Ashes to Ashes

Chapter Two- This Means War

I found myself in the weapons room looking for anything that could be of help to me. My only option at the moment was to fight in my human form. If any of the rogues managed to escape, which wasn't likely, I couldn't risk the rumor of my unusual wolf getting around. I felt her uneasiness in my mind and I knew the feeling. It was riskier. I still had most of my abilities, but they weren't as sharp as they would've been had I decided to shift. I was relying almost solely on my years of training and the best advantage I had. They would severely underestimate me.

After grabbing a machete, my favorite weapon of choice, and a few throwing knives, I marched over to the south border where I could hear fighting in the distance. I caught up to my father's pace in no time running right beside him, it felt surreal to be running with him as an equal.

Suddenly he turned to me with a crestfallen look, he didn't want his baby girl fighting. "I'm not going back to the pack house," I said confidently.

"You're Alpha bound, I wouldn't expect you to." He said softly. I cocked my head to the side waiting for an explanation. "The Shadow Rock Pack was supposed to be here tomorrow to go over the treaty, due to the rogues today its been pushed up." My eyes widened considerably as his words registered with me.

"You mean?" He nodded once.

"They're on their way as we speak to help us, it's why I'm late to the fight myself. So keep in mind to be careful who you attack. Don't let your senses overwhelm you, ok?" I shook my head yes and we continued running.

At first I wondered why he told me, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. If I let myself get carried away, and start blocking out anything but fighting, as I had a tendency to do, and accidentally attacked one of our new allies it would be bad. More than bad. I was destined to be alpha, and I don't think they would be too thrilled, especially after learning how withdrawn from other packs they were.

It also begged the question though, we had handled rogues countless times on our own. They were usually too delirious and savage to have a formal plan of attack. This alliance was to ensure friendship, and the security that if it came down to it we would stand next to each other. Which only meant if we needed their help now, how bad could this fight be?

I got my answer shortly as we arrived at the scene. I watched my mother's chestnut wolf tear into the throat of a rogue, and then my father fly into the air where his wolf landed swiftly beside his mate. They fought side by side like they always had and suddenly a rush of adrenaline shot through me.

I was here, I was finally being freed from the shadows of my parents and I relished in it. A sinister grin graced my face as I dived head first into the chaos. I charged at a lone rogue ready to jump on the back of a warrior and sliced into his side as I jumped over him. He growled loudly and faced me with black beady eyes that looked swollen and dry.

I gave him a playful wink for agitation purposes and to rile him up enough to distract him from his previous task. I was now his target. He charged with a loud roar, and I watched as the drool dripped from his chin. I didn't move a muscle. All in good time, I chanted in my head. I could feel my wolf pushing forward though and I let her just the tiniest bit, she deserved to relish in the fight as well and who was I to deny that part of myself?

I watched him falter with fascination, I never met a wolf who didn't know about me. The scary part was, I loved it. I took his hesitation as an advantage and attacked first, slicing my machete through the air and straight across his face. His eye was bloodied and I was confident I took away some of his sight. He snapped his jaws at me but I refused and slid under him instead, stabbing right into the tender part of his belly ending his efforts.