“How much time do we have?” Deimos asks again.
“20 minutes.” Giovanni says.
“We protect the weak first. Make sure every single wolf is in the shelter.” Deimos orders as Giovanni nods eyes calm focusing on his words.
“Then what?” Giovanni asks.
Deimos lips tilt up in an evil smirk, “We fight.”
For the first time in my life, I felt the rush of time. We needed it to calm down and go slow but it ran like the wildfire killing every last inch of peace with it. I counted the number of pups as they huddled in the arms of their mothers.
The old were all sitting on the ground with blankets around their shoulders. I could smell the waves of fear emanating from them. This was the first outbreak of war they have faced. No one dared to enter these lands when Giovanni’s parents were alive.
“Clarie!” I call out to one of the females I trained.
“Yes, Luna Lumina.” She bows.
“You are in charge of protecting them. You will make sure the pups do not make a single sound. Do not open this door at any cost. You will protect these wolves with your life. Do you understand me?” I ask her.
“Yes, Luna Lumina!” She says loudly adhering to my command. With one last look at the wolves present, I head outside.
“Where are you going, Luna? I thought you will be staying here with us?” Clarie asks me as I turn around to look at her.
“I cannot let my male have all the fun now, can I?” My answer disguised as a question. I wait until Clarie reels the door shut to head up the stairs and shut the main door locking it.
I see Deimos finishing up a quick fight plan to the warriors as I look at my watch. 5 minutes. I sigh in annoyance. So much for a relaxing day. Who are these wolves? There’s a high chance they are rogues trying to acquire land.
“Lumina.” My male calls out to me. Perhaps he sensed the anxiety growing within me. I look towards him. He opens his arms for me and I walk into his warmth as his heartbeat calms me.
“Where will you be fighting?” He asks me.
“By your side.” I smile a sad smile. We look towards Giovanni who stands there calmly, hands behind his back head held high. The male Deimos trained has grown from a juvenile to a strong male. He is ready.
The second alarm finally rings. They are on pack grounds. The warriors stand behind Deimos and I whilst Giovanni stands in front of us waiting patiently for their arrival. He stands tall not allowing the worried glances or whispers of his warriors to faze him. He is preparing to learn of his prey.
The enemies come flooding in, eyes crazed with hunger. They are plenty running towards us more in number than our warriors. I watch as these wolves show no emotion like they are dead bodies walking without souls.
The wolves rush in and stop a few meters from us, snarling and growling. I sense no fear, no rage. I sense nothing.
“Why are you on my land?” Giovanni’s voice booms.
“Why else? To take it.” One of the rogues’ snarls whilst the others snickers behind him.
“I don’t talk to disgusting runts like you. I was talking to your leader who hides behind.” Giovanni responds calmly as the wolf roars with the anger of being talked down to but a low growl from another makes him shut his mouth.
Their leader emerges from the shadows, his eyes a mix of yellow and black. The color of rogues. He walks with confidence but the smell radiating from him makes me want to vomit. The smell of something rotten.
“Ah, the young Alpha, Giovanni. The one who rose, to the death of his parents.” He speaks with a smirk.
“Who are you? And why are you on my land?” Giovanni pays no heed to the rogue’s words and questions again. If it were me I would be already losing my patience.
“My identity does not matter. As to why I am here well, nothing much just to acquire what you possess. No need for formalities if you would just give it to me willingly and surrender.” The rogue says.
Our warriors begin to laugh and so do I. That was funny! I didn’t know rogues make good jokes. The rogue stares at us frowning and snarls in anger stopping us.
“Oh, you were serious? We apologize.” I say catching his attention. His eyes land on my flesh and slithers up and down like a snake. It doesn’t faze me as this happened to me all the time before.
“And who might this beauty be?” He asks licking his lips. I smirk. His blood will be in my throat before the sun rises.
Tilting my head from side to side cracking my neck I smile. “Your worst nightmare.” I whisper.
Deimos looks at me and I nod. He crosses his fingers behind his back as a sign for the warriors to get ready and they shuffle around preparing themselves. “It’s your call, Gio.” Deimos whispers.
Giovanni doesn’t say anything and stares at the rogues scanning each and every one. “Kill them.”
“Attacco!” He screams and that’s all it takes for us to run full speed towards the enemy.
They are taken by surprise as we bombard them. Deimos jumps into the air clothes ripping thrown about in shreds, his wolf taking the lead. He pounces on one of the oncoming rogues, mouth around his head teeth sinking into flesh, ripping the head off the body.
A rogue sprints towards me his legs carrying the weight of his wrath. Grabbing his neck, I climb onto his shoulder legs wrapped around the throat cutting off airflow, my hands over the sides of his head twisting it in one fluid move killing him. His wide-open lifeless eyes look into the dark sky falling onto the ground.