Thunder was crashing as the lightning touched the ground of the pack land entrance, the darkness was met with yellow eyes, snarls were heard, as the Beta of the Blackrose pact screamed and sounded the Alarm " Attack, we are under Attack, warecats from the north! "
More screams were heard as calls from the East, West and South sounded the alarm.
Tristan Blackroses eyes shot open, hearing the panic screams of his pact as he looked to his wife in utter horror. " Lock the door behind me, " the Alpha said to his wife while placing his arms around her in a tight embrace knowing very well this might be the last time he saw her he kissed her with such passion.
As he stepped out onto his once beautiful packs home front ,the smell of death and screams horrified him. His eyes were looking around, searching for any pack members still alive, cackles were heard as he shifted his footing and turned.
His crimson eyes were met with at least 30 yellow eyes all looking out at him.
" Well Tristan Blackrose, I can't say your reputation proceeds you, you quite smaller than I thought you would be," a sadistic werecat said, who could distinctively be acknowledged as the leader stepped forward to him.
" What the fuck do you want, and why are you on my pack lands." Tristan spat back, he would not cower, he knew his death was imminent, though he wouldn't give this Cat the satisfaction.
" Expansion, and genocide, you mutts have to learn your place, so I thought I'd send a message to the werewolf council by taking out one of their top packs in one night." He sounded almost bored as he lifted his finger.
Two large gavilines impaled each of Tristan's legs, almost simultaneously one going through each. He smelt it before he felt the burning flesh from the silver weapons were holding him in place as he attempted to pull them out he found his arms wouldn't respond, wolfsbane he thought in horror, as he growled at his sadistic foe before him.All Rights Reserved