~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
~Anthony~ I left the hospital immediately after everyone had recovered from the poisoning and most of the people had left. I thanked my stars for the reinforcement that came. I never imagined that my father and mother would come, but they showed up, and I was grateful for them. It had finally ended, and no one dared attack Noah and Sebastein anymore. The sad part of the whole thing was that this was the time that we should have been searching for Uncle Leo, but it seemed the eastern alphas had other things in mind. I was glad that we had victory. It was time to go and rest. As much as I would like to linger in the hospital, I was physically tired and needed to sleep. Unlike others who had mates to call and children to ask of, it was just me. So there was no point. I knew other than my folks, no one was coming to say hello. Lucas was out of danger, so Gemma and I headed to the pack house together. Upon arrival, I checked in with my parents, but they were occupied with Uncle Ale
~Anthony~ There wasn't much to discuss, so I switched on the television, and what I saw left me pleasantly surprised. It was finally over. Aspen, filled with joy, pointed at the television. "Lord Albert and Lady Amelia," she exclaimed, leaping up. Seeing her genuine happiness warmed my heart. Despite her upbringing, she had a kind soul. I hoped her time in Greenville would allow her true qualities to shine through and bring her happiness. An hour later, Aspen left my room, and I drifted off to sleep. When morning arrived, Noah's voice greeted me in my mind. "They're safe," he announced, knowing I must have seen the news. "Yes, I caught it this morning," I replied. "Could you come to my office? Sebastian and Summer are still asleep—Summer's exhausted. Winter's at the orphanage, and Ethan's with Chelsea. The rest are still resting in the pack house. It's awfully quiet here," he said, and I chuckled, glancing at the clock. It was nine in the morning. Though we all needed rest, I de
~Leo~ We arrived in Mountain in the morning, and the emptiness of the airport was a testament to the battle that the East had survived. I fisted my hand by my side, annoyed that my children had to go through such hardship and humiliation. They wanted to wipe my family out and then kill all our children, too. They could have had some decency and made it a dialogue, knowing that others were with them, but they didn't, and I was livid. I planned to have a meeting with whatever was left of the eastern alpha council once I had rested and seen my children. Andrew placed a call to Gabriel, and Gabriel informed us that he would have the remaining ten alphas who didn't partake in the war and took a neutral stance to come to the hall. I insisted that they come to Mountain. The curtsey of coming to the hall was a sign of camaraderie, one which had been broken by their vicious betrayal. They could have also helped my sons; it wasn't okay to just sit by and watch, waiting to see who would