Dreamlanders

Chapter 16

"Alonzo, first we send out half the army and see how many Vargulfs there is, before sending out the other half," Hazel informs him and he nods. "Quinton and I are heading out to some place a couple of miles away, to get sliver bullets. Get the guns from the basement and start giving them to the trained professionals."

"Ok. Are you sure, we want to give them guns?" Alonzo asks. Normally lycans just fight in their wolf forms. Alonzo is concerned about the outcome of these weapons.

"Yes, that bullet nearly killed me. I had to be treated straight away, if they have sliver and we don't, we will all die," Hazel flicks through the file cabinet. She pulls out a tanned coloured folder and sets it on the brown oak table in front of Alonzo. "This is every Lycan that is fully trained in the use of a gun."

Alonzo nods and Hazel pulls out two more files. "This place is going to look like an army camp," Hazel shrugs, not caring all that much. It's for the protection of her pack and that's all that matters. "Are you sure you want to give the guns out on Dreams Day?"

"Alonzo why are you questioning everything I ask you to do? What is a better day, then today, to attack if the whole pack is distracted?" Hazel folds her arms.

"Sorry Alpha."

"Right, I have to meet Quinton in half an hour. You get the guns, give them out and I'll be back before eight for the feast," Hazel grabs her jacket and slides her hand gun in her belt.

"Ok. Have you wrote your speech?"

"Nope, I'll wing it," she shrugs, collecting the ammo off the table. 

"You do realise how important this day is? The pack has been a round for sixty years Hazel! This is a big deal and your speech needs to be good," Alonzo watches Hazel.

"I know, I'm not stupid. It will be good. Just you wait and see," Hazel winks with a smirk, and turns around. She pulls the door open and walks out.

Alonzo sighs and picks up the file with the list of names. He briefly scans down them. He's not too happy about giving guns out on Dreams Day. It suppose to be a day of peace and joy, not killing and sadness. Alonzo didn't feel it's right to worry his pack on such an important day.

Hazel wanders down the path, through the village and to the front of the pack grounds. She has her black backpack strapped to her back, her leather brown walking boots on and her favourite warm army green coat.

Quinton is already standing there. He is wearing a large black jumper, black running trainers and also had a black backpack. Making him look like he was your typical college kid.

"What's going on here today?" Quinton asks without greeting her. He looks at the scene behind her. Everyone was running a round, putting decorations up, carry food and building a huge bondfire in the middle of the pack grounds. The atmosphere was full of joy and excitement. Plenty of people walking pasted carrying large pots and plates of food. Little kids even had their best clothes on.

"It's Dreams Day."

"What's Dreams Day?" Quinton asks as they begin their journey through the woods. They decided against bringing anyone along to look less threatening.

"Today is the day, my grandfather finally got peace for the Dreamlanders, fifty years ago. Dreamlanders has also been around for fifty years. We're having a feast tonight," Hazel informs him.

"Oh, I was wandering why your pack members were dressed nicely this morning," Quinton chuckled. He was confused this morning, after seeing half of Hazel's army, in his pack all dolled up.

"Yeah, I feel bad because there going to miss it. It's a big deal for the pack," Hazel pulls a small smile. The air between them was a little tense and slightly awkward. They make it through the woods sitting in dead silence for the rest of the journey. Quinton's car was parked on the side of the deserted road.