Lisa approach's the war table where 10 of my top advisors and I are planing the ground attack.
"My queen", Lisa bows and looks to me smiling.
"Welcome my dear, come, come we are just finalizing the plans for tonight", I say with a smile.
Lisa comes and stands next to me looking down at the large table filled with carved wooden wolves placed strategically to represent both enemy and friendly forces. "Each wolf on the table represents 700 warriors", I begin explaining. "I have placed half of our forces at the front of the battlefield, we need to show enough force here" I say while pointing to the northwest corner, "to pull the royal troops to this area. While this batch is fighting the bulk of the royal forces the other teams will breach the caste walls here, I point to the southern wall".
"While each general executes there own directives Lisa will transport in and secure the packages". I look to Lisa and she nods. I look up to the group of people standing around the table, "tonight is the night that will go down in history. Tonight is the night that the royal pack will feel the lifetime of pain they have given to our people, to our children, brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers, they will feel the pain they have bestowed upon us times 10!! Tonight is the night that the royals will feel what we have felt, mourn like we have mourned and die like we have died! Tonight is for justice and justice will be swift and merciless!!" As I fishing my rallying cry the room erupts into cheers and I can't help but smile wickedly.
I nod to the group and excuse them while Lisa and I wait to speak in private.
"Very motivational my queen" Lisa says with a smirk. I laugh, "honestly they don't need much of a pep talk, we all have our reasons to fight but sometimes a reminder is nice also" I say with a slight frown.
"We will be victorious my queen, and the royals will feel the pain they so greatly deserve", Lisa continues. I nod slightly before turning to begin our walk to my room.
"Do you have any questions on the plan?", I ask Lisa.
"No my queen, I am ready to move forward with my part" Lisa replies firmly.
I nod again as I start getting dressed into my fighting gear. I pull on my black leather pants, hiking boots and pull on my skin tight black leather tank top. I slide my gun holster over my shoulders and place a gun on each side. I then put on my black leather jacket and start checking my guns and swords. Putting small silvers knives in my boots I finish off my outfit with two ice pick thin daggers pushed into the bun in my hair. I take one last look around and once confident that I am ready I walk out of my room to meet my generals to start the war.
Once everyone is ready we make our way to the royal castle, the air is humid and the full moon is high in the sky. I use hand signals to direct the forces with me as we await the signal from the initial wave. A loud howl echoes through the forest, our signal, with one last deep breath we attack, the war has started. Bodies litter the ground as I approach the royal king. I can see him, surrounded in dead rogues fighting viscously, he is a large brown wolf, at least double the size of a normal male wolf.
I run at him full force and collide with his body violently. He is momentarily disarmed but quickly recovers. We circle one another, oblivious to the fighting and bloodshed surrounding us. He lunges at me, I dodge quickly, using the opening to slice deeply into his side. The king let's out a painful howl and I leap aiming for his neck. He dodges just in time and claws my stomach, slicing clean, deep gashes into my underbelly. I growl lowly and leap at him again, he expects me to bite but I slam into him full force instead. He falls to the ground with a loud thump as I easily kill the royal warriors that attempt to interfere.
I stalk over to him slowly as he struggles to stand. With one paw I push him down, bringing my sharp teeth to his neck I rip his throat out without mercy.
I hear thousands of sorrowful howls as the royal pack feels the king die. I let out a victorious growl as I move on to phase two of my plan....River.
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Untie my heart
WerewolfRivers mother died while giving birth to Hope and his father blames Hope for the death of his mate. At the age of 6 River takes on the role of protector, becoming a human shield, mother and father to his baby sister. After years of abuse River is al...
