Mate Massacres

Chapter 69

"Last time I was there, I noticed the peeling wallpaper. It could do with a makeover," laughed the old-fashioned Alpha, trying to humour the situation.

Krey knew that if they didn't laugh, most would cry, so he let quiet chuckles ripple through the room before attention was pointing back to him.

"As much as I want to charge into my home and take back my walls, I see that as chaotic." Krey's deep voice didn't need to be loud to be heard. "I say we dedicate one hundred wolves to going in and fighting, and the rest to surround the Packhouse, so nobody can escape alive." A few wolves nodded and quietly discussed Krey's idea. "Twenty of my pack are either dead or held hostage inside. The quicker we get to them, the better."

"Agreed, but what if there are more than one hundred wolves inside?" asked a Delta who had recently lost their Alpha, the Alpha's human mate, and the traitor Beta. He was rightfully very anxious.

"I doubt the Bedlam pack is that big."

"But if they had so many Beta wolves, they could have hundreds of pack members."

"We can send in more if that's what you want."

"I think that would be best. We don't want to turn your home into a slaughterhouse."

"No," Krey said, staring at the faces with his intimidating dark brown eyes. "But people will die, and it won't just be southern wolves." The room silenced. "We will lose many wolves today."

"Well, we could have lost all the Alpha's if your Beta wolf didn't phone to warn us. Yes, some Beta's already got to their Alpha's, but you also saved some. You certainly saved me. We doubted if you'd want any allies Krey Graymer. We see now that if this was any of us to have our homes taken, you would help win it back. Your father would be proud," the old-fashioned Alpha praised.

The last sentence was like a punch in the gut. Krey broke his stare and looked to the floor. Krey would like to think that his actions were what his father would have done, but Krey didn't know for sure because his father wasn't here, all due to a cunning and greedy southern pack. "My father's death will be avenged in this fight."

"Yes, it will," Makena said behind him. Krey turned as she stepped closer. "Roden, Viktor, Jorlina, and Jonathon will be avenged in this fight." Makena looked at the two Delta's who had lost their Alphas. "After the fighting is done, we will be glad to offer any support to Delta's, and help you find new Alphas and trusting Beta wolves. We are all disgusted by the traitor's actions, but we need to show the Bedlam Pack that they have not shaken us and cannot do this to us ever again."

Wolves around the room stood tall and ready. Krey felt their pride, and he felt his own adrenaline rising. "My mate is currently on the run with my Delta. Viktor's traitor Beta fought to get a hold of my mate. We have to get my home back and quickly, so my mate has somewhere safe to return."

"Then let's stop wasting time!" an Alpha said. "My pack is strong and will do well in the fight."

"And mine!" another Alpha said.

"Mine too."

Krey looked to his pack. His omegas were determined. They were tired and some injured, and Krey knew that most of them just wanted to crawl into their own beds. He did too, but first, they had to fight for it.

They talked for fifteen minutes more, deciding who would enter Krey's Packhouse and who would wait outside to catch any of those who escaped.

Then, the werewolves all turned into their wolf forms. Krey was among the largest wolves there. His mother climbed on his back while Viktor's poor mate had to travel on her Delta wolf.

Krey dug his claws into mud and sniffed the earthy smells of the woods around him, thankful to have his wolf, and hoping he would have it forever. If Krey had his wolf forever, then that meant his mate was still in the world, and to Krey, that was a world worth living in.

Together, hundreds of wolves set off through the woods. The cold weather meant that not many humans were around. The distance from Sea Claw Packhouse to Crescent Packhouse was almost thirty miles. At full sprint, the wolves had a few hours to travel.

Krey hoped the run wouldn't make too many wolves too tired.

He felt his mother gripping his fur and ran slower at first, but as the minutes went by, Krey soon found himself leading the army of wolves through the woods, grinding faster and faster with each paw pounding the earth.

Krey loved to run, especially in his wolf form. He felt free, and his true self when all he had to do was run and run, feeling the cold air on his tongue, in his lungs, running through his fur. All the smells whizzed him by, A few deer dived out of their way, rabbits scurried into their burrows, and squirrels clambered to the highest point of their trees.

Everything caught Krey's attention, the birds, snow falling from branches, the scents of nearby animals. He couldn't let them distract him. He had a destination, and little time to get there.

So Krey pressed on, and so did the hundreds of allies behind him.

On their journey to Crescent Packhouse, no humans had seen the werewolves, thankfully. Krey didn't want to have to explain to humans' higher authorities that they exposed hundreds of themselves to travel quicker between Packhouses.

Krey was first to spot Crescent Packhouse through the trees. His heart thumped harder at the sight of his home. At least it's not burnt to the ground, he thought, slowing down until he came to a stop at the peak of a hill, so they could observe the building from afar.

Krey sat, so his mother could stand and watched Omega after Omega go in front of him, ready to charge at the building. Two packs positioned themselves to his left. Ready to run to the back of the building and defend the perimeters.

When every wolf was in place, some looked to Krey to give the signal.

So Krey closed his eyes, tilted his head back and howled into the sky, making the eeriest warning howl any wolf had ever heard.