Killing Davina

Aon

The alarm was blaring through the speakers, vibrating through the walls of the house. Footsteps thumped through the hallways as the children and the weak made their way to the secured area.

"With all due respect, you cannot avoid a war anymore," I told the man in front of me.
He rubs his neck, his nervous eyes scanning the crowd passing. I raised my voice again as I tried to overpower the alarm.

"They are on their way right this moment. We have to protect ourselves. The pack. What about mom?"

He cleared his throat.
"We will only attack if it's absolutely necessary. A peace treaty is our priority."

I sighed and turned away, letting myself be whisked away in the crowd. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, the crowd slowed down. Passing a few people hastily, I entered the secured basement. Children were huddled together or snuggled close to the elders. My eyes found her immediately. Her fair skin looked unhealthily light. The moving had done her no good. I kneeled before her, my fingers ghosting over her cheek. Amber eyes stared at me.
"I'll be back in a bit," I whispered.

A small smile appeared on her lips.
"Be safe."

I nodded eagerly, assuring not only her, but myself too. I stood up and made sure everyone was situated in the bunker. When no one was missing, I walked out. With a grunt, I shut the door. The heavy sounds notified me that the door had been locked. I pulled another door shut, hiding the opening from a stranger's view.

The two knives that hung on my belt were now held in my hands. I jogged to the front door, which stood wide open. Through the opening, hell had started. Wolves ran frantically and some people still stood on two legs fighting with their chosen weapon. I ran through the door and pulled it shut, trapping the death outside. Without wasting time, I mixed myself into the fight.

A male laid eyes on me and ran up to me. Mid-jump, he shifted. His wolf form landed in front of me and growled. I steadied my footing and held up my hands, my knives glistering in the light. I advanced and he took the bait. He shot forward, but before his jaw reached my arm, I swivelled left and planted a knife underneath his ribs. The sizzle of his flesh coming in contact with wolfsbane released a disgusting scent. When I noticed his shifting form, I pulled out my knife and threaded deeper into the battlefield.

Corpses laid scattered on the field, both friend and enemy, yet it seemed like the ratio of enemy wolves only seemed to increase. My eyes met a familiar pair. Panic surged through me. Four wolves were circling my father.

I ran across the field, dodging any wolf that tried to snap its jaw at me. I pushed myself off of the ground and jumped towards one of the wolves. Landing on his back, I swiped my knife past his throat.

Before my eyes could scan for any danger, a body collided with me. The wolf and I both fell on the floor, his heavy body on top of mine. His body was crushing me and limiting my movements. I managed to rake my knife against his side. The wolf yelped and snapped at my arm.

His jaw clamped shut on my wrist. Sharp teeth threatened to puncture through the protector around my wrist as he started to shake his head. I lifted my free hand, ready to plunge it in his stomach, but before I was able to, something hit the knife out of my hand. I looked to the side.

Another wolf had joined the fight. Instead of trying to bit through my wrist, his jaw snapped at my throat. I felt the canines. My breath got stuck in my throat and I froze. His canines remained on my throat, but he didn't pierce my skin. His warm breath blew on my throat. I took a shaky breath, my chest heaving up and down from adrenaline. The moment dragged on, but the wolf didn't bite.

From my position on the ground, I tried to look around. The wolf who had bitten my wrist let it fall to the ground and stepped away.

The fighting on the battlefield seemed to have stopped. Only ragging breaths were heard and some footsteps. I met my father's eyes. He had shifted back to a human. Several bites were visible on his body. His eyes met mine.

I stirred, but the wolf tightened his jaw on my neck. A low growl came from his throat, warning me to stay still. My eyes scanned the field, or at least what I could see from my position. Several people were still wolves, but most had shifted back. Some of my own were held still with a knife on their throat or with a boot on their back while they were being pushed onto the ground. The grass crunched.

A pair of footsteps started to approach. The man walked up to my father and stood in front of him. His black curly hair stood unruly. He was a few centimetres smaller than my dad, but his height didn't seem to bother him.

"MccRae," the man spoke, "I advise you to surrender."

My father shook his head.
"I refuse. I never wanted to sacrifice the lives of my pack, but you forced it to happen. The war has affected you beyond belief."

The man sighed. His eyes scanned the crowd.
"The whole world is at war. It's a mess. I'm only making sure my pack stays safe and strong, something you failed to do. But since you aren't willingly surrendering, I challenge you to a fight."

His eyes fall back to my father before he adds, "the loser is determined by death."

A scream escaped from my lips as I tried to push the wolf away from my throat. The man his eyes shot to me. The wolf was ready to finally bite down.
"Wait," the man spoke. The wolf slowly released my throat and backed off of me.

I struggled to get up hastily. My chocolate hair had turned messy and my wild eyes found his. He looked at my appearance. His eyes landed on the damaged wrist protector. His eyebrows furrowed. I walked up to him, angrily stomping. Just as I was about to reach him, my arms were pulled behind my back. The person behind me held my arm painfully high on my back. I was forced to lean back.

"Your daughter, I suppose?" the man asks, shooting a quick glance at my father.

"Corvi, don't."

His green eyes look at me again. With slow steps, he comes to stand in front of me. I grit my teeth, glaring.
"You haven't shifted yet," he says matter-of-factly.

"It's none of your business," I grit, struggling against the hold of the person behind me.
Corvi shares a brief moment of eye contact with the person holding me. My arm is let go, but just as quick, I'm pushed on my stomach onto the ground. The boot heavily pushing into my back holds me down, my face laying sideways onto the red stained ground.

"I want you to shift," Corvi orders.

A short low growl escapes my lips.

"I said, shift."
I glare at him. The air is pushed out of my lungs when the foot puts even more weight on me.

Corvi sees my knives laying close by and grabs one. He stalks over to me and kneels next to my face. The knife is placed against my throat. As the stench mixes with the air, he looks up at my father.

"Make her shift."

My throat burns. Swallowing hurts as the fire travels through my throat to my insides. I grit my teeth, trying to supress any sound. Corvi doesn't remove the knife from my neck. Breathing becomes harder and coughs start welling up. A grunt comes from my withering figure.

"I can't," I cough up.

Immediately, He removes the knife and orders for my release. The foot is lifted off of my back. I sit up on my knees and start dry-heaving. My hair is yanked back, pulling my head to face the sky and my throat vulnerable.

Behind me stands Corvi, holding the knife dangerously close to my neck again.

"Alpha MccRae, no wonder your pack is so weak. Werewolves without wolves are weak and should be killed off mercilessly, that includes your daughter."