Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Forty Five

Tiffany's Point Of View

As a little girl, I dreamt of beautiful castles and a handsome prince that would take me away from my hardships. As I grew I realized that magic castle lost its magic and the prince was not coming. Then I wished for a pristine, white picket fence life. Perhaps Prince Charming could just be my husband, perhaps the magical castle could just be a beautifully crafted, suburban home.

Perhaps in that white picket fence home I could live happily. Just at the tender age of thirteen my dream of suburban life was stolen, along with my sweet Chanel.

Now at eighteen I wish for nothing more than a 'normal life.' Not a perfect or whimsical fairytale just a life.

I feel as though I have been dead for so long. Meeting Zayn forced a gush of oxygen into my cold lifeless body. Like CPR my heart was restarted and I was awakened from a curse casted upon me at the young age of five. This just a taste of live. The air ran out of my lungs after the attack. After Joshua attacked my pack, I became as cold and dead as my father's ashes, but I still remembered what life tasted like; I still do.

Now I crave life.

Tonight I fight for my right of life, mine and everyone whom has ever suffered at the hands of Capers. Tonight fight I'll for redemption for everyone I have ever known. I will not lose. Losing would mean more innocent suffering. We will  not lose. We can't.

Earlier today I called Cleopatra, Greyson and Zander on a four-way Skype call.

11:55 p.m.

After the three Alpha's have a brief introduction, I skip my own, and go head first into the nitty-gritty. "Greyson, Liam's assistant, was a mole. The war, you must believe me on this we have no time to argue, this war between the Capers and the Maliks was destine to happen. There is prophecy from the time of the fallen English absolute monarchy,"

Zayn obviously didn't look for his mother's work as I found it in one of her cabinet after he left, "stating two alphas by the name of Malik and Capers will wage war. The victor will be crowned king of all lycans in the hemisphere where he resides by the mother of lycan-kind, the Moon Goddess, Luna herself. After crowned, the Alpha's bloodline will hold the crown till the fiftieth, after the first to be crowned, wolf who takes the title of Alpha will have to fight for their king title as Zayn will, from who? I am not sure know. Prophecy is quite vague on that, but from how the person is describe they seem more monstrous less lycan. The cherry on top on of all this, we are going to attack Golden Moon tonight. We want to do the 32' which means we need all of your armies."

The line is as quiet as light traveling through a room for almost an entire minute. Each of them just stared blankly at me. Athena begins get annoyed, then Alexander whispers, "Damn girl that's a lot."

"It is."

"My brother's gonna be king. I'm in. You Cleo, Pres?" Somehow this man ..about go to war sounded as if he had won the lottery. I did not know him too well so I did question him.

Cleopatra, still stunned, comes alive at the sound of her name. "Yes. Of course.. I was just shocked for a moment."

Then Preston speaks up. "You know Malik means chief or king in Arabic?"

"Uh yeah.." I said rather annoyed, but awkwardly. Zayn had told me once what his name meant in Arabic.

"That's kinda weird, right?"

"Dammit Preston we have no time for this! Yes or no?!" Zander scolds his friend.

"That really shouldn't be a question because all of you know the answer. But for my high possibility of being yelled at by Zander again and for his voice, I'll say: yes."