Disaster

The thoughts of my mum flashed through my mind, and my eyes widened. Is my mum okay? Was she still in labor?

Would she be able to survive this war in her situation?

People continued dying, and bullets were flying all over, each sound making it difficult for me to do anything. All I needed now was a miracle.

I could feel the fire's heat, it was approaching me, burning everyone, but our rivals weren't fazed by the flames and continued destroying us.

If just an auditorium was like this, I couldn't imagine how it would be outside. War must be happening outside, and dead bodies littered all over. Houses were on fire because our pack was one of the largest packs.

I struggled, forcing myself into a sitting position so I wouldn't get burned alive.

None of the rivals had noticed me yet; if they had, they wouldn't have had a second thought before aiming their guns at me or killing me with their swords.

I began crawling away, fearing to stand up to my feet because silver bullets were flying all over, and I didn't want any to strike my head.

They were considerate for killing my pack members with silver bullets instead of leaving them to continually burn in flames and still keep healing. That would be too much punishment for innocent people like us.

As luck would have it, I approached a little secret door my dad had created for me when I was a toddler.

As fast as I could, I pulled it open, still in a crawling position. Just as I was successfully making my way to safety, I felt a piercing intense gaze on me, and I froze.

Slowly, I tilted my head back, only to be met with a pair of emerald eyes watching me.

His gun was directed at me from where he stood in the midst of flames, and I knew it was my end.

He was a young rival, dressed in their uniform, his gun and cold, piercing gaze aimed at me.

He was covered from head to toe and looked to be the youngest among every other rival I had seen who were men, but he was a young boy.

Our gazes unexpectedly locked, his cold emerald eyes watching me and making me feel like he could see through me and stare directly into my soul.

I feared he could trigger the bullets and end my life. The only thing I could do was cry as fear paralyzed my whole body.

I then felt his gaze lingering on my teary face, and my eyes flew closed when I saw his hand which held the gun move.

I waited for death, but nothing came, and when I opened my eyes, he was no more.

Instead, it was a broken, burning roof descending right in my direction from up.

I slipped through the door, and heard the burning of the woods and explosion of fire, engulfing everywhere. I was unable to see anything in the auditorium which was on fire.

Everywhere was covered in flames, and I heard the voices of people crying in it. They were trapped inside the auditorium; could that rival boy have possibly been trapped too, or did he voluntarily spare my life?

He had the chance to shoot me dead if he wanted to; I was under his mercy. But it seemed he truly had mercy on me and disappeared.

I doubt he did have mercy on me; they were all cruel people. He might have fled because of the flames, or my pack warriors might have handled him.

I discreetly made my way into the chambers where I supposed my mum should be.

They were all startled by my presence when I ran inside, fear etched on each of their terrified faces.

The fight wasn't heated here like it was in other places, but I knew the rivals would soon arrive.

They must have been aware that the Luna of the all-brown pack would conceive today; that's why they attacked us without any signal or information.

The birth of an Alpha born was always difficult and could lead to Luna losing her life in the process. That's why my dad had to transfer his energy to her, which left him weak. That's how it's done, and our pack was supposed to hold tight security, and they did, despite that we weren't expecting any war. But it seems our rivals arrived and settled in our pack a long time ago, continuing to lay in wait for the perfect time to strike.

I ran into the embrace of my mum who seemed weak, while the rest of the servants locked the door.

I had been knocking and screaming my lungs out for them to open the door for me, fearing that the rivals might catch me, and luckily they finally recognized my voice and pulled open the door.

I saw the newly birthed child in a cot, and the nurses were attending to him, softly shushing him not to cry and inform our rivals that we were hiding here.

"Charlotte, are you okay?" My mum asked, breaking out from the hug, but I shook my head, still crying.

"Where is Michael?"

I still shook my head, refusing to say anything. I couldn't tell her that Michael, her mate, and my dad, were beheaded in the most terrible way ever.

I was still a kid, but wiser than being just a stupid blabbering kid.

"Don't worry, Charlotte, everything will be okay," she tried to reassure, running her fingers through my already messy hair, but I continued crying.

"No, mum, nothing will be okay. They will definitely come for us," I cried harder, shaking my head and dismissing whatever words of comfort she had to offer.

Before she could say anything else, the banging of the door as though it was forcefully kicked startled us all, and the nurses almost stumbled into the crib where the newborn baby lay.

I cried, hugging my mum tightly as chills ran through my spine.

"It's a boy," my mum whispered soothingly into my ear, but I couldn't feel any happiness toward the news.

My sibling's gender reveal meant nothing to me anymore. My attention was focused on the door, which was kicked but didn't open.

The baby's cry must have alerted them that we were here, and if the six of us here managed to escape, it could only be a miracle.

Another thud on the door came again, and I yelped, hiding in my mum's chest.

I'm sure that if they continued throwing their powerful kicks at the door, they'd be able to break into the room.

"Ophelia, Brooklyn, come help me up," my mum called to the nurses in a whisper, and they immediately ran to help her up, while I got up from her.

We were all in the room, and the door was our only barrier between life and death. The room was dimly lit, and the tension was palpable. I couldn't stop my tears, and my heart pounded like a drum, creating an intense rhythm of fear.

"Charlotte," my mum whispered, pulling me closer. "You need to be strong, for your baby brother and for yourself."

"I'm scared, mum," I confessed, my voice trembling, and another forceful hit came into the door, and this time the door locks trembled weakly.