Lilith

Chapter 4: Ataque

"In and out. We need one for the pack's information, to allow us to get in and slip out. It will lead the rest of them to us and there, we will be ready for their attack" Now I felt like I was the one following orders. The pure concentrated adrenaline coursing through my veins didn't even give me a chance to rethink that. Well, I wasn't technically following orders. I was whispering the plan back to myself. Assuring my self that this was fool proof, rethinking all the possible actions the wolves could take, and all the counters we had for it. Our plan is flawless.

I was standing at the rim of their territory. The occasional parol would be around soon. Me and the rest of us would get one. Jace and Connor would tackle it, try to snap its neck inducing it in a deep sleep, while Eve and Lilah would hold off any others. The whole plan would take about 10 seconds.

Believe it or not, the tree above me is supporting Jace's weight. And behind the other trees encircling me, the others hide. They are strategically hidden do when one approaches its a hit and run.

I specifically asked Jace to not hang directly above me incase Mother Nature decides to be cruel enough and make the branches give way. So he's about 15 feet away from me is he does decide to fall.

Of course, he took it personally, "Are you calling me fat?" And what not. God forbid his ego deflates. I wouldn't live to see the day.

My hands were clammy. I was in a sherbet Orange snug t-shirt with jean shorts that came right above my knees. It was comfortable, and easy to move around with in this warm air with the occasional breeze. Seemed like something a rogue teenager would wear.

So I took in a few sharp breaths, put on a cry face and placed my head in my hands sobbing softly. The soil wasn't wet here where I was sitting so I wouldn't have to deal with the mud stain on my butt, I couldn't complain about that.

This skill was acquired over years of practice, you see I was a daddy's girl. And he was a softie, so I would just turn on the tears and boom.

"Here you go sweetie".

"Thank you daddy!"

Yeah.

The rustling grew and I peeked up from under my hands. On with the faucet! The tears were on a constant drip down my face.

A blonde wolf, maybe a female according to the smaller size or if the luck was on our size it was a young one - an inexperienced adolescent. It was not alone, at least they were not that idiotic.

A muscular black wolf of larger size accompanied it. It seemed to have a temper to match, maybe because it was tired, probably because I could have been a rogue in its territory. I know they wouldn't be stupid enough to send our victim out on patrol, they probably didn't realize he was that valuable. I should have killed him when I had the chance, when he was out on patrol but something felt like I couldn't. His eyes were cold with anger but right under the surface he was forgiving.

My scent had been cleared off due to a long hour of scrubbing my skin raw with citrus scented body wash. The new clothes weren't that bad, though.

I looked up and I knew my mascara would be running and my cheeks and eyes were red and puffy.

"P-ple-lease don't hur-hurt me. My pa-pack was destroyed b-by rogues" I choked between sobs.

Blondie cocked it's head but Blacky stepped forward with a vicious snarl that sent white, warm and foamy saliva flying. He approached me, getting right into my face.

I could feel the panting breaths fan over my face at the close contact. This was a creature that could've taken so many of my people's lives. I was face to face with a murder.