SHATTER

Chapter Two.

         The sound of Maren, one of the oldest council members, coughing up a storm filled the otherwise silent room. His Fiery red heart matched his personality, temperamental, and always ready to blow. Lïra one of the oldest council member face twisted up I disgust. Her pink lips taut and her grey hair pin-straight to her hips. Her green eyes showed so much disdain for the man sitting next to her. Once he got settled, the King spoke, "We are gathered here today to discuss pressing matters. In the middle of the night last night when you and your team were traveling to take care of the rogues near a pack in the eastern colony, the packs in the west colony were attacked, many were injured, and even more, were killed."  My hands behind my back started sweating from anticipation. Oh, Goddess. In the corner of my eye, I could have sworn that I saw Mr. Sinisters lips curl upwards. 

          His name was Vince and he sat on the left side of the council table. He lived up to his sick reputation. His white hair contrasted his pure black eyes which looked like the gates of hell. Fear itself coward at the mention of his name. But I couldn't focus on him right now, not when my attention was needed elsewhere. There was an attack? This must have been a serious envasion if all of the packs had been attacked at once.  "The packs in the west has been evacuated, as of now, their colony has been temporarily shut down. When the invaders attacked, they destroyed the border protectors. Their land is not safe, currently, they are settling into the North colony.  As sudden as these actions may seem, this was not an ordinary rogue attack. The colonies were attacked by hunters. We have reason to believe that the Astrix hunters have risen again." 

     I dug my nails into the palm of my hands, clenching and unclenching my fists. This was unsettleing. The Astrix hunters. Those bastards haven't entered the fiery gates of hell yet. After the last war I thought they had gone extinct. Guess not.  "What is our next course of action, my King? Will the western packs stay in the northern colony? Would you like my team and I to go investigate the area?"  My voice remained monotone, but if they could see my eyes, the curiosity swimming in my eyes it would drown them. 

"The other packs in all of the colonies will unfortunately have to evacuate too,  since they are also unsafe. We do not know how great of a threat we have yet but I'd rather not take any chances. The hunters have been dormant for quite a while but that in no way means that they have given up their agenda. If they are indeed doing something to break the treaty we have made then we should plan accordingly."  The Kings voice was as strong as it was the day I had first met him. I could see it in his face that he was more pissed than worried. His kingdom as being attacked by an old enemy. We all looked to the day when these wars would fall into a distant memory. The King sighed and his worry lines were evident on his face. About a hundred years ago hunters and werewolves went to war with each other. The hunters wanted to rule these great lands and drive the wolves into extinction. They started burning towns, pack houses, forests, and even going as far as assassinating Alpha's. Hunters are shifters who have dormant wolves, there senses are there but their wolf refuses to show. 

            During the war many lives were taken from both sides, but the hunters had it worse, yes they may have had weapons, but the shifters had the inner beast, an animal that is built to survive, built to hunt, and built to fight. By the time the war was nearly over a great percentage of the hunters were dead. The war almost lead to a species war. Witches, goblins, and vampires all chose sides in this war. The death rate on all sides his fatal numbers. It seemes like the whole world turned crimson as rivers were filled with blood. The ground looked like it had a never endng supply of bones to feast off of and turn into nourishment. The hunters have always been jealous of the shifters that's just the way it's always been. They believe that if they have to suffer a wolfless existence then so should everyone else. The only other living person we know of besides the King who participated in the war was Kareem. He sat there with stone grey eyes and dark brown skin. He was a bulky man with a silent personality. He was always looking, always searching. For what? I don't know. He too, was starting to appear old. His age was finally catching up to him. The King and Kareem had become living legends around the world for their battle stories.