under attack

“Hey, wake up Hun, brought you breakfast.” That was the sound Leila woke up to. She had been dead asleep for as long as she could remember. As the soft caresses of his voice entered her ear, she found herself trying to wake up. Her body felt like lead. Like heavyweights had been placed all over her. Leila’s eyes felt sticky as though they had been glued together using the strongest glue there is.

Struggling to sit up, she heard herself groan as every part of her body resisted movement. As her eyes finally opened, first into small slits, and as the cold air passed through them, now fully awake. She started recalling. Yesterday had been her wedding day. Indeed, they had gotten married, but things did not go all through as they had expected.

She moved her eyes to rest lazily on now her husband Ryan, who looked all fresh and crisp and wondered how it was that he did not feel tired. Yesterday had been so tiring, only being able to get some sleep in the wee hours of the morning. But there was one thing that she could not discredit, other than the several deaths they had had, that had to have been the most intriguing thing she had ever done in her entire life. Her blood had never raced as fast before. The imminent presence of danger sending pleasurable spasms all over her body. She recognized what it was.

Thirsts, thirst for war, and the excitement that came with being on the battleground. Adjusting herself on the bed, she sat herself much more comfortably in the bed and greeted her husband with a peck on his lips. “Good morning husband, how was your night.” She asked as she stared into his eyes, which mirrored her as he saw her. at that she heard him take a deep breath and then embrace her. “As long as you are okay Hun, that’s all that matters.”

As she took her breakfast, details from yesterday started flooding her mind like a tornado. From the scene where he had bend to kiss her after they had been declared husband and wife. His kiss had been all consuming. First a tentative taste before he dived in to feast wholly. He noticed the changes occurring at the same time that Leila had. Their wedding had taken place in the woods, a line of parallel trees making what had been the aisle. At the front, there had been a square cleared for the purpose of accommodating more people.

The servants had been moving fluidly amidst the pack, everything appearing to be in order until one cry turned into loud clamoring, and the nauseating smell of iron in blood permeate the whole forest. They were under attack. Ryan underwent a berserk metamorphosis, his clothes rapidly transforming into shards of clothing’s.

He moved with dexterity, his eyes searching for Enoch, transmitting orders as he moved. Apparently, the Victorians had not waited for long. How they had gotten wind to attack when everyone was unaware, no one knew but they were here. Leila watched as a young wolf that had yet to learn how to transform, get torn into bits by the calvary from the Victorians. Blood gushed out of her throat; evidence of her neck being snapped. It dyed the ground and the dress she was wearing red.

Then Leila saw red. This was the beginning of the end. Blood thirst, blood rushing in furious momentum right through her brain forcing her to change almost instinctively. She rushed to the ground, her paws moving faster than she had ever known, it felt like she was actually flying. Her ears twitched with immense concentration, picking up every noise or movement made. Her eyes, had her pupils narrow into thin slits, that saw everything in an amplified version.

This was her first fight. The first major blood shed as the savior that would accompany her. moving with the speed of lighting, her figure turning into a blur, she clutched the attacker by his neck. She did not know how but instinctively; she knew the fastest way to kill him. And so, he lay there drenched in his own blood, the wedding site now spotting a red hue, as the number of causalities increased.

Looking at Ryan as he faced the mountainous calvary that was drowning them already, she felt invigorated. She moved to stand by his side. Her memory was already clear, she knew her own people. As she moved on fighting, they quickly trans versed a big distance towards the border to their pack area, where most of the Victorians were stationed.  Standing there, was a man. It was suddenly weird that a man would appear during a war between packs and this caused her to be weary, who was he and what did he want.

Behind him, stood the rest of the army, the healer already working on spreading herself amongst the casualties. She knew that if she attacked and managed to kill the healer, then this would deal a big blow to the confidence of the Victorians, but this would not be an easy feat as she was practically surrounded.