Alliance Flight Paths Classic Novels & Stories

Clearing my throat to get everyone's attention focused on me and not on a blushing Ava, I walked over to my desk. "Alpha, you requested our presence" Elder Neil bowed to show his respect. "Yes. The South pack is threatening an attack on our pack. They want revenge for the death of their previous alpha, which I killed after he attacked me. It is still unclear when they plan on attacking, but as of now, we are on lock down. Training starts tomorrow, no exemption" I explained the situation to everyone in the room. I cast a quick look on Ava, who had her eyebrows raised and seemed to want to say something.

"Alliance sealed." "Alliance sealed," I agree.

It is a good thing that the flight will take all day so that the warrior can catch up on their sleep on the plane heading back home. I stand with Angie and my warriors and wait for Samuel and his warriors to join us. I go over in my head what I will need to do. Samuel informed me that every alliance I helped set up and signed are loyal to me and was even willing to help get them over the border, which is good news for what we need to do. Now we were flying in by plane, using 2 planes, one of ours as it was blacked out so it was safe for us to travel during daylight hours and one of Samuel’s as well since we all wouldn’t have fit on just our plane.

"Wait. Look at this." He moved behind her chair, too close. The scent of expensive cologne couldn't quite mask three days without bath or sleep. "Three of the flights follow similar patterns." She highlighted the routes. "They all curve away from commercial lanes, stick to remote airspace." "Alejandro's not stupid." Marco's fingers dug into her shoulder. "He'll have multiple decoys." A false lead, something to waste their time while the real flight slipped away unnoticed. "But look at the departure times." She pulled up a calendar. "All within twelve hours. He can't move her three times."

Freya queried as we stopped at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor for me to finish the story. “Tristan was there to discuss setting up an alliance, part of the agreement from the pack was that only Blackrock officials were to visit. Tristan and Roman were the only ones there. So, he had to name me as the delta, let me be killed, or risk the alliance. I expect that if an alliance hadn’t been agreed that day, I would have been given a slap on the wrist and sent back to life as I knew it, but it was Oak Creek that we were visiting and Tristan signed the terms of the alliance with them that day. So as soon as we arrived back at Blackrock, he officially named me pack Delta.” I smiled at

he asked. I stood up slowly. “Now…” I looked down at him. “…we go to war.” ⸻ We walked out together. No more hiding. No more waiting. Just action. ⸻ As the car pulled away, Sam’s voice returned. “Alliance confirmed.” “Caydan Chaps now aligned with you.” I looked out the window. “Good.” “Next move?” Sam asked. I smiled slightly. “Now we take out their strongest piece.” A pause.

"Change the flight to the earliest one tomorrow morning." "Yes, sir!"

He expanded the map. The route lit up—delta south, then curling east through a web of lesser wards and forgotten maintenance roads. “She’s on a C‑27,” he said. “They’ll use the old reallocation arteries here, here, and here.” He pointed to three junctions. “They’re fast. Not as fast as we can be if we cut over the ridge.” Nyra, who’d come up in time to catch most of that, nodded once. “Plan it,” she said. “Daire needs something to hit that’s not his own walls.”

But then again, neither had her mother. THE ALPHA SPEAKS Raymond stood at the head of the table. Still. Controlled. Unshaken. But Amber could see it now. The difference. The edge beneath his calm. “They’ve started moving,” he said. No greetings. No introductions. Straight to the truth. “Three outer territories reported movement before sunrise. Two more just confirmed within the last hour.” One of the older Alphas leaned forward slightly. “How many are we talking about?” Raymond’s voice didn’t change. “Enough to wipe out a weak pack.”

Then, I took out an A3 paper from the briefcase and spread it across the table. It was a curved flight path, overlapping on the city map. "This is the flight path of the Cessna with the registration number B-10YZ between 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm on the same day. This aircraft…" I stared at him. "…is owned by Zach Airways." A flicker of tension crossed Zachary's face. Under the light, his face turned as pale as a sheet as he swallowed hard. Mike fixed his eyes on the two documents for a long time before he gradually raised his head. "Mr. Zachary, this weather report…"