Coincidences

Battle of Abilities

The howl was crisp and clear, everyone sucking in a breath. Then they were moving.

"Women and children in the safe house now! What the hell happened to my perimeter!? I want our A-Formation formed in the next two minutes! Move people," Chris' voice thundered. Everyone was moving before he had even finished talking. Adam kissed the love of his life hard, staying with Kai and the doctor in the packhouse. He had basic first aid training and would assist the two. Chris whispered an 'I love you' through their bond, shedding his shirt and pants as he ran outside in his boxers. Adam and Kai were hurrying women and children who were clearly unable to fight into the locked bunks. Three warriors would be inside, just in case.

"You even get severely injured for one second and I will level the rogues out there, you hear me Carver Summers?" Kai's voice deadly.

"Yes my love," Carver whispered, proud of the determination and fearless look in his mate's eyes, "my heart."

Carver rested his hand on Kai's belly gently, nuzzling his nose against Kai's. In the next second, Carver was gone. Kai felt as though his heart left with him. Four of the pack's scouts would help bring the wounded. Kai, the doctor, Adam, and three omegas who usually helped Adam were just outside the packhouse doors. Supplies were at the ready.

The formation for the combined packs were the tanks in the front, the most agile and skilled fighters in a triangle formation, with the seasoned fighters in the middle. Amilya was the head of the triangle formation. Leon was a few warriors in front of her, standing alongside her father and Carver. Conner made up the triangle with her while Tyler was at the back corner of the triangle. Mike was amongst the seasoned warriors, his son next to him.

"It is time that I take, what is rightfully mine!" Ivan's voice a booming echo amongst the silence that immediately followed. Hundreds of red eyes slunk out from the tree line. Rows among rows of rogues. All with scars and matted fur. Drool and yellowed teeth bared.

Ivan himself was just as large as Chris was. Shoulder length dark gray hair, his skin mottled with scars. Three jagged claw marks were raked over his right eye. The gift Amilya had left him. Ivan's second in command was huge. He had dirtied red fur, his eyes swirling with sadistic malice.

"It's unfair you know. Keeping them all to yourself. You think they are worth something to the pack? They are nothing. They are meant to be used. I am only here to liberate them. Show them what they are truly meant for," Ivan laughing, throwing his arms out wide.

"You'd risk the lives of your men?" Ivan called out.

There is a spy in the pack. Ivan couldn't have known Tyler was a submissive, because he shouldn't know he exists. Even if there were scouts watching the pack, they wouldn't have been close enough to scent he was a submissive Amilya said through the link with her family. Her father didn't so much as twitch, but the frown on his face deepened minutely.

When neither Chris nor Joe responded to Ivan's taunts, you could see the man's lip curl into a snarl.

"You would sacrifice the lives of hundreds for four weak little toys?" Ivan asked in disbelief.

"Divided we are weak. Together, we are strong," Chris' voice holding power and strength, "you are a stain on the earth. You have already poisoned many."

"Perhaps, when this is over, you will finally realize why I will succeed. Why my vision should be realized and embraced. Let me show you," Ivan snarled. Ivan shifted into his wolf, Chris and Joe shifting as well. They were the only three that had still been in human form.