The 27th

Chapter 8

The sound of their feet pounded on the ground, breaking sticks and rustling bushes as their bodies grazed past the brush filled the forest. They didn't even try to muffle their moments, to be quiet because with their numbers, they were the top predators. Their numbers were larger then had been expected, three packs hearing our ask for help and sent all the warriors they could. They felt undefeated in the woods, but felt anxious for what was coming, the inevitable unknown.

While their superior genetics gave them extreme strength, speed and survival instincts, they usually had the upper hand when it came to humans. Though, they knew it wouldn't be the case this time. Their ability of capturing 26 shifted werewolves prove that their weapons were more advanced than even the Enforcers had experience before. Even with the advantage of their natural abilities and the element of surprise, they were still doubtful. They could only hope and pray to the moon that things would go their way.

At night, their heads would be tossed up at the moon, their howls reaching the stars. It would create a sorrowful ambiance of pleads and cries to give them the ability to bring as many survivors and kids home. Prayers were sent to keep friends and loved ones safe from harm. They were as loud as they could but they could only hope that the moon would hear them.

Time was also not on their side. It would take days to travel across the country, even longer if they had to go around pack territory if they weren't given permission. Even if they did get their earlier, they would need time to scope the grounds and plan the attack. They needed to know their weakness and where their kind was being kept. They also wanted to do something with the least amount of risk possible, to keep the casualty count low.

They moved as quickly as possible, toughing through the changing terrain. The ground turned from a mixture of dirt and sand to only the grainy, unstable substance. It grew harder to run, the slick ground making you slide or your paws would sink in. It also absorbed the heat, burning the bottoms of our paws. The sun not only heated the sand but also our back, scorching our skin through our fur. Most enforcers opted to stay in the shade, the heat bothering us more than the werewolves.

They had been on the run for days and they could tell that they were getting close. The air smelled bitter and unnatural, of the chemicals they used to bath and douse themselves in. Although, this area smelled particularly more pungent and even more foul.  As much as they all hated the smell, they followed it, knowing it would lead right to them.

He knew they were in the home stretch when they reached a road, dirt, but frequently used and adorned many sets of tire tracks. The posted military and warning signs pointed them in the right direction but they didn't follow. They shifted to speak.

"We stay here to rest. We fight at night." Sylerin said.

"The most small and fast wolves go to building. Look around then come back. We make plan then." Arias said, watching as a handful of smaller wolves ran through the trees and disappeared. They were small enough to be mistaken for a small pack of traditional wolves.

"Eat and sleep. Be ready when sun falls." Sylerin said before turning to a small group he had been talking to. Most werewolves had never encountered human weapons and he was preparing them as much as possible.

He himself and Osian waited for the wolves to come back. Osian twisted a small twig between his fingers. He a great strategist but wasn't one who enjoyed fighting, but he did what he had to do. They both waited in silence, listening to chatter within the other wolves. It was almost two hours before they returned but they still had hours before the sun would even begin its descent and touch the top of the trees.

"It's seems to only be two stories buts it's extremely large. There's no windows on the second floor but the first floor completely glass. It's just a bunch of computers and offices. The building is surrounded by barbed wire and there is only two armed guards doing perimeter. There is a few guards on the inside and there is at least 50 workers."

"No windows, no escape." Alias almost immediately said. "Wolves are up there." Osian nodded.

"How many doors?" Osian asked.

"Two. One in the back and the front but there seems to be a garage on the East side of the buildings. It had three garage doors."

"We go in three groups. One big one at each door. They move in building and go up. Get the wolves. A few wolves stay by garage doors and get them leaving." Osian said.

"Quick wolves stay outside. Strong go inside." Alias commented and turned towards Osian. "Tell Sylerin." He said and turned towards the wolves. "Make two groups. Fast and strong. Then sleep."

Sleep should have come easy to them, having traveled so many miles, exhaustion should have succumb then to sleep. Yet, they didn't. Nerves kept some up, others prepared. Alias slept very roughly. He up on and off, the slightest noise alarming him and has him sitting straight up. He didn't why he was so on edge, he never was, though by nightfall, he was ready.

That night, they didn't howl, praying to the moon silently.They prowled silently through the night, care to avoid fallen sticks and leaves. They stayed in the trees, listening to the vehicles pass by them, blissfully unaware of the upcoming attack. They were to be the lucky ones. The only humans to survive this night.