The werewolf war (Zyatt love story)

Chapter 2: The witches attack!

Hey guys! This is chapter 2, hope you enjoy. There's not much to say, so let's just get on with this.

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(Wyatt's POV)

I ran through the forest, the wind behind my back and the full moon's moonlight lighting up the forests path. I smiled a toothy grin. Being a werewolf was so much fun! (You gonna regret saying that-) I jumped up onto a rock, which was on the edge of a cliff, looking over the moon. An instinct popped into my head. A howl erupted from my mouth. My head tipped upwards and my defined jaw faced the moon.

I sniffed at the air, hoping to catch a scent of some unfortunate prey but what I got was something so bad, that I'd go extinct in a matter of hours at least! Because I caught a whiff of witch.......... And I led her straight to me........

"Why was I so scared?" You ask. Well, witches are known to be our most common enemy. The infamous witches use my kind as slaves and experiments. A famous hobby of theirs , is that they hunt us cause' they love the thrill of a hunt just as much as we do.

Snap! My head snapped to the side at the sound of a twig snapping. My more advanced, werewolf ears picked up on some whispering. The rustle of leaves was heard all around me. 'I was wrong.... My sense of smell was wrong for the first time....... There's more than one witch!' I thought dramatically. 'And I'm there prey....'

I crouched down slightly, getting into a fighting stance. My sharp, acrylic-painted claws were waiting to draw blood from a new victim. My moonstone shone a bright blue against my pale neck. My eyes were as bright as the moon as they shone a deadly yellow with a hint of amber.

It was as quiet as an empty neighbourhood, with the only sound that could be heard in a mile radius was the whistling of the wind and a once in a while rustle of leaves........

I waited for them to attack first, which never came. 'Are they there or not? Did they not hear me? Am I safe?' Thoughts flooded my mind. As if on queue they jumped out the bushes and held their staffs high, ready to cast a spell. I growled. They smirked. Most of them had black or brown hair and there was more than I thought, at least 20! Which I may or may not be able to handle. "Hmm, so the little wolf pup wants to play, huh? Oh we'll play alright!" A witch in particular mocked me. I growled threateningly. I observed them. They all had staffs with big, shiny and purple gems, those were where their magic would come from. Most of the witches had traditional, pointed hats upon their heads, but a few were bear-headed. They all wore black dresses with silver lining, now that I think about..... they all wore something silver. 

Their eyes narrowed on me. I shivered on the inside but I wasn't gonna show weakness in front of them! They came a step closer to me and a low, threatening growl escaped my lips. They stopped. For a few minutes nothing happened, until someone shouted, "Attack!" Loudly. They ran at me, already casting spells. About 10 had attacked me head on but 10 more stayed back with bows in a hand and the other gripping an arrow behind their backs, they were waiting until the right moment to shoot.

(With the others back at the den(Third person))

The party was still going on back at the den, many were becoming hungry and had complained about Wyatt being late but hadn't questioned his lateness. Zed became increasingly worried and walked over to Willa, whom was occupied talking with his best friend, Eliza.

"Hey Willa?" He waved at her. She turned to look at him, then looked back at Eliza, who was now walking over to Addison and Bree. She grumbled. "What is it zed?" She said looking back at Zed and sounding angry. He rubbed the back of his neck, cautiously. "Um.... Do you know why Wyatt's taking so long?" He asked, tying to keep the concern from lacing his words but failed miserably. "Don't know and don't care. He's probably just chasing so annoying deer or something." She said. Zed gulped and nodded, walking away. But he kept thinking, 'I'm not sure.... He should be back by now.......'

(Back with the fight(Third person))

Wyatt was becoming tired and the witches still looked as determined as ever. But they kept casting stronger spells and more arrows where shot his way. He decided to go full wolf on them. So he howled at the moon mid-fight and he began transforming. Fur sprouted from his arms and legs and basically all of his body. His body's bones changed and his skeleton had begun to take the shape of a large wolf. His eyes became even brighter and suddenly he was on all fours. The witches looked shocked and began to back away. Smoke surrounded the transforming werewolf and gripped at his sides, closing him of from any curious eye.

A few minutes passed, the only sound that could be heard was some soft grunting and low growling, even some yelps of pain. The witches surrounded the smoke, watching intently. It began to disappear and what they saw next earned many gasps from the witches. A huge wolf was laid across the forest floor. It was nearly completely black but it had a blonde streak, going from the wolf's ears to the tip of its tail. The wolf began to wake up and growled fiercely at the witches. It's eyes were a bright yellow, with a hint of amber, just like when his moonstone shone. Speaking of his moonstone........ it was hung round his furry neck by a traditional string. The wolf sat up and began to stand up, his moonstone necklace following his movement.

Once he was up, he swiped his paw at the closest witch to him and she flew a roast the cliff, crashing into a tree and collapsing unconscious against the trees bark. The other witches glared and attacked all over again. A witch shouted from behind them, "Quick! Get out of the way!" They stopped and ran away to the witch that had shouted. Wyatt turned around confused but was faced with a silver arrow to his face. He just barely dodged but another arrow came speeding towards him, he wasn't able to dodge this time..... a loud yelp tore its way out of the wolfs mouth. Blood dribbled it's way out of the wound and made its way down the black fur, it dripped onto the forest floor. Wyatt's eyes were everywhere and he panted. The witches circled the crippling form of Wyatt and smirked at their trophy. The silver arrow was stuck inside the large wound on the side of the wolf. A sizzling sound was heard coming from the silver, smoke climbed its way into the darkening sky. He tried to move but yelped. A witch drew a silver knife from her pocket and sliced a leg making him tumble to the ground. He growled. They injured him more and nearly took his moonstone necklace but his teeth were ripping apart the skin of a the witch who tried to take his precious moonstone.  

By that time, a blood-curling scream came from the woman's mouth, she fell to the ground unconscious due to Blood lost and pain, like most of her comrades. Her comrades that are standing glared down at Wyatt and he couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper. They grabbed a silver chain from god-knows-where and tied his leg together, so he wouldn't be able to escape. Then, took a muzzle, lined with silver on the inside and tied it to the poor wolfs face. More sizzling sounds found it's way into the atmosphere. Wyatt was focused on not making a sound and not pleasuring the witches. But he had time to kick at the witches, which sent them flying. He got up carefully but quickly and began to race back to the den. His legs still slightly tied with chains dug into the dirt every time his paws touched the ground. The chains clanked against the dirt and blood soaked the floor, turning the brown into a red with blood, from his wounds and injures. Wyatt can't believe he's still running or more like limping with the injures he's sustained. But the arrow that's still deep inside his side, hurt the most, it made it hard to breathe let alone run!

(Back with the witches)

The witches were about to run after him when, "leave him!" A voice sounded from the crowd of unconscious witches. They looked at the particular witch and gave of look of questioning. Sensing there confusion, she answered, "He won't get far and the blood trail would lead us straight to his den, so we wait for now. And if you think I'd let this one go, that's the most stupid thing I've heard! He's special.... We wait! Come help your comrades!" They nodded and began to round up their unconscious comrades. "We will be back, little wolf....... And it will be soon....."

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Hello guys! Hope you enjoyed todays chapter! I enjoyed writing this one and I hope you enjoyed reading it to! So comment any ideas for future chapters or ideas for future stories! Also comment support! Also, please vote! I'd love to get this story up to how many reads the demon giyuu au story did, it even more! Love you guys! See you soon!

Word count: 1635 (longest chapter I've done ever!)