Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Thirty-Four

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It's a test to see how strong their forces were. They think my frontal line is feeble, and forceless. They thought I was ignorant to the size of their armies.

I was too cocky to make my army stronger. An ironic chuckle creeps up my throat as I stand before my patrol troops. The two hundred and forty-six wolves were only my patrol wolves.

The rest of my army was five hundred and ninety-six members strong, not counting the rouges I enlisted. (The rouges would round my army up to and even two thousand.) I don't except for most of my warriors to come back alive. I know most of them will be killed, and do not I care: not a single bit. I really only expect for fifteen to come back because I sent a group of ten to pack with a special mission: To attack the pack house and bring me an elder, a Beta female, and a few civilians.

Yes, my army is much smaller than their's. I know for a fact that all of Preston's, Alexander's, and Zayn's warrior wolves were around five thousand.

I am I afraid of the gap of wolves? Oh hell no. With the surprise attacks tonight I expect to break all three patrol lines and poison the warriors with a something very deadly to wolves.

To bad Tiff and Kat are in Florida with their mates, they would be the perfect people to go after. Oh how I would love to see my childhood chums slowly go insane over something so non-essential as a mate.

But eventually they would be back, and I will get them. Because what is the best way way to win at chess? Take the fucking Queen! Sure all the other pieces to the game can protect the king for awhile, but not as well as a queen could. In the real life game of chess the kings was already in check without the queen by his side. Checkmate would come as soon as the king's sanity began to wither away.

Oh what a marvelous time that would be!

Then I would have my way with Tiffany in front of Zayn, then rip his still warm, beating heart from his body in front of Tiffany. I daydream with a grin.

I still can't believe what an idiot Zayn is. He still doesn't remember the point of this war, although, his mother studied Lycan history, and knew one day one of her eldest children and I would battle, just as the prophecy said. I always hoped it would be Zayn whom would take role of Alpha, although, a war with Doniya would have been interesting.

The wolves in front of me stand tall in a luminous, shadowy light casted upon them by the crescent moon. It's almost time. The only noise is the wind rustles the treetops. Death rings its piercing howl deep in the forest and it's time.

My phone buzzes, three am, the Hour of Evil. The hour of death. The hour where the strongest demons awake to reck their mayhem.

My favorite hour of the day.

"Shift!" My voice booming over the silent crowd.

All at once, in a swift military fashion, they all become wolves. "Troop A head off Sinclair's pack! Troop B to Scott's! Troop C to Malik's!"

I watch each head off with their corresponding troop letter. Heading back into the pack house I crack open a Heineken, and wait for hell to rise.

Niall's Point of View

Next to me Elizabeth lies asleep. She looks peaceful, and I want to join her in sleep, but I can't. I feel weird like there was something amiss. Something was so wrong I can feel it deep in my bones, something is wrong.

I don't want to worry Lizzie, so I am careful as I slip away from from her arms.

"I'll be back princess. Don't miss me too much." I caress her cheek and gentle brush my lips against hers, not a kiss, but more of a chaste peck. I pull the blanket tight around then her.