Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 53: Fight Over Her

Lethia had once heard rumours about Lycans who fought in their beast forms and wouldn’t stop until one of them dropped dead. ’They won’t fight like that, right?’

She dragged her hand from her forehead to the back of her head in frustration, pacing left and right, trying to figure out how the hell she was supposed to break them up.

But their clashes were brutal and too damn fast, no way she’d risk becoming a chew toy in the middle of that wild brawl.

She stepped back instinctively as Caelum elbowed Renar, knocking them both down right in front of her.

With the way their faces were already bloodied and bruised, she doubted this fight would end anytime soon.

A part of her wanted to feel bad when blood streamed down Renar’s temple, but their healing systems were faster than most werewolves’, so really, she shouldn’t be that worried about their well-being.

A woman’s laugh rang out, pulling Lethia’s gaze up. Callista stood on the second-floor balcony, clearly enjoying the show, her rich giggles echoing like she was at a bloody opera.

With that sly glint in her eyes and the smug curl of her lips, it was obvious she had zero intention of stepping in to stop the beasts from tearing each other apart.

Lethia scoffed with a low chuckle, never once imagining the civilized citizens of Ashenhold could brawl like some backwoods Alpha strength tournament in the countryside.

She rubbed her stomach, deciding maybe she should just worry about herself at this point.

Should she join Callista upstairs and enjoy the show with snacks in hand? Her stomach growled hungrily, clearly, it thought the idea wasn’t half bad.

Lethia glanced around and spotted Renar’s car parked and the front gate wide open.

She remembered clearly that the car could drive itself.

She walked closer, wondering if maybe she should just get in, drive off to find something to eat, and come back later when they were done with their testosterone circus.

But as she moved toward the car, her hand instinctively patted her pockets—then she stopped.

Her bag. Her phone.

Lethia let out a heavy sigh, frustration sinking into her bones. She shut her eyes tight and turned back to see Renar and Caelum still going at it, nowhere near running out of steam.

’Whisney...’

["What? Do you need me now?"]

’Can’t you just shoot fire at them and make them stop? Isn’t fire one of the nine-tailed fox’s powers?’

["Ah... good point. But—"]

The fox went silent for a beat. Not like her usual self—the overly chatty, manic little shit she was.

’But what?’

...

’Whisney!’

["But, you can’t just order me around like that, darling... I’m the one who’s supposed to give you power."]

Lethia’s bait didn’t work. She thought they were friends now and could ask for a favour. But the way Whisney answered... something felt off. She wasn’t her usual ecstatic, laugh-like-a-madwoman self.

Lethia frowned, suspicion twisting her gut.

She decided to head back inside the house, thinking her bag might’ve been left in Caelum’s room.

She rushed her steps, but suddenly her foot caught on something, nearly sending her face-first into the floor.

Her eyes went wide as she tried to trace the thing that tripped her in the dark—then a sly smile tugged at her lips as an idea formed the moment she figured out what it was.

Meanwhile...

"How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?" Renar growled through ragged breaths, his fury crackling in the air as he and Caelum gripped each other’s collars in a violent deadlock.

"What right do you have to be angry?" Caelum snarled back, sweeping Renar’s leg with a sharp kick.

They both crashed down,

Caelum was instantly on top of him, tightening his grip around Renar’s collar until the man started choking.

"I’m her guardian," Renar gasped, pinned and running out of air.

But with a flash of desperation, he yanked Caelum forward by the collar and slammed his forehead into Caelum’s skull—then drove his knee hard into the bastard’s gut, sending Caelum flying over his shoulder.

Caelum shook his head, dazed from the hit, before scrambling back to his feet in a crouch, catching his breath. "Fuck that bullshit, brother," he spat, lunging again without missing a beat.

Renar, coughing and barely steady on his feet, clutched his throat—but when Caelum came swinging again, he ducked just in time and caught him from behind.

In one brutal move, he lifted Caelum and slammed him down onto the ground.

Caelum lay facedown, unable to move as Renar pinned his arms behind his back.

He was fuming—every damn attempt to summon his clone had failed, because Renar knew exactly what he needed: thirty seconds of pure focus. And Renar hadn’t even let him have five.

Renar knew Caelum was immobilized, but keeping him locked like this would only give him a chance to summon that creepy clone.

No. He wouldn’t allow it. He had to knock him out cold before he could even begin to summon it.

Renar flipped Caelum onto his back, curling one fist tight, charging up that brutal finishing blow, the kind that could crack solid concrete if it landed.

Caelum, realizing what was coming, threw him a mocking grin and muttered, "I bet you’re still a coward right now... just like back then."

He smirked, like he was daring Renar to knock him out.

His words only fueled Renar’s fury. His eyes blazed, his clenched fist trembling as the rage surged.

The second he swung his fist, right before it crashed down—

A sudden blast of water sprayed full force into his face.

Renar staggered, caught off guard, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head as the pressure slammed into him over and over again.

He dropped to the garden ground, dizzy and dripping, barely upright.

Lethia lowered the water shotgun and tossed it to the ground.

"So," she huffed, amusement dancing in her eyes, "can I get the attention now?"

Finally, she managed to break up their brawl.