Topping the Enemy (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 8: No One Knows Me

Landon

Bullseye.

Our plan for revenge worked out exactly as planned. I just feel bad for the innocent children who got caught in the crossfire. I mean, I do feel bad for all the people that died. I don't wish death upon anyone, much less someone else's father, sibling or mother.

I hate that this had to happen, I really do. I don't condone violence of any kind but sometimes it's the only language that people understand. If I could have my father back and forget about this whole business, I would trade all that in a heartbeat.

I wasn't raised to display violent behavior, I only train in fighting because I have to be at the top of my game and be able to lead the warriors should the need arise. I even regretted punching that guy last month, though he touched a nerve.

I know five thousand lives for one is a hard pill to swallow and difficult to comprehend. I don't pretend this was a fair tradeoff, but I needed to send a definitive message.

We are not to be fucked with.

We have never been one to be fucked with, in reality.

My father followed the rules of engagement like a Genebra Convention of sorts. We don't attack family, we don't attack mates, we don't attack children. He kept things civil and so did the former Alpha of the Blood Moon pack.

My dad was even considering calling a truce as Beta Carillon pointed out. And I would be fine with it, should I one day inherit a peaceful pack. I'm sure my sweet brother would be fine too, since he stands to ascend as Alpha of Regency Falls.

My point being none of these things happened and they needed to be taught a hard lesson. And the lesson has certainly been learned now. I know nothing can replace my dad's life, but that is not what this is about.

It's about the fact that no child should be left without their father needlessly.

I know that in the human world not every father is worth starting a war over.

Except we weren't the ones who started this war, but we are sure as hell the ones who finished it, for good. For that reason alone, I'm very damn proud of myself. I truly wished we could do this without all the lives taken, I really do. But this is not the time to pull punches.

Though I can't take credit for the plan of attack, nor do I want to, it achieved the result intended. There's something to be said about striking once to strike no more. I think they got the message. *smiles boastfully*

Actually, I stand corrected.

The strike did NOT work as planned. If it did, their Alpha should be dead, not his mate. That was an unfortunate miscalculation, but we can't predict human behavior to a fault. We planned for the poison to hit him, not her.

I don't feel good about this, but now he knows exactly how my mom feels. She didn't deserve to lose her mate either, especially the way she did. I'm told his father is now back as Alpha of their pack since his son is devastated by the loss of his mate.

I bet he regrets killing my father now. *evil smirk*

I don't mean to be petty, but I would have begged him on my knees for my father's life. I would have offered him the world if he only had the foresight of kidnapping my dad instead of having him killed.

Anyway, it is what it is. There is no use dwelling over it. What's done is done and I have no regrets. I can't afford to. I needed to show to the werewolf world the might of our pack. It all comes down to this. People need to know we are not to be messed with.