Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Lunar Eclipse 0800: Blackout

0800

The war room at Dark Moon North suddenly went black. Dom's wolf put his hands on his hips as the men and women ran around shouting orders trying to get power restored. Seconds ticked by as the generator kicked on and flooded the room in red light. None of the screens, monitors, or phones came up.

"What is taking so long?" Dom asked through gritted teeth.  They had no eyes or ears anywhere on anything.  

"Nothing is working, sir," Beta Dean replied.

He rolled his eyes.  "Obviously, Dean. Tell me something I don't know."

Dean sent his friend a harsh glare.  "All communications are down. Landlines. Cell phones," he paused then his eyes widened.  "Pack links."

There was a collective gasp.  Dom tried to reach Chevy and only got static.  The hairs on the back of his neck rose.  "What the fuck!?"

Several members of the IT team came rushing in.  "Get this shit up and running like yesterday!"

The alpha in charge of the team half bowed.  "We'll do our best, sir."

The wolf was totally out of his depth.  Why did humans have to be asleep during the eclipse leaving the wolves to deal with their shit?  He tried to recall all of Dom's training in crisis situations.   A memory flashed in his mind and he closed his eyes as he said a silent prayer. A total communications black-out could only mean one thing. 

 Goddess help them.

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0830 (Oh-eight thirty)

A vehicle came barreling down the main road headed for the front gates of Whitebeard pack. The guards were yelling for the vehicle to stop but it kept going. Gunfire broke out as they fired upon it. It came to a stop at the guard shack, smoke rising from its engine. The guards cautiously approached with their weapons still aimed.

"Get out of the vehicle now! Show yourself!" the alpha in charge commanded.

The ground shook beneath their feet and fire dust shot up into the sky as shrapnel tore through cloth and flesh. Wolves started running and screaming in all directions. A siren went off alerting the pack they were under attack. Sloan and the other fighters went to the armory to gear up then headed for their positions to defend the pack. Erion and those underage, gathered all the young ones into the safe house.

He tried to mind link his mate but got static. He tried his mother and father and got nothing. His heart raced as he pulled out his phone and tried to reach his parents. A knot formed in his stomach and twisted as he stared at the black screen.

"I can't reach my parents," a young teenage girl cried.

An antsy elementary aged child started pulling at his hair.  "We're gonna die!"

"My cell's not working."

Erion stood up tall and projected his voice so he could be heard over the panicked voices.  "None of our electronics work."  They looked at him with large frightened eyes.  He couldn't blame them.  Nothing like this had ever happened before.  

He bit down on his lip. Things did not look good. They couldn't communicate with their pack members. Were they able to notify the others before they were attacked? How would their allies know if they needed help? 

A thought planted in his mind.  The others would be too busy fighting.  They would probably have no way to contact outsiders to warn them what was happening.   He had to make sure word got out.