Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen           

Battle at Eastern

Part Four

Dallas

“Every single wolf in every single division needs to be extremely prepared and on high alert. This is where all your years of training comes in, boys. So do your job and do it well. Now report to your unit officer for prep immediately.”

As Zack barked commands though his transmitter, all I wanted to do was throw up. The growing sickness in my stomach due to Troye’s absence and unknown whereabouts was nearly enough to make me vomit. Zack took instant action after we got the call, ordering his scouts around and preparing for a battle. I couldn’t help but feel like everyone around me was doing something to save Troye, except me.

Everyone was milling about the pack house, doors slamming and opening faster than you could even see. I stood still in the center of it all, temporarily paralyzed.

My paralysis faded as soon as a disheveled looking Zack jogged by me. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back. He turned and looked at me with an annoyed expression, which quickly faded when he realized who had grabbed him.

“Yes Alpha?”

“Tell me what to do,” I stated eagerly.

He gave me a blank look, then replied. “Monitor the happenings around the pack house, I guess. Make sure everything is in order and stay here for reports when the scouts go to Eastern,” he replied evenly.

I could feel anger steam from inside me. Did he think I was incapable of fighting?

“Bullshit! I am not sitting around here like some child! The love of my life is trapped in there somewhere and you’re insane if you think I’m not going to try and save them,” I bellowed. His eyes went wide at the sound of my booming voice.

He gulped. “Yes, sir. Find Cody, he’s in charge of Unit A. He will get you prepped. Good luck Alpha, and take Sam with you. He’s been asking me all day to work with us,” he responded quickly, then rushed off to prepare his own unit.

I nodded and pushed past frantic pack members in order to get to the scout room. I saw a familiar tuft of brown hair pass in front of me, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him through the swinging door to get ready.

“Ouch Dallas! Jeez, you could have just asked me to come with you instead of ripping my shoulder out of its socket!” Sam yelled, rubbing his shoulder and looking around the room.

The room was pristine with white walls and white floors. It almost looked like a hospital room, considering the four examination tables in the right half of the room. I guess those where were the scouts got their physicals. The left half of the room had walls lined with artillery and various drawers filled with who knows what. I shuddered. The scouts were good at their jobs just in their werewolf forms. Add high caliber bow and arrows and various types of violent looking weapons and these guys were unstoppable.

“Dallas and Sam get over here!” We turned our heads to see Cody standing at one of the examination tables, finishing up with a wolf named Carson. Carson jumped off the table, pulled on a tight black t-shirt, and headed through a door on the opposite side of the room.  Sam and I complied, quickly walking towards Cody. Cody had his back turned, fumbling through drawers and muttering incoherent things. Sam and I exchanged a glance.

“Cody?” I asked uneasily.

He didn’t answer, but continued fumbling around the drawer for a minute longer until he finally found something. “Aha! Found ya,” he began, turning to face us with two sharp needles in his hands. I felt Sam cringe. “All right boys, shirts off,” Cody finished.

Sam and I exchanged yet another glance. What the hell was going on? Neither of us moved.

“C’mon, we don’t have all day guys! Do you want to save them or not?!’ Cody yelled, making Sam and I spring into action, removing our shirts and turning back to Cody.

He took a piece of cloth and wiped off a small section of our upper arms. The cloth was cool to the touch. Then he proceeded to inject us both with some sort of green liquid that burned as it entered my blood stream.

“What the fuck was that?!” Sam screeched as soon as Cody injected him. Cody chuckled at Sam’s feminine yell. I snorted.

“It stops your scent,” Cody replied simply, leaving Sam and I seriously confused. But neither of us dared to ask what the hell that meant. We didn’t want to seem like idiots, did we?

I guess Cody sensed our confusion, because he began to delve into an explanation.

“It’s a hormone I created to block the glands that secrete your werewolf scent. It will preserve the element of surprise so you guys can really catch them off guard. They wont know you’re there.”

Sam whistled. “Wow, Codes. That’s some serious shit,” he said.

Cody beamed. “Thanks! I’m just glad Zack let me administer it. Otherwise I’d be dreadfully useless in this pack…” he mumbled.

Sam pat him on the shoulder and said something encouraging. I was too busy thinking about Troye to care.

“Alright guys, Unit C is already guarding Eastern’s perimeter and Unit B just left to take their place. A is assembling outside, waiting for the three of us. So lets go, shall we?” Cody gestured to the far door we saw Carson walk out of earlier. Sam eagerly raced over, Cody and I not far behind.

About 10 wolves were already transformed and waiting for us on the front yard of the pack house. The three of us quickly shifted and Cody headed to the front to give orders.

Every wolf was poised and ready as Cody reminded us all of the scout code and the lives at stake.

But all that was going through my mind was this morning when I kissed those beautiful soft lips of Troye’s and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever get to do it again.

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Part Five

We were crawling. Crawling along the dry and patchy grass that belonged to Eastern. We hadn’t been spotted yet. The strategy was to divide into 4 groups and each group would position themselves in front of a set of windows. When the signal came, we would invade the house through the windows and trap Grey’s men—hopefully. I wasn’t too sure how this all was going to work, but I trusted Zack and his experience so I kept my mouth shut.

The wolf in front of me stopped crawling.

Stop. We are here. Don’t jump until I give my word.

Zack’s command entered my head and I obeyed instantly. Sam’s fur bristled next to me. He was clearly nervous. We all were. The tall wooden building loomed in front of our crouched figures taunting us. I sniffed in deeply and took a mental list of the scents:

Vanilla

Cinnamon

Pine

Mold

Cupcakes

Mint

I felt the corners of my muzzle turn up into what would be a human smile. Cupcakes. Troye had to be in there somewhere. His scent was faded, but it was there. He hadn’t sent me anymore of his thoughts since he told me his location, and that worried me. I forced the thought out of my head and focused on the task at hand instead. Take these guys down. Follow Troye’s orders. Save him.

3.2.1. go.

 

The wolf in front of me charged forward and we followed suit, sprinting as fast as our limbs would take us. We reached the edge of the wooden structure and leapt up, forcing ourselves in through the gigantic windows.

Glass shattered all around me. Yelping coming from inside the house boosted my confidence. They didn’t know we were coming. I felt my paws hit the wooden floor and I rolled forwards, shifting back to human form as I did so. I felt my body form a crouching position, my hand placed in front of me supporting my weight. I slowly lifted my head to see the two men supposedly in charge of the operation standing before me.

Grey’s facial expression showed how effective our planning was. He was shocked beyond belief, his mouth gaping open at the sight of my wolves surrounding and enclosing him in his own home.

The man next to him was someone I didn’t recognize. He had dark hair with what looked like reddish tints. His hair stood on end and was disheveled, but in a manly and attractive way. He looked young, probably in his twenties. He was tall but not very muscular, although he had an aura that radiated confidence and a face to go with it. High cheekbones and dark eyebrows with a small mouth twisted into a smirk. His facial expression held no surprise, just indifference. He could be sitting on his couch at home watching the CNN and be wearing the same face.  There was something off about this guy.

I looked behind the two the check out who Grey had working for him. I instantly recognized a rabid looking older guy as the rogue we caught prowling on our territory. So that’s where he went. My eyes scanned the room but no one looked familiar to me. Then I caught a glance of familiar tinted blue hair. It was that damn checkout girl from the minimart. No wonder she carded me.

She stood directly behind Grey, her arms crossed over her chest. She wore chunky doc martens and a fishnet top that was much too see-through.

The thought of clothes reminded me that mine were probably torn to pieces by now. But I looked down and saw only minor tears and rips. I shook my head. I’d bet $100 that Cody had replaced my shirt with one of the tear-proof scout uniforms without me knowing.

I looked next to me at Sam who didn’t fare quite as well. His entire chest was bare from the shift. I guess he hadn’t gotten a scout shirt. I glanced down and breathed a sigh of relief. His pants were on and tight as ever. I swear that boy thought he was punk rock or something. His jeans were tighter than Troye’s.

Incoherent mumbling in front of me snapped my attention away from the clothing situation. Grey was still confused, quickly glancing around at my wolves.

“How did you? What…?” he mumbled again.

The man standing next to Grey cleared his throat and took a step towards Sam and I who were still on high alert from the entrance in.

“Grey, why don’t we be proper house gets and welcome Dallas, his beta, and the lovely wolves around us into your humble abode,” the man stated—a bit sarcastically, I may add—and turned to glance at Grey who huffed in response.

The man turned back to us and continued speaking. “Ohhhkay… Well then. Hi Dallas. Hi Dallas’ beta—“

The rest of his sentence was cut off by my beta’s snarky comment. “Sam. Dallas’ beta has a name and it’s Sam.”

The man speaking smirked and his eyes drifted over Sam’s body for a couple seconds longer than they should have.

“Hi Sam,” he emphasized Sam’s name and paused for effect afterword. “I’m Damien. I apologize for Grey’s horrible manners. He wasn’t expecting guests today!”

Sam snorted in response to Damien’s words. Sam’s reaction had Damien smiling fondly.

I growled. This was no time for games.

“Cut the bullshit, Damien. Who are you and where is my brother?” I seethed at him. His smile faltered, but his cocky stare remained.

Before Damien could respond, Grey stepped up to us--seemingly he had found his composure.

You are the reason we—including your brother and your mate—are in this whole mess to begin with!” Grey shouted, startling the entire room. At the mention of Colette my eyes flicked around. In the upper right hand corner of the room Colette was bound to a chair, her eyes laced with fear. I was happy to see she was alive.

“Care to explain Grey?” Sam barked a response since I was too wrapped up in my surroundings to speak.

Grey barked out a sarcastic laugh. “Care to explain? You people don’t even know what you’re doing wrong! That itself is an abomination. Well, Sam, let me tell you who got you into this goddamn mess. Your alpha. Ever since he came into power your pack went all hippy-dippy and rainbows and equality. You people parade around town supporting terrible unlawful actions that make me and the rest of Eastern sick. You even have fags running the goddamn scout cooperation—one of the highest honors achievable by a wolf. And you give it to the gays? Despicable. That’s why Damien and his rogues and I teamed up to destroy you. We’re ready to obliterate this horrid excuse of a hierarchy and show your wolves how a true pack runs. And that would require eliminating the problem at its cause—you two.”

Before I could react, Sam began to chuckle deeply. I turned to face him, confused by his actions. I was ready to pummel Grey’s face in and Sam is laughing? I glanced at Grey who mirrored my expression.

“Why are you laughing beta?” Grey growled.

Sam shook his lead, still laughing slightly. “I just think it’s funny that the guy you teamed up with to kill us for supporting homosexuality hasn’t stopped staring at my chest since we got here.”

A chorus of  “ooooo’s” and gasps diffused throughout the room. Atta boy Sam.

I looked up at Grey to see him displaying a horrified expression and glaring at Damien who still looked disinterested in what was going on. However, his eyes were trained on Sam as they exchanged a heated glare, but I couldn’t help but notice that Damien didn’t deny Sam’s accusation. 

I watched as Grey began to get fed up with the child’s play circulating the room, considering the seriousness of the topic at hand.

“Shut up! All of you! Rocky! Load em’ up,” Grey shouted. My heart hammered at his last words. Load what up?

The unmistakable loading of a silver bullet revolver sounded behind my head. I gulped.

“Now. You scouts don’t have to fight today. You are all trained and useful warriors and we cant risk good blood being spilled. So why don’t you all stand down while my boys dispose of these two bastards,” Grey’s voice vibrated throughout the room.

Zack took a step forward and was about to speak but I quickly sent him a telepathic message not to. I had a plan.

Zack closed his mouth and stepped back, all of his scouts reluctantly taking a few steps away from the perpetrators in the middle.

“Perfect,” Grey announced, obviously pleased with himself. “Now, Caleb go get the boy so he can watch his precious alpha fall from grace right before his eyes.”

Troye.

He was alive. A weight was lifted off my heart and I could finally breathe again.

I shifted my eyes towards the sound of heavy metal boots clunking against hard wood. An older man walked towards Grey. He had gray long hair pulled back into a ponytail and big brown cowboy boots on. Large gold rings decorated his fingers.

“Uhh boss that’s a no can do,” the man—Caleb—spoke in a deep southern accent.

“What? Why?” Grey snapped back. I swallowed back a lump forming in my throat. Troye better be okay.

“Well… John and I beat him up pretty badly… we don’t think he’s gonna make it…”

“YOU DID WHAT?!” I heard myself yell at the man who then turned towards me, his eyes displaying a guilt that was most likely insincere.

As his words processed in my head I felt everything fading. The shouts around me dulled, my knees weakened, my eyesight was going in and out.

We don’t think he’s gonna make it.

That sentence terrorized my brain and stabbed at my heart. I may never be able to see those beautiful blue eyes or kiss those plump red lips or touch his perfect pale skin.

My legs collapsed from underneath me and I fell down onto the hard wood. My vision was blurred, but I began to hear a little better.

Sam was shouting at Caleb, accusing him of being a murdered. Grey was yelling at Zack who disobeyed my request to stand down. Various other battles were being fought around me and I just couldn’t take it.

I took a deep breath and conjured all the energy I could to speak.

“Shut. Up. Everyone,” my growl sounded throughout the room, instantly silencing everyone. I looked up to see all eyes on me.

The concerned faces of my beta and scouts gave me a surge of will to put an end to these guys once and for all, despite my shell-shocked state. Just get your men out of here Dallas, I told myself. Then worry about… the other situation.

I could feel my stomach burning at the thought.

Returning to the matter at hand, I sent Zack orders:

Zack. Stand down. At some point I am going to count to three. On three you attack. Let the scouts know. And just trust me on this.

 

Grey cleared his throat and took a step towards me. I took a deep breath and pushed myself off the ground to face him.

“Fine Grey. Do it. Kill me.”

His mouth twisted into a sadistic smile. Next to me, Sam’s mouth was hanging open. The scouts all held grim looks.

“Good choice Dallas,” Grey said, and then turned to his left. “Rocky, this is it.”

Rocky walked towards me, his military dog tags jingling. He stood in front of me, sizing me up. He cocked his gun. I gulped.

“Dallas!” Sam screeched next to me. I shot him a look, pleading with him to just keep his mouth shut for once.

“Good bye Dallas. And Good riddance,” Grey’s voice spoke, but I couldn’t hear him over the pounding in my head.

Rocky took a step towards me.

3.

He stopped directly in front of me, cocking his gun.

2.

He closed his eyes and positioned the gun at my temple.

1.

 

I swung my leg out and knocked Rocky on his ass—his gun flying out behind him only to be retrieved by one of the scouts. I looked up to see everyone engaged in some form of combat against Grey and the rogues.

War was breaking out around me. 

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Oh my goodness I apologize to everyone waiting for this update. It was so hard to find time to write this week! I was going to finish up the battle in this chapter but I could not keep you waiting any longer. Tell me what you think and remember to vote!! Love you all :)

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