riding fifty paces behind.

Before the blink of an eye, he caught up with them, unveiled his claws, and started stabbing them from behind. His men caught up with him too and joined the killing. He could see their victim's blood filling the earth, and he felt proud of his men. His day is starting to feel awesome. His mission is proving successful.

Dylan veered around, turning his gaze to his men and saying, “Bring me the commander” He hollered at them.

Dylan intentionally let him live. He had already battled him and defeated him. The commander was great and skillful. No wonder he looked down on him. Nevertheless, he couldn't defeat Dylan.

Dylan watched as his men parted ways, and one of his men pushed the commander forward. He was bound with a silver chain, his nose broken, his face battered, and his mouth bleeding. Dylan had done a great job torturing him.

The man who was leading the commander kicked him, and the commander stumbled forward before he was forced to kneel in front of Dylan. Yet he shows no sign of fear.

Dylan circled him and smirked, “I warned you earlier, didn't I?”

However, the commander remained mute. He shows no sign of listening to Dylan or giving attention to all the surrounding men. It was like they didn't exist. Besides, he had no choice. Whether he replies or not, Dylan will still slaughter him. He preferred keeping his mouth mute.

“I said I will make you glimpse as I burn your town to ashes,” Dylan continued. “You should've allowed me to walk through your town, and none of this would have happened.”

As soon as Dylan stopped speaking, the commander did the unexpected: he split on Dylan's face.

Before anybody could react, the man behind the commander unsheathed his claw, stabbed him in the chest, and brought out his heart.

Dylan chuckled. What one of his men just did showed that they will be loyal to him for eternity. It’s exactly what he wants.

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