Aries, Alex, Matt and Warren were now struggling to rip off the rouges head and protecting Althea's still unconscious body. Matt and Warren had now transformed into their werewolf forms and was biting off the limbs of as much rouges as they could, be it their arms or their head.

Aries was ripping out their hearts or tearing their guts apart. Whatever he could grab with his elongated finger nails, he would pull the life out of it. Meanwhile Alex kept circling around Althea's body as the three fought. Anyone that got past those three, he took them down instantly, without mercy.

This went on for long time. It seemed as if the number of rouges they had on their hand was infinity. No matter how many they took down, they kept on coming with more, equally vicious and inhumane. Time was not their side it seemed. Matt was now limping as one of the rouges got his leg and bit him hard before Aries rushed to pull the rouge off him and twist its neck. Aries himself was bleeding heavily from the right side of his temple and his right arm. But nonetheless, he didn't look fazed by it, only his heavy breaths proved otherwise.

Warren was now surrounded by the rouges, two were biting his hind legs while he bit the third one's neck. It was an end game for him if not for Alex. He grabbed one of the rouges who had his leg and threw him across the field who ended up hitting against the tree. Then he went for the next one and pulled his head backwards, twisting it until his bones popped.

Althea aware of all that was happening around her could not help but blame her human body for being so weak. This body failed her. The body of a mortal was not able to withstand her power and was healing at a rate of a tortoise. She knew that this body of hers will soon decay as she was forcing herself to heal as fast as meteors shooting across the sky. But she had to before anymore could go wrong.

She was now able to feel her arms then her legs. She felt energy flow through her body now. She counted to three before she took a deep breath and finally could open her eyes again. Slowly she raised herself up to a sitting position and finally on her two feet.

Now she truly saw the apocalypse surrounding her. The corpse of many laid around, not all body parts where they belong, werewolf or human bodies alike, rouges or pack member alike. The now crimson ground very much visible as it reflected whatever light it got from the moon, almost mistaken for a land of ruby. The vile stench of blood filled the air she now breathed. She saw the war. She felt the war. And she very much felt the knife that drove through her back, piercing her skin. As she looked down, she saw the tip of the knife that penetrated through her body.

She slowly turned around and saw the culprit as he let go of the knife which was now attached to Althea's body. Her arm flew out and grabbed his neck, constricting him of air. The pair of coal black eyes looked at his own pair of greys, burning his soul. He started trembling as fear rose on those grey eyes, his lungs also hungry for air. He saw his end through her eyes, he saw what waited him after his death. But he did not live to tell. If not for Althea's hand still grabbing his neck, he would have crumbled to the ground, like a pieced of paper. A loud pop of his bone filled Althea's ears as the light in his eyes faded and he left the world for his own good.

Althea took a few steps towards the two men who stood now shaken, fear embedding their eyes. They forced the rouges to stand between them but one look from Althea was enough to make them fall on their knees in submission. So, the only thing between the two and Althea was the air that was passing through.

Even though Althea was unconscious before, she had clearly heard their confession. The wicked game they were playing, she was going to end it before the sunrise, she promised herself.

The wind around her started to howl. Her midnight black hair shined from the moonlight. Her coal black eyes deadly and her once tanned skin was turning pale. The aura around her was murderous. She was seeking blood, fury over the top of her head. She saw black that was as dark as her midnight eyes.

The fighting halted. All that were present there felt it as well. Their wandering eyes finally landed on Althea's body, her own crimson body very much visible as it freely flowed down her back and her stomach. The white top she was wearing did nothing to hide it as it painted red itself.

Upon seeing this Alex and Aries both rushed towards Althea. Both their faces masked with worries. But Althea's palm halted them both. She did not want to harm anyone as her monstrous side was starting to peak itself from its shadow. Even Althea herself did not know what she would end up doing.

As Gray's dead body lay on the ground beneath Althea, both Harvy and Gerald lost their composed faces. Fear sipped from their bodies as they smelt their own death. They were not able to step a foot from where they stood, completely paralysed. They were forced to look upon her face as the once innocent and calm face that once laid unconscious, morphed into abhorrence and wrath.

Althea reached for the knife that still connected to her body. Once she felt the hilt, she slowly pulled the knife out as more blood started oozing out from her body. She swirled the knife around so she had a better grip on it. Then she swung the knife faster than the lightning onto one of the men's head whose eyes and mouth alike was wide open.

But all the werewolves saw was a knife in Althea's hand one moment and the same knife on Harvy's head the next. Harvy, whose brain had no more power to connect to its body, started to fall backwards as gravity pulled him to itself. His eyes still wide open as he laid dead on his own pool of blood that was now starting to form around him. Few gasps escaped the lips of the audience as the scene unfolded.

Gerald was not able to take his eyes off Althea even as his friends now lay dead in front of him. Realisation hit him hard. Slow but fatal. His memory took him back to that night. The night when he and his two-friend decided to murder the goddess. He saw the goddess with a small girl with a long midnight back hair.

Now he saw her in front of him only this time she was bigger, she had grown. But she had the same long midnight black hair. The more he looked, the more familiar she looked until he saw it.

He fell on his knees and his outburst of laughter shocked the world.

"The goddess played us once again." He said in between his laughter.

"She left a piece of herself behind. She left you behind." He said pointing towards her.

Anger was prominent in Althea's eyes but she did not say a word. While the world listened to what Gerald had to say, releasing a few gasps here and there.

"Oh, I was such a fool in thinking that I erased her from this world. I cannot rule with you still here. You need to leave the land of living as she did. You need to die." Gerald said as he started shaking with both anger and fear. His lips trembled and his shaky hands slowly reached up to his head and started pulling onto his hair. His eyes bloodshot red, sweat formed and dripped from his forehead.

"I shot the dragger at you fully knowing that she would shield a child from it. I thought I hit the bullseye." At this point he was talking to no one.

"Who knew my target was off from the beginning. You need to die." His trembling voice said as he rose back to his feet.

"You have to die." Then he started sprinting towards her.

His claws swung to slash Althea's chest but she welcomed it. All of them were too late to reach Althea in time and a lot of gasps and no's resonated in the air. Red blood splattered across his face and joined the rest of the red ground. Everyone halted their footsteps and a pin drop silence followed.

Althea stood strong and firm regardless, making Gerald stumble a few steps back.

"Kneel." Althea finally spoke. Her voice commanding. Powerful. Strong. Dominant.

Gerald knew it wasn't the girl that spoke but the goddess that commanded, forcing him on his knees as he looked up to her eyes which was somehow now calm. Althea knew that this man was broken beyond repair, his mind and soul both equally corrupt. He had become so evil that even the creatures of night would avoid his presence. The hell will shut its door upon his arrival. There was no place left for him.

"With the power that I hold, I curse you." Althea said in a voice that was loud and clear for the rest to hear.

"You shall walk the earth until the end of its time. With no one by your side. You shall be miserable and lonely. You will wish you were never born. You shall feel the wrath of goddess as you live in suffering."

"So, you are saying you are making me immortal." Gerald cut her off as a smile started to form in his lips.

"Your immortality is your curse." Althea continued.

"I hereby with the power of goddess, my mother Hela Silvermoon, imbedded in me, I rip you off your title as an Alpha that you love so much and your gift. Your ability to shift that you so much prided yourself with. I seize it from you for the remaining of your life."

"No, no. No. Please no." Gerald started to fuss around once again pulling fistful of his hair.

"You cannot do that to me. You cannot." He started screaming now. But the curse had already taken its toll and he was slowly losing his connection with his wolf.

"I will kill you. I will kill you and everyone here. I will destroy everything you ever loved." He started to scream hysterically.

"You have already done that. Look." She said spreading her arms out so, he and the world could see the damage he had done.

Angry claws mark stretched across her chest, her once white top, now turned crimson and torn beyond repair like her flesh. If not the wound from the knife, this raw wound slowly managed to ooze out all the blood left in her. Some flesh hanged from her body. Her face a reflection of a white sheet of paper. She was near death. Althea knew her mortal body will not be able to take this damage anymore.

"I will be dead soon. But before I do, I shall also take your cunning and manipulative speech away from you. You shall no longer be able to utter a word. You will only see and hear the words of the destruction you have led yourself to be in." Althea added.

"In addition, you will lose all your strength. You shall be weaker than a human. You shall be lowest of the lowest."

Her arms spread out once again. "You have done what you have said you will. Now go on and live my curse." With that Althea forced him to walk away from there. And Gerald with nothing left to lose, walked towards the end of time itself.

Althea knew she didn't have enough time left so she had to fix every wrong. She had wasted too much of her energy and she could feel herself fading. She knew as a normal werewolf she could not do anything now. And she also knew that once she showed her true self now, there was no coming back. She didn't have enough life left anyways. She would soon leave.

So, she turned towards Aries but took a few steps back as she stared into his eyes, remembering her mother's words.

"Everywhere you go, you heal the wounded. You unite the weres. Sane or rouges alike. You are a true goddess, Althea.

"It's time you head back and completed one last task on earth. Then you shall be free. You will be where you truly belong."