~Noah~ Amidst my kin, I felt the tension thick in the air as we clashed with the Eastern werewolf packs. Outnumbered though we were, hope still burned within us. Our strategy was clear: target the alphas, and victory would be within reach. "Focus your efforts on the alphas," I communicated through our link, sighting an imposing Alpha wolf amidst the fray. Their stature and agility made them easily discernible amidst the chaos. I silently thanked the moon for granting us this advantage; its wisdom proved invaluable in the heat of battle. Adrenaline surged through my veins as the scent of blood and sweat mingled with the earthy aroma of fur and soil. With a primal roar, I led the charge, my pack, comprised of both family and friends, rallying behind me. The clash was savage and relentless. Fangs bared and claws extended, we tore into the enemy ranks with ferocious abandon, taking down the Alphas. The ladies and kappas shot at the enemy from the forest, and I watched them fall like
~Gemma~ I waited impatiently at the clinic, not knowing what to hope for. If I hoped that no one was brought in, there was a possibility there were no survivors, and everyone was dead, and if I hoped people would be brought in, then there was a possibility that everyone would be injured or maybe Noah and Sebastian had yielded. My nerves were all over the place, and Doctor Marian could not help me. She couldn't give me anything for my nerves because of my condition. I sat on the couch in the doctor's office, my hand on my stomach, praying for everything to go well. I never knew we would ever have to fight in our lifetime. I believed our parents had done all the work. I guess I was wrong because a battle was ongoing right now. "We need to keep calm," My wolf said, and I knew I needed to relax for the sake of my baby. I was worried and decided to lie down. Sleep engulfed me after a few minutes. "Wake up, Gemma," I heard someone say, and I sat up. I was a bit disoriented, but wh
~Gemma~ Lucas looked peaceful as if he was sleeping, but his pale skin sent another message. He was burning up, and I had to look for ways to cool him down. Unfortunately, he was the only one that had adverse effects. I sat by Lucas to watch him, praying that he would open his eyes. Sebastian walked in, looking worried. I knew he was trying to compose himself. "She will be fine. I gave her the antidote," I said, not wanting him to be worried. "Summer is awake; I came to check on you and Lucas. Brandon is up, too. Hasn't he woken up?" he asked, and fear gripped me. If Summer and Brandon had been awake, then Lucas would have woken up by now unless the antidote had not worked. Did I not give him the right dose? "Gemma, are you okay?" I heard Sebastian say, but his voice was distant. I was panicking, and he could see it. While I was trying to compose myself, the electrocardiogram went off, and Lucas began to flatline. I became frantic. Medical practitioners rushed into the room, a
~Noah~ As the chaos settled, everyone regained their health in the hospital, and the dawn began to break. Winter, Sebastien, Summer, Ethan, and I trudged our weary bodies homeward, the weight of exhaustion and accomplishment heavy upon us. It was surreal to think that we had just faced a battle more perilous than anything we'd encountered before, yet here we were, battered but victorious. Sebastien, Ethan, and I shared a silent acknowledgement of the newfound pride that adorned our belts, a pride earned through blood, sweat, and sheer determination. This victory was not just a notch in our belts; it was a testament to our resilience, our unity, and our unyielding spirit in the face of adversity. Our achievements in the Grizlo case now seemed a mere shadow compared to the threat we had just overcome. But amidst the triumph, there lingered the sombre reminder of the lives lost in the skirmish, comrades who had fought alongside us and now lay silent in the wake of battle. Their sacr
~Sebastein~ As the chaos of battle engulfed us, despair threatened to consume me whole. We were a ragtag group, standing firm against a tide of enemies who seemed intent on our destruction. The odds were stacked against us, and every blow struck by our adversaries echoed with the weight of our impending defeat. The venomous hatred directed towards us, fueled by the alphas and their followers, cut deep into the core of our being. It was a stark reminder of the prejudices and grievances harboured by those who saw us as adversaries, as overprivileged and undeserving. But amidst the onslaught, amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope emerged. It was the voice of Uncle Alexei, resonating through the chaos like a beacon of salvation. I turned, my heart pounding with a mixture of disbelief and relief, to behold the reinforcements that had arrived with him. At that moment, I knew we weren't alone in this fight. They had braved the riots and defied the barriers erected by our enemies, all to
~Ethan~ The battle was surreal. I never imagined that I would fight in anything like that in my entire life. When my father and uncles told us of their adventures, it almost sounded unreal. Tonight, we had tasted it all. We had to go against our own people, people that we were supposed to govern and keep safe. They had backed us into a corner, and we had no choice but to push back. My heart was heavy because of my parents, and I used that pain to fight. With every snarl, tear and claw, I vented my anger. We were supposed to be out there searching for our parents. Instead, they helped the enemy box us in. I didn't feel sorry for any of them who died, and as for Moses, I hoped he was alive because I planned to make his death slow and painful. When I woke up from the poisoning, I had a slight rash that faded before we left the hospital. We would have left immediately, but we had to wait for Summer. As much as I wanted to head to the Bunkers, I knew it would be insensitive to le
~Leo~ We moved through the thick forest, hoping we would come to a road soon. Luckily for us, Andrew was a good tracker, so thanks to him, we didn't go in circles. I didn't know what would befall us, but I was determined to get home. It was already nighttime, and stopping to rest would be the best course of action, but we couldn't do it. We all knew the longer we delayed, the worse it would be for us. We continued and soon heard wolves fighting. I moved close, and even though Andrew tried to stop us, I needed to know who it was. I recognised the scent, and when I looked at Amelia, she recognised it. "Tamia and Sylvester,' she linked me, and I knew that they had come to find us. Amelia and I did not think twice when we shifted and ran toward the fight. Indeed, it was a battle. I knew the wolves. Marcel, Theodore, David, Sylvester, Tamia, Avery, Linda, Nicole, Claudia, Bryce, William and Levi. 'Leo,' I heard Tamia in my head. 'We are safe,' I said, and Black lunged at a wol
~Leo~ As the camera turned on, I composed myself to address the people, though I couldn't shake off my frustration at the way my sons had been treated. "First, I want to thank everyone for their concern for my well-being. My mate and I are grateful, but we are highly disappointed that after all that we have given to you, your first response was to try to eliminate our children and take the East from them. If anything had happened to us, you all would have wiped off our legacy in the name of justice. And it is heartbreaking to learn that despite all our efforts, it seems nothing we do will ever be enough. The alphas in the East did not only victimise my sons and back them into a corner in the name of justice; they also tried to hand over authority to the real culprit. Moses Keegan, who I now know, is the son of Gavin Richford, the nephew of Alpha Ramsey Richford, former alpha of Whitewood pack and father to Amanda Richford, my former mate; the people responsible for the uprising an