Loving Obsidian

Ch. 31 Lyanna

A/N: I'm Back!!! Here is the latest chapter for Loving Obsidian. 

I know I left you on a bit of a cliff with chapter 30... and I am going to do it again. *insert evil laugh here* Also, this chapter is a bit longer than usual. 

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I was beyond angry; it was pulsing through my system like blood in my veins. Someone had tipped them off that I was coming, they knew what I wanted, and they moved. Then they had lead me on a wild goose chance, which now meant that I was not where I was needed.

When I finally arrived back to Haven Woods Territory I was too late; bodies lay mangled on the field in front of me. The pungent metallic scent of blood held thick in the air. In the distance I could hear the gnarls and gnashes of wolves still fighting, meaning that the battle was still waging on.

"We are too late." I whispered through my mind to Sid. Despair at my failure weighing heavily on my heart.

"No, we are not! We can still stop this! " Sid was trying to rally my spirits.

"I wanted us to be here to stop this from starting."

"I know. I did too, but we can still end this! " Sid was getting me fired up, she knew all the right buttons to push to do it. "Now, stop wallowing and lets fight. I can still feel Jared. "

My teeth slowly extended, piercing my lip slightly leaving the taste of my own blood in my mouth, giving me a surge of adrenaline into my system. Taking one last look at the carnage in front of me, I let out a selfish prayer that none of the fallen wolves were ones that I loved.

Still in my human form I walked over the bodies of the dead, doing my best to avoid the pools of blood and other bodily fluids that surrounded them. Although I am not sure why I was, since I was purposely walking into this battle looking to spill the same fluids from Jared that I was avoiding right now.

Feeling that it was taking too long to get to the front lines of the battle I picked up my pace, no longer caring about where my feet landed. The closer I got the louder the growls were becoming, I could hear the distinctly loud rumbles of Alpha's as they fought, tearing down their opponents. Even more distinctly I could make out the sound of Abel, he was always strong, stronger than most Alpha's I had come across. Hearing him gave me hope and more drive to want to make it there to stop all of this.

It was clear to me as I made my way to the front line that Jared had no idea what he had walked into, but then again he was never the sharpest tool in the shed, for an Alpha he was easily swayed and would tend to follow rather than lead. The closer I became to the action the more I could see the bodies on the ground were rogue, that the stench in the air was more theirs than pack wolves.

Just as I was coming to the top of the hill, a snarling close by drew my attention. Looking to my right, I was a mangy looking gray wolf. By the blood that was dripping down her side and the scar that covered the left side of her face, I could tell she had not had the best life and was currently not having a very good night either.

Instinct told me to kill, attack first. But then there was something else that was calling out to me, compassion. It was something that I had not really felt in a long time. A tug at my heart that had long ago shriveled up was telling me to give her a chance, to help her like I would any of the rogues I had deemed worthy of help.

I put my hands up, trying to show her I was not a threat. "Don't." I spoke to her, the she-wolf tilting her head, "You can stop fighting. I can help you." She growled at me, stepping closer. My words were not getting through to her.