Kenneth’s POV
I should have suspected that something was off when the blood moon wolves didn’t move an inch from where they were as my men charged forward.
I should have suspected foul play when I saw the smile on Kevin’s lips as he watched my men run towards them even though he was about to be attacked by a number of men ten times more than the number of men he had with him.
I should have known that no one could be that confident without a reason but my proud mind couldn’t relate to that realization quickly and I had caused the death of my men because of that.
I had thought that Kevin had given up when he saw my men charge at him and couldn’t move to fight because he was rooted in fear. I had assumed that was why he didn’t move. Stupid me. I was a bastard as he had called me because I had no doubt that I had disappointed dad with how shortsighted I was.
How could I have been believed that they were a pack that would give up? I should have known that they were a pack who would fight till death came for them.
Kevin’s POV
I smiled as the explosives and traps we had buried in the ground went off as the men got closer. They panicked and started running away, not knowing where to run to and stepping on more mines.
They were doomed and I wanted to laugh out loud as I watched them scramble all around looking for shelter that they weren’t going to get but refrained from doing that. The war wasn’t over yet. It wasn’t over until it was over.
I couldn’t understand why they didn’t run back where they had come from but I didn’t care. If it was the fright that clouded their minds or the fear that their alpha would be the one to kill them if they ran to him and neglected the war, I didn’t know but I was glad that the war was going my way. For now.
My men had moved to the edge of the field and slashed at the men who moved towards there. In ten minutes, the first group Kenneth had sent were done with and killed, either by the explosives buried in the ground or by my men who slashed at them with their claws, targeting their necks and slicing them open.
“You want to risk more men?” I called out to Kenneth as his men lay, all dead in the middle of the field.
“You bastards!” He growled at us, his eyes flickering at everyone of us.
“Didn’t you mean to say genius?” I taunted him.
“You bastards!” He repeated to prove his point.
“Won’t you like to give up?” I taunted him again.
I could see the calculation in his eyes as he considered what I had said and his next move. He wasn’t someone to give up and yet didn’t want to risk his men. I hoped for his sake that he would retreat and not kill off his own men with his foolishness.
He finally made the choice that I didn’t expect him to make but wasn’t surprised that he had made the choice. He wasn’t going to change. Not ever.
“Charge!” He yelled, beckoning two more groups to attack us.
His general stepped forward. “I don’t think that they should, my lord.” He said, intercepting him.
Kenneth growled. “You dare disobey my commands!”
His general sighed and shook his head. “I do not dare to disobey you, my lord but I think we should tread carefully at this stage seeing that the blood moon wolves had devised cunning strategies to kill us off. We can’t rely on our strength and numbers as we’ve hoped. We can’t even go near them to fight. How are we supposed to kill them when we can’t do that? I think we should retreat before we kill our men off bit by bit.”
Kenneth stared hard at his general, his voice a growl when he talked. “I would rather die than give up on this battle.” He hissed.
His general winced at his words but quickly covered his emotions up with a nod. “I understand you, my lord, but I don’t think it’s wise to send more men to their death.”
Kenneth hissed. “Do you mean that I’m not wise?”
His general blanched in horror and quickly bowed. “No, my lord. I would never dare to do that.”
I smiled at their drama. They were talking in low tones but I could hear them clearly. I glanced at my men and knew from their smirks that they could also hear the two of them.
“Are you going to fight or bicker like a bitch?” I shouted at the two of them to get their attention on me. “I never thought that a day like this would come when I would see the despicable black rogue wolf bicker like a female wolf in heat.”
“Shut it.” He shouted, his head swerving towards me.
“I wish I have something to remember this day and hilarious moment with.” I laughed, not shutting it or having any reason to shut it.
“You mean you want a camera?” He smirked.
I nodded. “If that is what it’s called.”
He laughed. “I forget that you don’t have much knowledge about technology.”
“I don’t see how technology is helping you right here.” I said, chuckling at him. “I don’t need a camera to remember this. I have a brain here”-I said, tapping my brain-“and I will remember this forever.”
He scoffed at me. “I don’t think you will last enough forever to remember my humiliating experience.”
“I’m glad you know it’s humiliating but I can promise you that I will last forever, longer than you.”
“You think?” He snorted.
“Should we stake a bet on it?” I asked, goading him.
He growled, angrier than he already was. “Charge!” He said, fixing his gaze on his men.
I watched as his general threw his hands up in surrender and shook his head.
The men looked reluctant to move forward but they couldn’t disobey the orders of their alpha. They didn’t roar this time as they had done earlier. I had known that the men were going to move forward and was prepared for them.
I raised my hand up and shouted at my men who were hidden behind a fence. “Attack.”
The rogues charged forward, seeming relieved that they weren’t stepping on explosives and blowing up. I could sense their confidence level charging up as they ran to the middle of the field without anything happening to them. I glanced at Kenneth who was smiling, looking proud that he hadn’t given up hope on the war.
I shook my head at him. If only he knew better.
“Now!” I said to the men.
Arrows rang out, hitting the men in different spots on their bodies. We had spent days making those arrows and was glad that they were being put to good use. If I had to fight dirty like a human to reduce the number of my enemies till I could fight them with my strength, I wouldn’t hesitate to do that if it meant that I could keep my people safe.
The men were as stubborn, or stupid, as their leader. I expected them to run back towards the safety of their men but they kept moving forward. I wondered if they hoped that we would run out of arrows but they were stupid for thinking that. If only they know how many arrows we had made. The more they moved forward, the more they died by the silver arrows. My men had gloves on so they wouldn’t be affected by the arrows and they had good aim so each wolf that were targeted got shot and died immediately on impact.
The general of the rogue pack seemed troubled and moved closer to Kenneth. “Call them back, my lord. We need to retreat now.”
Kenneth seemed troubled with sacrificing his men but his obsession was playing on his good judgement and wouldn’t let him give up easily.
“My lord,” his general called out again, urging him to make his choice before the men all die as my men didn’t stop shooting the arrows.
“Retreat.” Kenneth shouted.
The men seemed relieved as they heard the commands and started running towards their colleagues. My men kept shooting the arrows and some of the men fell down while running, the arrows sticking out of their backs.
“You should have listened to your general.” I shouted at Kenneth as I watched him run off with his men.