It had been years upon years of this war. When Emett died, the rebelion faltered, yet with Mikael taking charge and leading the rebelion, everything turned for the better.
They fought restlessly, refusing to give in! With each move the rebelion made they were one step closer to winning, the anger that fueled them allowed them to fight with all their might, and throughout everything, not one of them gave up.
Bec and Noiz took to the trees, stalkimg the forests for any werewolves coming their way. They did a pretty good job at keepimg them back. But for the ones that did escape their clutches Charlie and Grase were nearby to finish them off. Of course Mikael had many others guarding many parts around their base and on it went like that for years.
Blood had been shed of course, and vigils were held, but of course this only fueled their rage even more. They would not let their comrades die in vain. They would fight and gain victory upon victory. No matter what, Mikael would not give up, not a chance.
Of course the King of werewolves was getting tired of this war as well, he was losing and he knew it. Yet he was stubborn and foolish and continued to go on with this war.
The king hated the Wizards and he figured it was time to message the leader, Mikael, and call off this war.
Mikael had gotten a message, Meet in the southern square, let's end this once and for all.
Mikael wasn't all too sure this was what he wanted but he obviously didn't want to lose any more people, not one bit. He agreed to meet up with the king. Heading to the Southern square and going along with whatever the king had planned.
"Its good for you to have come." The king had muttered, keeping himself stoic and rigid.
"Thank you for inviting me in that case." Mikael had laughed at him, seeing the sword at his side, "i see this wont be peaceful now will it?"
"I'm afraid not. I don't make deals with Wizards." Venom was spat from the King's mouth, he surely wasnt a fair player but Mikael was certain he could handle him.
Mikael gave him a glare, "look, Why cant we just settle this peacefully, my men as well as yours are tired of fighting for this long, why-"
"Thats why we will fight ourselves. Come at me with all you've got Small Rat. You will not win against an experienced werewolf."
Mikael gave a growl, keeping his eyes closed, "very well. That is exactly what i must do. But first," he looked up at him, eyes absolutely terrifying, "you tell me why you killed your wife. Weren't you two mates? I thought for sure you loved her."
The king was astonished, "how did you...who told you those lies!?" He growled, trying to cover up the truth.
"I never lie, you on the other hand. You needed someone to blame for your anger. You chose the biggest population in your city, wizards and magic mancers, do you really think we cant get into your head? " Mikael announced the truth calmly, keeping his stature professional, "and yet, you turn all these people against each other and make them believe that they are to blame for killing their queen. Well guess what, no one believes you now. Lets see if your citizens appreciate you now that they know the truth."
The king had lunged at him, but was stopped in his tracks after a swift movement from Mikael, slicing through his Torso.
"You are not a leader, you are a monster."
