Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Fifty - Six

Zayn's Point Of View

We have pasted the No Man's Zone. I can smell it in the thin air. The changing scents, it clings to the trees and the dirt. His land smells of putrid garbage and rotting meat, so he really is working with rouge scum. I can't say that I'm genuinely surprised, but it just ironic that the Capers hate Female Alphas, and want to rid the States of them, but they are besties with damned rouges.

'Zayn, Tiffany this is your call,' Zander say through the wartime-Alpha link, which is just a process where high ranking officials can communicate through a link that connected all of our allied packs. With rather a posh British accent, that reminds me of my birth place, he says, 'When shall we begin the attack, my majesties?'

Tiffany rolls her eyes then we exchange a look. I am just as annoyed as she looks. Damn him. Even at a time as this he still can be the childish SOB he is. I don't understand how his pack can take him.

'Very soon. Just wait for the moment.' She responds. Right now she is the Alpha see was born to be. My little mate stood tall shoulders straight and jaw locked as she stared into the slowly waking forest.

I know for the next few hours I'll do nothing, but worry about her and Doniya, who insisted on fighting. I know what they capable of. I've seen of with my very own eyes. I know Tiffany isn't very physically strong, but she is skilful, tactful, not to mention: the best shot I've ever seen. She could probably take someone's head off with a dagger if she wanted with her perfect aim. She just so small and fragile, I worry for her and Doniya, my sister. I silently pray to Luna to protect them. I'll stay close to them just incase.

'Aye, aye captain.' Zander speaks again in that god awful accent.  I try to ignore him as I kiss the top of Tiffany's head. The I squeeze her child-like hand and let go. Javadd forces his self to the front of my mind. He wants control, so control I give.

Javadd's Point of View

'Find the captives and omegas get them out, and take them somewhere safe, quickly. Cleopatra's pack and mine are the closest to our current location. If anyone does manage to get near the Capers do not kill them, restrain them, but I want them all alive.' Joshua's patrol line had finally sensed us, they're coming. 'Be careful everyone.' I let out a deep world shaking howl. I want Joshua to know we are coming for him. Preston, Zander, and Cleopatra, in turn, do the same.

Tonight everyone will fight for a purpose. My reasons are to avenge my parents to save the lycans of the Americas, who knows what would happen if that monster where to gain control. Not to forget, tonight I'll also fight for everyone whom has ever suffered because of the Capers.

All at once we charge into the Golden Moon territory. His frontal lines meet us. We plow through them with ease. Tiffany climbs a tree to my left. Donyia and Eleanor attack a wolf to my right. A young wolf, probably Tiffany's age, charges me snarling and stomping its feet.

Such a cocky, young wolf challenging an Alpha. He lunges to attack, but his movements are rather tortoise like. With lightning fast precision, I rip into his throat and tear out his jugular. His blood gushing, and squirting all over my fur.

I think of how Tiffany suffered as a child and what  she goes through now, how my sisters and I grew up as orphans, how there is a great chance my children will never meet any of their grandparents; how Waliyha screamed when she saw Mum and Dad lying cold and stiff in their blood, how Niall lies in his coma. All the suffering that the Capers has caused, makes my blood boil. I attack everyone of his wolves in my way. I fight blinded with rage. All I see is red.

I tear the head off some older wolf and Tiffany's bow slices through another in front of me. She hops down from the tree with her bow strapped, securely onto her back and her assault rifle, now assemble in her hands. A another blonde, whose face turned in the other direction follows suit. Tiffany and the other woman open out a round of fire. With deathly precision bullet goes straight between the wolves' eyes. Above the blood there is another metallic scent, stronger, more sharper than then iron in blood: silver. The girls are using silver bullets; cliché, but smart.