Mates are something that comes naturally with being a Lycan. When your an alpha it becomes even more important. Two alphas, two packs and one bond, will they be able to make it together or will everything tumble around them?
Both leaders from two co...
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Alonzo stands in the battle field shouting out orders to the warriors. Bullets continue to fly around them. He can't find Hazel or Quinton and he's beginning to panic. Many members of his pack lie dead among bodies of rogues. Blood is splattered all over him and everywhere around him. On the ground. On the bodies... Many huge wolves have also been defeated, bleeding out on the grass as the sliver weakens them and kills.
"Easton!" Alonzo shouts. Easton stabs one of the rogues with a sliver knife and grabs the handgun from, the now, dead man. He then turns to Alonzo. Head-to-toe Easton is covered in blood, none of it his own. Easton ran his way over to Dreamlanders to find Quinton, because he is needed at his own pack. He tosses the gun to Alonzo. Alonzo catches the gun and flips it over on his palm, examining it. It has both wet and dry blood on it, he opens it and could see it has two sliver bullets left in it.
"Find Hazel and Quinton and kill Hays," Easton orders him pulling his knife out of the dead rogue's chest. Gulping Alonzo nods and runs away from the war to find Hazel. The gun felt cold in his grip as he sprints towards the pack house. More pack members lie around, he recognises many faces and anger boils within him. However there isn't very many dead rogues around here. He frowns.
This place is eerie and oddly quiet. He can only here the distant gun shots and screams. However, he could smell Hazel and Quinton over the smell of death. There both are here somewhere. Mucking up the courage he slowly walks up the steps. The steps creaking from underneath him. Standing in front of the door he hesitantly pulls down the handle. The door quietly screeches opens and he instantly notices Hazel fighting rogues and Quinton doing the same. Then his eyes find Ezra standing back watching. The trader.
Alonzo grips the gun and slowly brings it up aiming it at Ezra. Taking a deep breath he pulls the trigger. As he does so Alonzo suddenly cries out feeling a gushing pain through his stomach. The gun shot echoes through his ears and Alonzo drops the gun. Alonzo tries to breath but can't seem to find any air. Blood begins to fill up his throat and mouth, as he slowly collapses onto the ground- his hands on his throat. He lands on his right side. Placing his hand on his stomach he feels the sliver spreading throughout him. He begins to cough up the blood as he suffers.
Everything begins to fade and the edges of his vision begin to go black. As his vision tunnels in the last thing he sees is the stern face of Hays.
Hays looks at the boy he just killed. He lies on his side blood all over him, some from his mouth, some from his stab wound. The knife sticks out his back, and there's a pool of blood around him. Tilting his head he thinks how pathetic it looks. In spite of this he chuckles to himself and walks inside closing the door behind him.
Hazel stands in the middle looking down at her arm. Hays approaches her and he stands directly behind Hazel. She hesitantly turns around still clutching her arm, meeting his cold eyes. Hazel's expression shows she is shocked at first- her month slightly parted- but recovers quickly trying to hold herself proudly. Hays watches her place even more pressure to her wound. A cold grin creeps its way across his face.
"Oh Hazel... don't you see you've lost this one."
A/N Um... so yeah
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