Sam's POVJames spent no time in getting me his fighters. I used my senses and discovered that there were 17 rogues, 4 on both sides and the back, and 5 coming head on. The leader being the man that I'm sadly related to.
He took everything I had, and I'm not going to stand by and let him take anyone else. He's done enough damage. I know he'll be surprised to see me because he probably thinks I either killed myself or someone beat me to it. Jokes on him, I'm not going without a fucking fight.
We had the advantage as far as numbers go because I had 20 fighters behind me. I sniffed and they were coming closer.
It's time.
As I walked I told the fighters, "I need four of you one both sides as well as the back. Watch your backs, but most importantly each other's. We are not backing down and we will not go down without a fight. The rest of you are coming with me," they all nodded and did as I said. If they think they'll be surprising us, we'll they better think again.
We were standing in the front of the house, when the rogues jumped out. My fighters knew so they remained calm.
The rogues?
Let's just say they really weren't suspecting us. Their leader walked out, and judging from the tattoo, I knew it was Axel.
I hadn't seen him in a while but he looked the same to me. I just hate that he looked so much like my dad. He doesn't deserve to have the face of someone who was kind hearted and caring. He's an evil wolf who got someone to massacre his own family because he was jealous. His own flesh and blood. He definitely doesn't deserve to have my initials tattooed. He doesn't deserve anything, except to die.
"So I see your little mutts made it in time?"
He smirked, but mine definitely matched his, "yeah they did. Is your little plan foiled, uncle Axel?," my smirk was still plastered on my face while his faltered.
"S-Sam? What're you doing here?"
I never thought I'd see the day that Axel Rogers was seconds away from shitting himself.
"What's the matter dear uncle Axel? You're so shocked to see me. But you see, that's exactly how I felt, when I found out that you're the one responsible for my family's death! How could you do it?"
He didn't say a word, probably trying to come up with a good enough excuse.
"I'm waiting," and I'll wait here all damn day if I fucking have to.
"I was jealous, that's why. He had it all and have me nothing!"
Oh please.
"So instead of bettering yourself and trying to make a fucking difference in your life you had someone else do your dirty work for you? He was your own brother, and my father. You took everything from me damn it, and I will not let you take anyone from my pack now!"
My claws were digging into my skin and I felt blood dripping from my fists. My knuckles were white and I know my eyes are gold. Summer's coming out to play.
"You're the Luna of this pack!?"
He really wasn't ready for any of this.
"No shit, Sherlock. I don't know about you but I'm done talking and I'm pretty sure you came here for a fight. We're ready when you are."
And that's all it took for the war to commence. My fighters went through his rogues in a matter of seconds in human form and I'm pretty impressed. Training will come at a quick pace. I didn't fight his rogues, because I'm saving my energy to fight him.

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