Chapter 29
CAPTURE.
Jason:
I was thrown off-guard by the daring remarks of Jericho’s woman, and I was so sure that I had made a mistake by making her the care taker of my grandma. Elijah still stood at my grandma’s side with his head slightly bowed, in that instance I was reminded by why I loved Elijah—he was the most dedicated man I never knew.
"Elijah?" I began.
"Yes Mr. Jason?"
"She was right about one thing, I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way. I’m sorry." I apologized, but he brushed it off with a single movement of his hands,
"No, I should have been more precise in carrying out my duties, I am very sorry." He said, and bowed.
"Okay, Now, as for Jericho’s woman. . ."
"Her name is Clarissa." Elijah corrected, to my disdain.
"I don’t care what her name is, I am going on am important mission by nightfall and when I’m, I want to see her replacement, do you hear me?" I asked.
"Yes sir."
Before I left, I bent over my grandma and planted a kiss on my cheek, I walked out of the ward half expecting to see Clarissa waiting outside to take back all she had said, but she wasn’t there. That woman had some guts.
On getting to my house, my men (including Hayden’s men) where all still seated in the sitting room and getting acquainted to each other. After a meal of roasted steak and water we all sat at the dining table and strategized until nightfall when we all got dressed in our sparse clothing. We had a holder who was the carrier of all the packs needs, our pack holder was a fourteen year old boy named Twain.
The holders were expected to be very young, small and flexible so as to be able to move around without getting caught in battle, and also to be able to fit into odd and tight places that the bigger wolfs could not do. They were hardly any cases of holders getting caught or killed in battle, that being said, the holders were the fastest sprinters in a pack.
At night fall, we set off for Clyde’s pack. We where on a journey to recover all we had lost to Clyde’s pack five years ago. Clyde’s pack was once a very violent one and went on a rampage, killing and looting other packs. Once they became the strongest pack, they suddenly lost their appetite for war and signed deceitful peace pacts with other packs so as not to lose all they had gathered. But I remember their conquests as clear as day and I was going for revenge.
Gray:
Now that I was sure of Clyde’s trust in me, a hunger for power arose in me once more. The goddess was going to bless me one way or the other — with or without her consent.
We were a blind pack without the goddess’ favor, and I was going to use this to my advantage, everyone was trembling as the scent of war and bloodshed grew thicker in the air. Sleep was rare as nobody knew when and how the attacks was going to come. Clyde and the Orhert trained all day until nightfall trying to sync their skills. When the cries of battle began to pierce the sky, I summoned my two allies who had planned my escape with me, their names where Elliot and Mirian.
Elliot and Mirian where siblings with a dark past, their parents were executed for treason by Clyde’s father and they had lived and grown with huge grudges against the pack.
"Gray? You called for us." They said simultaneously.
"Yes, I did. This is our cue to bring Clyde to his knees. If we don’t do this correctly we might never get this opportunity again."
"We will put all our energy towards achieving our goals."
"Do you still remember our plans clearly?"
"Yes we do, we have gotten the atanaxins, we just need the location of the Orhert." They replied, atanaxins are the only herbs that can weaken an Orhert, it tampers with its nervous system —weakening its brute force and desynchronizing its movement from that of the Alpha’s and making it very easy for it to be killed.
Mirian and Elliot:
To us, Gray was the Alpha of our pack and we swore our allegiance to him, when our mama and papa where unjustly killed, his family took us in and we were treated with kindness and respect— never once as thieves or beggars or mere slaves. Gray was the sweetest big brother to us and he trained us in combat and skills of daily survival and we literally owe him our lives, we were going to give it our all to make sure the Alphahood was taken away from Clyde and given to him, we were going to rule by force.
"Deep in the eastside of the woods, you’ll find a huge oak tree with withered leaves. Beside it is a very poor cottage, with a caved-in roof. The Orhert lives there." Gray said, and we left with our bundle atanaxins. Our plan was to feed the atanaxins to a ram, and then live it in open space for the Orhert to kill and eat.
On getting there, we beheld the beauty and graciousness of the Orhert, his skin was like that of a god and his hair shone in the moonlight, and he was asleep like a prince upon a blanket of dried leaves. One way to wake an Orhert was by spilling blood, so we slit the throat of the ram and let it run a bit towards the cottage before it collapsed. What came next, was swift and majestic, as if controlled by an invisible switch, the Orhert woke and transformed into a huge white wolf and tore the ram into small pieces and devoured it. After eating, it stumbled back into the roofless cottage and fell into a deep sleep.
Clyde:
Finally, the dreaded day had come and there was still no word from the seer, and the goddess. It was time to unleash the full power lf our Orhert to conquer our enemies and bring them the destruction which they sought. Jason had ignored all our cues and pacts for peace, and not only did he do that he dared to bring the war to our doorstep — he had asked for his own extinction.
With our pack mind networking, I summoned the members of our pack,
"It is time for war" I said.
"Gray?" I called, but I was greeted by silence.