Zillon was right to not believe her, she kept messing with things and with people, well not really people, but him.
Since they started, Celeste has been trying her best to convince him that she could train too and when he asked why, she couldn't give him a suitable answer.She knew she couldn't train, she was pregnant and borderline tormented, but through the two days that have passed, she had been his drive. She brought him water most of the times and was there to run her soft hands through his fur whenever he finished a practical training session.She along with some other pack women had filled an igloo with water for the rest of the pack and they cooked too. It had been helpful, but now that this was the very last day of such intense training, everybody was on the edge.The war was some time tonight and Zillon didn't think they were well prepared yet...People were having mental breakdowns especially the omegas, he was having a breakAs soon as the afternoon sky reigned above the packlands, the men were set to rest, they talked, they ate and in anxiety they waited.Some slept, some didn't, some went home and some did not move from the training grounds. Zillon sat along the sidelines, Celeste's face hidden against his chest as she sat across his lap. "I don't like when you're like this. Why do I have to sit here?""Because Kitten, I want you to.""But everyon—""Nobody's looking, Celeste. Nobody even cares, everybody knows we're a thing, mates always do stuff like this.""Not in the open, because I've never seen them.""I see them all the time. Once when I was on patrol, I heard some awful groaning and thought it was someone dying from a rogue attack when in truth two wolves were just f*cking in the bushes like rabbit.""That's a lie and you kn
"You're right, I should've done just that, father... abandon you guys forever."Zillon cocked his head towards the voice. "Xavier...? What are you doi—?""I should've never came back...I'm a rogue after all, I'm not your family anymore.""That's why you should get out! Take your rogues with you, get them off my land.""Father!" Zillon intervened, his eyes shadowing with even more disbelief. "You have the courage to say that in front of his face too? How can you just tell him to leave? What's wrong with you?""It seems you weren't brought up right. Rogues are rogues no matter who they were before, we don't just accept them or their help, we kill them if they so much as trespass, and its not suppose to be different with him.""Then do you think I'd really kill my own brother? Do you think my heart is that black?""Y
Instead of at the borders, the pack warriers were lined out in front of the pack house. The women, the children were already hidden in the safehouse as Zillon had planned. They had food, water and was told to bring a set of change of clothes. The opening was hidden among the grass that tainted the land and mask was poured around it, the stronger one that Celia had been talking about, the one that could last for days... The doors were locked from the inside and Celeste held the key in her hands It was hell to get her to take it, hell to get her to go inside. She had been so adamant on wanting Zillon to come with her. She hadn't seemed so scared before, but it seems the nearer the war drew, the nearer her anxieties drew too. Tears had drowned her face as though it was a waterfall and she had held him so tight with no aim of letting go. Zillon found it hard to leave her as well, but he had to, didn't he...? &n
It tilted it's head, seeming to be in confusion until Zillon decided to speak. "Why are we fighting? Why is there a war?"The wolf scoffed, crouching down against the tough soil. Zillon could hear fluently as each of it's bones cracked and then before him, stood a man seeming to be in his late 30s. "I wonder if you're him..." He smirked."I'm who?""Why don't you ask Gregory and by the way, where's your brother?"'My brother?' Zillon thought, why was he asking about Xavier?"Why do you want to know?""It's unfair to start a war with someone so clueless, but regardless of that, the red blud pack will not lose its liability and trust because of this. If it takes eradicating this whole pack to find what I'm looking for, I will do so without remorse and Gregory...please bear in mind that you're the first person I'm coming at..."
Celeste sat on the cold floor, not able to eat a thing, she could hear the noise outside, the growls that sounded so much like screams, the paws that scraped like sharp knives against the dirt...She could hear it all despite the hands that covered her ears. Her sister was out there, her mate, her father and all her friends, and the worry within her would not die.Her heart felt like it was beating in her head, it kept hammering, every beat felt like it would kill her. She had a bad feeling about this, her hands kept shaking, her lips too and tears wouldn't stop running down her eyes.She hated this...she knew people were dying and that was the last thing she wanted. Her eyes kept glancing down at the keys in her lap, she wanted to go outside, she was a Luna, she didn't want to just sit back while everyone died...she's suppose to help and this duty that Xavier and Zillon had bestowed upon her was not considered helping..
Zillon thought he could win, he honestly fought with his all, but he wasn't strong enough, wasn't fast enough... He missed the most vital spot on the wolf by a second and that's what lead him to where he was now; on the ground, watering the earth with his blood...The king did not miss, he did not hesitate to slam Zillon down on the floor, to sink his teeth into his neck...but maybe that's why he was a king...he didn't listen to his heart, just like Zillon's father had said....Zillon should've probably listened to him, but what would he have gained?If he had sent Xavier away, then they would've never made it this far in the war, so probably Zillon was glad he listen to his heart...The only thing he was sad about was breaking his promises...the ones he made to Celeste...'I'll come back...''We'll win...'His own words had him choking o
Xavier did not see the danger until Celeste was apart of it...a flash of white dwelling in a land of red...On the battlefield, she resided over a scene Xavier never thought he'd be heartbroken over. Zillon laid flat on his side, gasping to so much as breathe, blood coated the fur under his neck and for a moment, Xavier forgot that he was in a fight with an opponent far stronger than him until he was tackled to the ground...His back hit the dirt hard and a grunt left his lips as he tried pushing the wolf that had jumped on to of him off... He had to help Zillon, he had to save Celeste, he had to—Xavier's breath hitched when the alpha king that reigned behind Zillon approached, his eyes fixated on the little white wolf, looking like a mouse under the attack of an overgrown wolf.She didn't even see the attack coming, she didn't even notice his approach, she was too unstable; emotionally and physically...This was no place for a pregnant shewolf and yet Celeste ju
Celeste's hands trembled as she held him, her heart drowning in sorrow. "Zillon..." She sobbed pitifully. "You lied...you said you'd come back...you promised..."Zillon looked up at her, eyes barely open. "I also... pr-promised that if-if anything happened, I'd say goodbye first, didn't I?""I don't want a good-bye...I want you to get up, to heal...""I...I w-won't heal and y...you know it.""But you have to..."Shakily Zillon's bloody hand reached for her face, wiping the tears that tainted it. "Don't cry, kitten..." He looked over at Xavier who stooped alongside her. "He'll take care of you...""No...I want you..." Celeste cried, grabbing his hand and moving it from her face to her stomach. "Will you say goodbye to them too?""I...I..." Tears blurred Zillon's vision, his eyes glancing away from her. He couldn't say goodbye or rather he didn't want to. He wasn't ready to go, he had to help Celeste through her pregnancy