The White Wolf (re-written)

Chapter Seventeen

(The symbol isn't mine. It belongs to a show called the 'seven deadly sins')
(Couple months later)

*Snows POV*

We are preparing for the war. Last month we had gotten all the creatures we needed to help in the war. We're training and planning. It's been stressful but we are ready to fight to keep the supernatural world safe and a secret. I've learned to control all my powers I have. They are pretty bad ass.

I was in the middle of talking to the angel queen, Olivia, when my mate walked in and asked to speak with me privately.

Once Olivia was in the hallway he looked at me and kissed my lips hard. Sparks were flying all over the place, those sparks never left. We haven't even mated yet or marked each other and I still can't get use to the sparks. We agreed to wait until the war was over Incase one of us dies. It will hurt for the other but not so much you die since our souls won't be connected yet.

I love you, Snow.

I wasn't able to respond because the territory was invaded and the war broke out. Jace's eyes went black and he got this black mark on his forehead (picture above) and a black shield type thing on his arm that protects against cuts and makes him stronger. He kisses me one last time and jumps out the window to help fight.

I take a deep breath and jump out the window as well. I don't change into anything yet. I start fighting with one of the demons. He's already been wounded so killing him was easy. I was after the leader, who's in the back letting his followers fight instead. What a coward.

I stay in my normal form killing as many demons and werewolves as I can. I'm so close to him I can't control my excitement to kill him with my hands. I kill the weak werewolf in front of my by ripping his head clean off his neck.

I'm finally standing in front of him, he has a look of surprise on his face. I smirk. He throws the first punch but I dodge. I can feel my hair turning black from the roots, my demon side taking control, my eyes go jet black like Jace's. The same symbol comes on my forehead.

I tackle the leader and punch his nose, hearing a nice crack. He flips us over plowing into my stomach with his fist. My black shield that comes with my demon form covers my stomach stopping me from feeling the hits. I lift my knee up and knee him his in happy place. He howls out and falls to the floor.

Jace comes out of no where and digs his long black finger nails into his shoulder blade, drawing blood. With one kick to his neck his head falls to the floor with a satisfying rip and crack.

As if everyone knows that he's died, it grows quite and everyone freezes. I turn back into myself as does Jace. I smile triumphantly. Jace and I walk to the middle of the field with all eyes on us. We kiss and Jace goes to see the people who have been injured. While I start helping people put the dead ones in a pile to burn them.

While I'm away from the group picking up a dead body without touching, thanks to my angel form, I feel a body pressed against my back. I smile, leaning into the body. The moment I realize that it isn't Jace my head is being ripped off my body.