Chapter 30
CAPTURE II
Jason:
We gave our battle cry and proceeded to attack. The moon was fully out, and although it was not a full moon, our blood boiled with force. Our pack was alive with confidence.
"Today, we are taking back what was taken from us! We are putting an end to the sly tyranny of Clyde’s pack! We do not fight to be vanquished, we fight to vanquish! I take it that you all know what that means?!"
"We do!" came the voices of my men.
"What does it mean?!" I bellowed.
"It means there is no room for failure!" they bellowed back.
"Attack!" I shouted and Instantly we were all transformed and bringing down trees and everything in our path. The goddess was on our side tonight, and we could feel it.
As the Alpha, I made sure every member of my pack understood the plan. We had gathered intelligence on Clyde's stronghold, ensuring we knew every nook and cranny of the terrain. Our tactics were honed, and we had spent countless hours practicing, fine-tuning our combat skills. The pack was united under my leadership, a force to be reckoned with.
Gray.
I watched Jason's pack from the shadows, their preparations impressively thorough. They had the advantage of the goddess’ favor, and they were ready to exploit it, and so was I, after all, my father’s used to say that a determined heart was closest to the goddess; I was so determined that my heart ached.
My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear as I prepared to confront the pack I once called my own. I had to accept the consequences of my actions, of my failure to let my own kin trample on me like a hideous animal.
In a few hours I would seize the title of Alpha, and go on to be the greatest leader of all time. I couldn't let Clyde continue down this destructive path of letting other lacks have their way with us sinoly because of some ridiculous peace treaties. But my resolve was met with doubt. Could I really defeat Jason, who had proven himself as an Alpha worthy of respect? Nevertheless, I couldn't stand idly by, knowing the suffering and degradation Clyde's reign had caused — Although we were known as the strongest back, everyone knew we had slowly declined during the years while the family who held power covered it up and gave us delusions of unbeatable power .
Giving a deep sigh, I signaled to Mirian and Elliot to find out the outcome of their mission,
"what is the state of the Orhert?"
"The Orhert? It just enjoyed a hearty meal of mutton, it should be heavily drunk in half an hour’s time." Mirian said, her brother, Elliot was not much of a talker so she did most of the talking.
"That’s beautiful. You guys can stand back, I am heading into battle now." I informed them.
"May the goddess bless your steps, Alpha." They said, and went out of my hearing.
Clyde must have been looking for me, it was time. I was going to fight by his side until the decline of the Orhert, then I was taking over. I was taking what I so desperately needed.
I saw Clyde, fully transformed and ready for battle.
Clyde:
I awoke my Orhert and headed to protect my pack. I had fought relentlessly for almost half an hour before Gray, my beta, arrived. This was a suspicious move, but there was no time to reflect on such trivial things. Jason and his skilled fighters were stronger than I had thought, and already five of my men had already been battered — this was going to be a tough one.
"Gray! Cover me!" I shouted and his big brown wolf roared in affirmation and joined me on the battleground, it felt good to fight with a brother who was almost equal in strength and as skilled as I was. My father had trained us together until we even fought in our dreams. It was a very nostalgic feeling. On the other side of the battlefield stood our magnificent Orhert moving in sync with me and bringing great wolves to their knees, the mother of this Orhert was a very powerful wolf, and although her miserable death was a tragedy to be mourned, she had fortified us with what had won us our many victories, and what made other war-inclined packs to shy away from us. Maybe the goddess was never against us in the first place, we must have imagined it in the first place — I thought, but the taste of victory was only brief, as Jason’s men seemed more skilled and trained than we had anticipated.
I had still not sustained a single wound, so I brushed off the pessimism in my heart.
"You asked for war Jason! And war you shall eat!" I screamed, and charged off in search of Jason, with my Orhert and beta by my side. My father also always said;
"Kill an alpha, and you have killed his pack."
We were going for Jason’s head!
Jason:
My men fought with the utmost precision and valor — pride rumbled like an earthquake in my chest. Revenge on Clyde’s pack was my father’s dying wish, and I felt utter euphoria to be so close to pleasing my father’s soul.
My father and Clyde’s father (Alphas Ashley and Carson) were as good as brothers, and they originally belonged to one pack, until the worst happened — they were both given the same mate, and they were both in love with the woman. However their mate loved my father because he was gentle and kind, while Clyde’s father was strong-headed and very arrogant. Seeing that he was at a point of being rejected, Carson framed Ashley for treason and Ashley was almost executed but the woman pleaded on his behalf until the then Alpha settled on just banishing him. As if that was not enough, when Ashley formed a new pack of his own, Carson attacked and burned his city down leaving him helpless in his time of need.
Now, I had finally managed to bring back our pack to its full glory, and I was not stopping at that.
I had just given a huge grey wolf an uppercut that sent him sailing across the woods, uprooting trees and bringing down small buildings.