The Protector

Chapter Twenty: The War Of The Broken

Though it took a day, Victoria managed to get Gabriel back to the Lycan Kingdom. All she knew was that Gabriel was not the same. His eyes were nothing but a cold blank stare, which used to offer nothing but warmth, strength, protection. But now, there is nothing behind them. There's nothing of the man, the Wolf, The Lycan that she once knew.
As she carried his body into the castle, The council rushed to his side. They continued to ask what happened, seeking answers from Victoria but she could offer no explanation. All she knew was that it seemed as though he had been tortured. She had killed so many on her way through the castle. She could feel something was deeply wrong, but she wasn't sure what until she saw him. She explained to the council that he would need proper healing and the only ones that could be capable of doing such healing would be the witch's.
The council agreed and sent for the aid, hoping that it would arrive in time. The few healers they did have within this Kingdom tried their best to bandage him but it seemed to do practically nothing. His face and forehead was completely cold. It was though that life itself had been sucked completely out of him.
It took a few more days for guards to Lycan Warrior's to return. But they simply informed the council as well as Victoria who was in Gabriel's room where he had been moved, remaining by his bedside the entire time. that aid could not be sent at this time period. That the Union of Kara and Pierce had halted everything within the kingdom and that Noone was allowed to leave or enter.
This infuriated Victoria. " Fucking no. This shit wouldn't have happened if they had just helped to begin with. After all he has done for them, after everything he has lost. And they can't even send one single fucking healer to save his life" Victoria's anger was rightfully justified. Somehow, yet again, Kara mattered more than the life of a Lycan and Victoria was tired of it. She was sick of this endless cycle of being consistently fucked over by the witches. All of them. Victoria made her way to the head of the roundtable and demanded the council join her. Santara walks in but stays at the back, leaning against the wall to watch her sisters speech.
Once they all had taken their seats, Victoria let her feelings be known. " Whether you wish to join me or not, whether you wish to see it or not, whether you wish to acknowledge it or not, the Kingdom of witches is our enemy. They have denied help when we have asked. They have ignored the health of our own king. A king whom might I add, has saved their princess's life more times that can even imagine. He wasted 18 years on earth..for him to be repayed with Denial. With disrespect. With absolute sickening and disgusting treatment. We have been treated as Lessers for far too long. And I think it is time that we face the facts here.
Our woodlands have died. Our people have been affected by this and are now dying as well. And now with the unification of the Witch and Vampire kingdoms. I think it is pretty clear who is responsible for all that has happened here. Not to mention that fact, that the people who the witches have unified with, are the same people who have left our King a broken mess that is dancing with death right now. I know that I am not Queen, hell, I'm not even a member of the council. But you can't tell me that this isn't war..you cannot tell me that these actions are not actions of war.."
The council take only seconds to talk it over. " You are right Victoria. This can no longer be ignored. We must take actions. Though our numbers are low. And though we may not win. We have to take a stand against this. And we think that you should lead the charge on this " Victoria looks over the council, seeing their nods of approval. Including her parents who brandish tears in their eyes, much like the rest of the council.

" Tomorrow, I will go to the Kingdom of witches myself. And I will declare the war. And they will feel our wrath. Their flesh will rip at our claws and their bones will crack into dust within our jaws. They will know that whilst they have gained an ally, they have also made this biggest of enemies. I know that our numbers are small and I know that our chances of winning are low. But when has that ever stopped us from fighting? When is that ever stopped us from standing up for what we believe in? So let us fight, and stand with me. Or I will stand alone, and face them all myself. But one thing I can promise you all, I will leave nothing behind when I'm done."