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Brothers at war Love conquers . Chapter 2 Kaylani POV I was done dressing and headed out of my apartment to my aunt shop. She run a coffee shop and at the same time an eatery... so I work there. I went out and locked my door shut.. "Good morning Kay!" Dahlia my neighbor greeted "hey good morning!" I smiled "heading out right?" she asked as she sipped from her cup whatever she was taking "yeah...obviously!" I smiled

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

Don't you tell me that way included a lot of people with swords and shields bumping into each other? "Well, it is not exactly that typical type of war, but it was still a war full of blood and sharp stares." "This village during that period was full of fresh splashed out blood from the war they caused. If you are imagining it, it’s a typical type of war between two packs, but just the other one is weaker since mom’s hookup is not an Alpha like my dad. And, do you know what’s more interesting while the war is going on?" Aside from merciless killings, what else could be unusual?

I crossed my arms over my chest feeling incredibly vulnerable all of a sudden. “We didn’t start this!” Daniel looked confused, which had me confused. As I thought, I realized again that our history books were incredibly one-sided. “Daniel. This war has been going on for generations. Honestly, can you tell me what sparked the original fight, without making use of second-hand knowledge from someone else?” He looked confused again, but this time I was more sure of what I was saying. “I have read, and listened to every story about how the war started, and even in my own pack the stories are different. Each person remembers what happened from their own personal perspective. Most of them weren’t e

The world was already burning. And now Lena knew—the real war hadn’t even started yet.

Sighing, she turned her thoughts back towards the problems she now faced, allowing them to fill her. What would happen should war begin, would she ever see her friend again? What did John want with her mother? Tears slid down her cheeks, what would she do as the world twisted and changed before her very eyes, barely giving her a chance to come to grips with what she now knew. For if war did begin, would she be able to fight? And could she kill to protect those that she cared for? The questions looped and repeated as she rounded a corner, terrified that she would watch everyone that she ever knew die.

It was difficult to predict exactly when the war would occur. And if she was being honest, she actually did not want the war to happen. War, in any history of war, has an unenviable long-term prospect. There was so much bloodshed that was bound to happen, along with devastation, postwar trauma, and heavy losses on both sides.

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

I’d watched the building fall, with my own eyes; I’d seen the giant fire that raged and destroyed it all. But then who was the author of this message? Who knew about Hope's birth? Who threatened my baby daughter with that? I watched as Celine held our baby, the two of them serene and beautiful and fragile. Picked up the phone in my hand, with its message that was so impossible-sounding and threatening as to shatter our little bubble of peace. The war was not, after all, over. It would never be over. Not really. Not while I lived and my enemies still remembered.