Solstice Howl

21

3rd person POV
Neighboring underground facility
Present day

Kurt Blakeney stood at the podium with his cleft chin jutted forward in a domineering way.

His stance told his large group of people all they need to know- war is coming.

Since the unfortunate discovery of zone 4, a plethora of others, hidden all over, agreed to meet at their largest so they could formulate a plan.

And as zone 11's leader stood at the base of the podium, the whole crowd fell quiet as he opened his misshapen mouth. Perhaps he had gotten in a brawl as a young man, leaving his mouth mutilated.

Before he even spoke, it was so quiet that anyone would be able to hear a pin hit the floor.

"It's time," everyone held their breathes in anticipation, still not a peep coming from any perpetrator.

"To win back our world!"

Hoots and war cries filled up the hollow walls, they no longer feared the repercussions of making so much ruckus- they no longer cared.

"These monsters have taken our wives and daughters!" He boomed.

The screams grew more wild as many tried to get over the other just to hear this leader more clearly.

"They have taken our land!"

"But-" Kurt Blakeney stopped himself with a small smirk in the corner of his mouth, causing the crowd to die down and leave murmurs in his wake.

"They will never-" he monotonously stated, then for the first time erupted in a shout of his own, "Take our spirits!"

And with that, the herd of people fought to reach outside civilization for the first time in their whole life, carrying dozens of never before used nuclear weapons.

And in that crowd stood Devin Dawson, once the leader of Zone 4 and a shell of his former self.

MYA'S POV

A deep, empty feeling settled into the center of my chest.

It's weird. The ever-expanding numbness that encompasses you as you grow further and further in distance from your 'other half.'

Half of my heart feels like a silent echo in my chest, quiet cobwebs woven in and out, in and out...

And then there's the other half.

It died with Carter as he took his last breathe.

I have yet to shed a tear, the reality of the situation hasn't dawned on my frazzled brain.

Leaving the continent filled with Luka's followers was going to be the hardest part and we all knew it.

After we flew into the bed of the truck, Dean promptly shifted into a large, nude man. Found it really hard to focus on the grief of losing my best friend when 200 pounds of naked muscle was underneath me.

"I saw that. You just checked me out."

Blubbering, I flew off of him so quick my head span.

"Not going to bother replying to that."

"You just did," Dean sang.

Ignoring his presence, I peaked my head to peer over the rim of the truck and cursed under my breathe.

Not because we were being followed no, but because there was not a werewolf in sight.

"Nala!" Almost on cue, the back window rolled down, a perfect space for me to squeeze through and climb into the truck.