Falling For Storm

Storm

We rushed through the secret underground tunnel at lightning speed as the fire grew bigger and the smoke grew thicker. They wouldn’t notice any movement or smell any of our scents at this point, and that was exactly what we had been waiting for. It was the perfect diversion, and they wouldn’t know what hit them as they were probably still waiting for everyone to burst out of the burning house, so they could pick on us one by one. As far as I knew, they were trapped in the middle of our pack land, and there was no way out but to fight their way through two hundred warriors, a two-hundred-year-old vampire, a hybrid, and three powerful wolves and their alpha.

A few minutes later, we burst out of the hidden trap door, surprising the invaders. They didn’t have the time to regroup when my pack lunged forward and got into action, working as a unit, attacking and killing every single wolf that dared to challenge them, and so the war began. Wyatt took down three rogues simultaneously, while Hunter threw two more that were about to bite down on one of our warrior’s throats. Dakota fought alongside Eric, who was shredding and pulling hearts or throats out like he was picking tomatoes on a regular day. I stuck close to Amara, who had not turned into her wolf form yet but was effectively backhanding rogues to oblivion. Knocking them down like flies and mosquitoes. Well, shit... I had best not piss her off when all this was over, I thought to myself.

I charged towards the biggest one like a madman. I was certain that this one was not their alpha, but I must say he or she, whatever it was, seemed strong for a regular pack member or rogue. Talk about injecting steroids. I pulled back when it lounged itself forward, snapping its jaws at me in succession. I lowered my stance before leaping upward within seconds, latching my fangs on its throat. I swung my head to the side, tearing a big chunk of its flesh, and a gurgling sound escaped from its mouth before dropping dead. I moved on to the others while keeping a watchful eye on my pack, who were doing a good job mowing down the lawn and cutting out the weeds of unwanted invaders.

I especially watched Amara every chance I got, which was admittedly all the time, but not to the extent where I was too distracted. It wasn’t that she couldn’t fight as well as anyone else, but I couldn’t help but observe how much she had changed into a little warrior—my little warrior. She was moving at full speed now, and I was completely in awe at how magnificent she was. Her movements were both graceful and explosive, dominating her opponents easily. She didn’t need to change to her wolf form in order to maximize her power. Staying the way she was did nothing to slow her down or make her vulnerable. I quickly scanned the battlefield mentally, taking notes on how everything was going. Hunter and Wyatt were tearing down anyone who charged at them easily, while Eric and Dakota moved as if they had been fighting alongside each other for a very long time.

Our enemies were down to thirteen when Amara suddenly spun in my direction, and her eyes grew wider by the second.

“There’s more coming, Storm!” She warned.

The way she said it made me assume that these were just foot soldiers, and we’d be outnumbered in a minute. Fuck! I mind-linked every one of the possibilities we could face and quickly added that we should all proceed to plan B. Was this going to be it? Were we finally facing their alpha or leader, or whoever the fucker was? After killing the last rogue of their first wave, we regrouped and held our position. We still had a couple of tricks up our sleeves, so I was confident we’d make it. Possibly injured, but definitely alive.

A minute later, we felt the ground shake, and rumbling sounds echoed through the forest. Holy shithole! It was like we were about to get caught in the middle of a stampede.

“I can’t tell for sure, but I think we have about 200 to 300 incoming wolves,” Amara uttered with her hands resting behind her ears, holding back loose strands of her hair.

What the hell? They really must have been recruiting throughout the years, obviously waiting for a day like this to occur.

“We’ll make it. Have faith in your pack,” I assured her, and her eyes snapped open before finding mine.

“I know,” she simply said before smiling at me reassuringly.

“They’re here,” she announced before standing in between me and her brother calmly.

Amara let out a gasp as soon as they arrived at the clearing—not because the approaching wolves were too many, but rather because of their physical size. They looked like a bunch of freaking T-Rexes. I mean, alphas in their wolf forms are massive. We were born and built that way. We were the biggest ones in every pack. The stronger you are, the larger you are, and not to brag or anything, but I was huge. And those wolves that were making their way to us were a tad larger than any of us. Now, I really thought the fuckers were on steroids or something. We allowed our enemies to rush towards us before striking at the right moment. Most of us were taking on three to four wolves at a time. It was brutal, but we had to hold it out for a few more minutes. We had to hold it out, no matter what.

“Is that the best you can do?” Eric shouted, sending two wolves flying and crashing hard toward the trees, breaking the trunks in half and possibly the bones of those wolves.

His reserved demeanor was gone, and it was now replaced by an untamed fury. He was dashing from one wolf to another, clawing at them and tearing them apart like paper. He even bit the neck of the one who tried to attack him while he was choking two already, and my god, he was lifting them up like rag dolls. Okay, it was official. Amara and Eric were scary as fuck when they were mad. It was a good thing they were on our side.

It pained me to see some of my pack members being badly injured, so I had no choice but to call in for backup, which was obviously our plan B. They rushed in and joined the fight soon after I called the shots, giving us another advantage and more time to recover. There weren’t more coming; I knew it based on how some tried to escape. We just needed to take out the remaining ones, and that was it; we were done. We could do this. And just as the last wolf died, a loud snarl echoed through the woods. Our heads snapped in their direction, and a group of ten cloaked vampires stood like statues. Almost instantly, Eric tensed up beside me, and right at that moment, I understood—we all did. He knew who they were.