Semua Bab All The Queens Kings - Book 8: Bab 31 - Bab 40

HUNJIRostam, Jasper, Finn, and I were tasked with splitting the camp into three Divisions. North, East, and West. The West division of our combined armies would back Lamia, Mathias, Kellen, and Rhett, The North Division would be led by Jasper, Tobias, my brother, and Crimson. The East forces were to be led by Mike, Rogue, and myself.Finn’s job was to stay on Rhett’s tail.We had a list of different kingdoms that had sent warriors, or countries that had come together to fight for the realm. As well as a head count. Last night several of us went around camp, taking down names and which pack or kingdom they belonged to.There were several reasons for this. We knew not everyone would survive and we wanted to be able to honor the fallen as best as we could when the time came. I hoped it wouldn’t, but I was also realistic as was Mathias who ordered us to carry out this task. Another reason was that we wanted to split the divisions equally but also wanted to keep armies that had worked well

PETRAIn my raven form, I fly as fast as my wings can beat, heading for Cambiador Palace. From this height, I can see the city far below and the land that surrounds the capital of the Werecat kingdom.I wasn’t sure what I could do if anything to help the immortal child. I had no fighting skills, and I was limited in the shapes I could shift into.Not only was I a young Skinwalker who hadn’t developed the wisdom or knowledge of shapeshifting into bigger animals, but my father had weakened me over the years by siphoning so much of my blood.I would still do what I could for Queen Lamia’s child. Not just for her but for Oliver too. I owed it to both Lamia and Oliver, for very different reasons but they had both become my family. Even though Lamia had been upset with me and ultimately forgave me, our lives had always entwined whether we knew it or not.The sun's rays shine down on my black wings heavily as I approach the city. Circling I can see the southern border, or what I assume to be

LAMIAPlans had been laid out; Chakor was sent to scout the area where he had found Crimson. We were waiting for the old Skinwalker to come back with news.Lyric was able to upgrade the dirt bike mufflers and add bafflers to make them much quieter. Warriors, soldiers, mercenaries, rogues, changelings, and hybrids had all been fashioned with weapons of one kind or another. The majority had been given communication devices so we could stay in contact and each division didn’t have to rely on mind linking to get orders across.It sounded so simple, so easy, and organized, but we were far from it. Already there had been fights among packs or groups who didn’t see eye to eye. Every warrior thought they were going to win this war. Every pack that had joined thought they were the best.We were down to fight or flight and despite the internal fighting, everyone was ready to fight to the death for this realm. The only thing all these kingdoms, warriors, and soldiers had in common was to save the

KELLEN The sky was a murky grey, the usual clear blue sky of this continent hidden behind an underlying forecast of war.I have been here before. Just not in this lifetime. Many moons ago as Conri I remember standing in the valley of the vast desert between the cities and the rocky formation that lay ahead of us.I was always even keel Kel, when I came back from the other realm, I was anything but. Slowly I had recognized and started to become the king I was before falling through the chasm.Today I welcomed the ruthless and unforgiving King, Conri was. I would need that brutality and vicious demeanor that lay beneath my skin and coursed through my veins.As a pup, I thought my path was clear, That I would follow in my father's footsteps. I had a vision of leading a peaceful kingdom, one my father had already paved the way for. All I would need to do was oversee the packs, the businesses we controlled, and commit to keeping a just and fair kingdom.I still wanted to be that King. But

HUNJIChakor came down in a tangled mess, the prey birds attacking him. Even from this distance, I could see the copious amount of blood that covered his winged form. His rider, Ava had been bitten in half.I heard myself yell out to my old mentor, but it was too late. The prey birds had pecked him apart.Death was a part of war. It was an unfortunate inevitable. Still, Chakor’s demise was felt. Since all this had begun so many years ago, he had always been by my side in one way or another. Even when he was in the guise of someone else, meddling in our lives due to orders from Ascena or Ashe, he was always straight with me.I knew why Crimson wanted to go to his aid because he had been saved by the old Skinwalker. He felt he owed him. I felt I owed him, but there was nothing that could be done.The battle raged on, I found myself even more compelled to diminish these dark forces. I had faced them once before and knew they were strong.Ava said their weapons were tipped in silver and we