Rogue (Lesbian Story)

What To Do

A war? The words sawed through me effortlessly. We aren't ready for a war. Half of us know how to fight while the other half is as good as dead. And the children, they can't defend themselves. Quickly shaking out of my stupor, I give Isabelle my attention.

"How long?" I ask as I try and make a viable plan for us. Anything to helps us plan better for what's to come.

"We have three weeks, from what I've been told but we need to be ready in one. If I know my sister, she'll want this to be over as soon as it starts."

Shit.

"Har- Claire, sorry, I need you to start training now. Get them all out there and start. I don't care what you do but we are starting with sparring today. Margret, I need you to go with her. Point out the weak spots for any vampire and show them how to properly kill them so that they stay dead." They both nod, quickly leaving my office and heading for the arena.

"Ann, I need you to get as my wolves as you can. I know that not every wolf in Eric's pack wants to fight us or follow him any longer. See what you and Greg can do. Scar, Kota, and Peyton. I need you guys on patrol and be carefully. Watch each other's back. Eric could be out there and we don't know how bad he's gotten."

Havana leaves when they do, I guess she has a plan of her own, leaving Isabelle and I alone. Her eyes are train intensely on my wall, staring at seemingly nothing. With a shake of her head, her eyes refocus on me as a small smile spreads across her face.

"I've got a few people that can help."
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They've been training for eighteen hours, taking hour breaks in between but it's just not enough. They have gotten better but if we keep pushing them like this there will be no battle to fight. They'll all have worked themselves to death. Most of the stronger one have caught on quickly, reverting to survival mode. Their lifeless gazes train on each other, ready to kill if it means that they live.

A pair of delicate hands wrap around me as I'm leaning over the railing, watching my pack unravel before me. Havana rests her head against my back, drawing me closer by the second.

"You can't work them like this. It won't help and you know it." She mumbles into my back, taking fist full of my shirt in her tiny hands. Sighing, I remain silent. I know that I'm working them too harshly but what am I supposed to do? They are all depending on me and I can't let them down and leave them like sitting ducks. I have to do something.

"Call it." I tell Claire who ends the session. The fighting stops as everyone shuffles off to their quarters, relieved that the day is over. They are scared and I can't seem to reach them. The thick shadow that hangs over them refuses to vanish as it slowly descends on them. Nothing that I do seems to make them trust me and without trust, what do we have? This fear is holding them back and I can't fucking help it! Harsh sounds of grunting and banging draw me out of my thoughts as my eyes find two boys fighting aimlessly. Fear lingers in their wide eyes as the fight gets worse. They're terrified. Untangling myself from Havana, I hop the railing, racing over to their direction just as they strike each other. Their frail and naught bodies go flying in either direction, spiraling until the metal floor greets them.

Struggling to get up, they charge each other again, not fully feeling the damage that has been done to their bodies. Reaching out, I pull them apart despite the kicking and screaming of either boy. They can only feel the fear slipping through them, slowly taking over. Drawing the both of them into me, I restrain their movements with my hold, promising them that it'll be okay.

"I can't die! I can't!" One of the boy sobs as he fails to break free of my hold. He's fifteen years old and he has to worry about dying. My arms tighten around both boys as their the fight leaves them.

"I promise that I'll protect you. I promise."

Heavy footsteps approach our direction but I refuse to let go of these two boys. If I do they just try and kill each other and I can't let that happen. A familiar yet disgusting scent trails into my nostrils causing me to glance over my shoulder. His smile infuriated me while his presence relaxed every nerve in my body.

"Well baby sister, if you needed me all you had to do was ask." My anger peeks as he laughs.

"Why are you here?" My wolf urges that I let her out as she claws at my walls. Damn it. My eye blaze over as I watch him, his reaction indifferent. The arena quickly fills with silence as he studies me.

"I'm here to help, child. I can't let my sister die by anyone other than myself now can I?"

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Very short I know and I'm sorry!