Alphas

Wolfsbane and Silver

Brooklynn had been in dozens of battles and wars, and she had never been afraid. She was always excited for a fight, but not this time.

This time she was terrified. Not for her own safety, but terrified for the safety of the teens that she was training. None of them were good enough fighters to take on this many rogues. Even Brooklynn herself was doubtful of her ability to keep everyone safe.

But she was still going to fight to the death for them.

Brooklynn's knife went whizzing through the air, landing in the center of a rogues head. It dropped to the ground, dead.

She ran to retrieve her knife, yanking it out of the rogues head just to stab another in the throat. It made a gargling sound, clawing at its throat. Brook pulled the knife out and continued advancing on the rogues, stabbing and slicing and throwing her knife at whatever target she could kill.

Brooklynn lost track of everything else that was happening around her until she heard a scream fill her ears. Remembering that she still had the trainees to protect, she snapped around and sprinted back towards them.

A rogue was on top of Emilia, who seemed to just have regained consciousness after her fight.

What a pleasant sight to wake up to... Brooklynn thought, running over to the rogue and slicing its throat in one quick cut. It fell off of Emilia, who anxiously wiped blood off of her face and stood up.

"Thanks," She mumbled. Brook nodded, and shoved one of her knives into Emilia's hands.

"Get out of here, take the others and run. Head towards the creek and stay there, do not make a fucking sound and be on alert." Brooklynn barked out orders, watching Emilia sprint back to the group.

She turned back around to face more rogues. Their lifeless red eyes stared her down, completely ignoring the group of teens who were scrambling to get to the creek.

They were all skeptical of leaving Brooklynn to fight the brunt of the rogues, but they were too scared to disobey her orders and get hurt. But few of the teens didn't care about her orders, she was their luna.

As Brooklynn ran at the rogues, she began to feel sick. And it wasn't just nervousness or fear, it was her mate. She could sense that he was hurt, which was weakening Brook by the minute.

Connor! She yelled into the mate link, but there was nothing.

She began panicking, distracting herself for long enough to get taken down by a couple of rogues.

Shift you dumbass. Her wolf scolded her. Brook felt stupid for not shifting earlier, but without wasting another minute in her weakened human form, she shifted into a gigantic gold werewolf.

Her wolf had no issue throwing the rogues off of her. But instead of bothering to kill them, she ran. She was more desperate to find her injured mate than to waste her energy and time on rogues.

She kept running, jumping over and dodging rogues. She could feel her wolf slowing down and becoming weaker.

Connor was hurt bad.

But just as she started to get close to him, a wolf slammed into her side. She tumbled to the ground, her wolf weakening even more.

Brooklynn tried to get up, but she couldn't. The wolf, who wasn't a rogue, stood on top of her.

In fact, it didn't take a genius to tell who this was.

It was Percilla the bitch. Even in wolf form she was ugly.

But that was beyond the point, the point was that Brooklynn was weakened thanks to her mate and Percilla stood over her. She could tell that Percilla was ecstatic that she was in a stronger position than Brook was.