To safe her pack and to make peace between the two packs-NighWalker and BloodStone; Tahoni, is sent to the NightWalker pack to breed and be the Luna by her older brother, mother and her father.
Avoiding war would mean signing an Merging Alliance be...
I finally reach the door nob and turn it—shutting the door quickly but quietly. Why was my father and the beta so shocked about what Oliver had or will do? I started to become more curious about him—Oliver Ray Benjamin. As I picked up my speed away from the house, I bumped into something—no, let me rephrase that, someone...
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"Fucking grab that bitch!" A cold and malevolent voice yelled from a few feet away from me.
A group of men—werewolves from a different pack invaded our territory, causing me and a few others to be alarmed. Some of our pack females ran the other way—most likely spreading the word, and to warn everyone.
I knew we didn't have as many soldiers as they did, we barely have a chance to fight them and actually win.
As the invaders walked closer, and I could hear a few ordering each other what to do. They were about one mile away from us while one stood a couple feet away from me. I had to think quick so I quickly run in the house and scream, "invasion! They have more werewolves!" as if my life depended on it.
My brother looks up at me quickly and grabbed the nearest knife. One man in his forties grabbed my arm aggressively.
"Ahh you made this easy for me, thank you!" He pulls me closer to his frame, and turned around to what looked and seemed to be their Alpha.
"Got her, Alpha," he yelled to him, he began to walk towards the Alpha dragging me along. There was nearly two hundred worriers with them, we couldn't fight them but I'd be damned if I didn't try. I tried to free myself from his firm grip but I couldn't, he was to strong.
"LET GO OF ME THIS INSTANT!" I squirm again. He looked at me with a slight smirk playing on his old wrinkly lips.
Let me shift this instant! I'll rip their heads off one by one, slowly watching as their life fades from their pathetic bodies! My wolf growls, causing my eyes to turn another color. She was about to take control of me, and I would let her if their wasn't this many werewolves attacking us. One against two hundred? That's just suicide.
Me and my wolf began to argue, trying to make a point—to debate if we should shift and kill them, and our chances of winning.
No, that's more trouble than it's worth, we need to act cool... fight back when no one is looking or expecting. We have to think this through carefully. -T
