War Cry

Okay, short introduction. This is War Cry- a story I had on Jazzeh, but decided to re-write. It's going to be under constant revision because I have really high hopes for this story.

 I hope you enjoy it, and when you begin reading, get past the chapter titled "Tomorrow" because that is when the plot begins!

Thanks a bunch!

---Jazzy 

   (Picture: Annalee)

Her P.O.V

The sun had barely set when I’d begun my mission. I swung from tree to tree in a monkey like fashion before landing on the shingled rooftop of the inn that held my missions objective – The Pendant of the Ancients. I shimmied down the drainage pipe and stretched my arm as far as it could go to reach the window pane, where I hung by my fingertips. Using my right hand to grab the bottom of the window and lifted it inch by inch until my left arm grew weak from holding my weight,  then switched to using my right knee to lift the window. Climbing through windows was never my forte, but I’ll gladly admit that I did it gracefully and soundlessly tonight.

According to my informants back home, this was the room where I would find the pendant, and there would be a three hour window before the demons who lived here returned. Monsters, pigs, beasts. They were abominations, evil and ruthless in their ways, and I wish my mission had been to destroy them. But it wasn’t, it was to find the pendant and escape in time to make my ranking.

From my pocket, I pulled out the Lux. It was a glass ball the size of a shooter marble that reflected the light of the moon. I held it at the window, allowing it to absorb the faint light of the crescent moon and then began my search.

The first place I looked was under the bed, the boxes there held nothing but shoes. The bedside tables were empty and the cabinets as well. Finally, I reached a desk. In it, were various items, journals, watches, pens, and pictures, but nothing I was looking for. I noticed a small crack at the base of the drawer when I went to close it, and used a pencil to lift the edges of what turned out to be the false bottom, from the bin.

Crystalline jewels glittered under the Lux. The drawer was filled with jewelry, and notebooks, but in the far back was a mahogany box with gold inlaid markings across the edges. It was a beautiful box, but what was inside was what mattered. The Pendant of the Ancients lay peacefully within its velvet lining, glittering eerily thanks to the light.

I pushed everything back into its normal place, and slowly shut the drawer before looking down at the pendant in hand, my prize. The onyx colored necklace was vaguely familiar, the way it’s rough and yet cool moon-shaped surface felt against my fingertips brought faint memories close to the surface of my mind.  Had I seen this before? I thought, turning it over to read the inscription on the back.

"Et cum nocte pervenimus. Sectatores Luna."

'What?' I thought, before a gust of wind knocked over a lamp on the far side of the room, where the window was, pulling me out of my reverie. I stopped to listen for oncoming enemies, throwing the necklace on and instantaneously cloaking my presence with a spell I called Caesus. Caesus muted everything about me, from my visibility, to my scent. The only thing it didn’t change was the sounds I made; breathing, laughing, speaking, walking- every day sounds.

 My breath hitched and I took in one last gulp of air for precaution before he walked in. A man, no older than I, came into the room and looked around, before his eyes landed on exactly where I stood, or would have stood if I were actually visible.

They told me they wouldn't be here tonight! I could feel the waves of anger at my useless informants rolling off my body as the man stepped closer. He looked about my age, breathtakingly handsome with chocolate brown eyes. I faltered as he held a hand out, barely in front of where I was standing, he couldn't see me, so how did he know I was here?

He sniffed the air slightly, 'Oh.' I thought, fighting the urge to face-palm. A typical human would not be able to see past my cloak, even one of my own would not know my presence unless I intended them to- I guess I should've pulled a tighter cloak over my scent. He was one of them after all.

Completely erasing my smell, I stood perfectly still, afraid to look towards his eyes less I give myself away.

Instead I caught myself "looking for weaknesses" in my enemy, assessing his broad shoulders, toned muscles, short cut black hair, and his smell, fresh pine. If only he wasn't the enemy, if only I hadn't been breaking and entering into his house, he was just so-

"Who's there?" His deep voice rumbled from his chest, almost a growl, once again, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I mentally kicked myself, I mean, yeah I was spacey, but twice in 10 minutes?! That wasn't normal, even for me!

I looked up to his searching eyes, they scanned over mine several times. . It was wrong, but I felt the pulls of attraction towards him- even though he was my enemy. I should be disgusted by him, not mesmerized. But I was.  I was overwhelmed by the longing for him to actually see me, he knew I was here, for some reason he could still smell me; my fear, my anger, my curiosity -my desire. The entire room went ablaze.

Isaiah P.O.V-

The pack left at around 6:30, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was home alone. I didn’t have to deal with Miles and his constant instigating, or Ethan who constantly had some kind of attitude problem. I did miss Tyler a bit, but that was okay. The pack house was drama free tonight, and I intended on relishing in the peace by having my first nap since becoming alpha.

'Yes... this is the life' I thought, and started to nod off to sleep. Just as my eyelids closed for what I thought would be the last time before a well-deserved siesta, there was a sound. No, not just any sound, a crash.

'I swear if they think they're trying to sneak up on me they've got another thing coming. Why can't they just leave for one night without coming back to bother me?' I thought as I angrily got up and stalked away from the couch 'I'll show them...'

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From Jazzy-- Okay, what do you think?  This is revised, if you want to see the original version, just tell me.

I know this first chapter is short, but I didnt want to combine it with the second - for chapter legnth purposes.

I hope you all Vote / Comment / Review I love critiques and constructive crisiticism.

Also, this ISN'T a werewolf story- just getting it out there. It has all types of supernatural creatures, not just werewolves >_>; Okay I'll stop rambling! Thanks for Reading! xoxo

Jazzy