Rogues attack.
1572 Words
AMELIA
Finally, we reached the safe room. I locked the door once we were inside and told Annabelle to lay on the single bed to our right.
This room had everything we needed. There were two single beds with blankets and pillows, a torch lighter within reach in case the power went out, and a mini fridge stocked with water, juice, and non-perishable food.
There was a small room with a toilet and sink, but that was all a person in danger needed. The safe room also had a single window on the side wall, fogged so no one could see inside. Luckily, light shone through, allowing us to tell whether it was dark or light outside.
The light streaming in was a relief, especially when we had no clue what time it was. The room was soundproofed, thanks to advanced technology, and the door was made of the hardest steel, impervious to the attempts of many wolves to break through.
Thank the Moon Goddess we were always safe.
When we were younger, Annabelle, Annabella, and I would often get stuck in this room during attacks.
I lay next to Annabelle on the left single bed, desperately hoping we would be fine while our parents were still out there.
“Amelia, I’m truly scared. Will we be okay? Will our parents be okay out there?” Annabelle bombarded me with the questions I was also asking myself.
I got out of my bed and moved to cuddle with her. I stroked her long hair, feeling her heart race beneath my touch.
I exhaled the breath I had been holding.
“Annabelle, I’m scared too, little sister. I hope we will be okay, and as for our parents, I hope they are safe after the attack.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the Moon Goddess alone knew how terrified I truly was.
Annabelle nodded silently in response.
We weren’t as large a pack as others, there were only 850 members. However, we had many strong warriors and had managed to defend ourselves well in previous attacks.
I couldn't claim to be a fighter, but if pushed, I knew that with my wolf and full strength, I could take down two or three foes.
Annabelle, my younger sister at seventeen, had yet to awaken her wolf and wouldn’t do so until she turned eighteen, leaving her unable to fight.
My father, David, was the best gardener, but he is also top warrior. My mother, Ellen, though not a warrior by title, was a formidable fighter in her own right. She had once been a warrior, but she chose to pursue her studies. Now, she was a doctor, saving lives in her own way.
My older sister, Annabella, is the second-best warrior, which is a commendable achievement. However, she met her mate, Michael, and chose to move to his pack, leaving us behind.
But unfortunately us Omegas only knew our skulls when we trained at school not in our pack grounds.
In our pack, the women, pups, and elderly wolves would usually retreat to the safe house at the pack house. But my father, being my father, decided we would have our own safe house, built in the basement, a haven he created since we were young when the Claws pack first took us in. It felt strange to us, as our parents never revealed to us where we originally belonged.
But I can’t lie. It was better this way. We didn't have to go outside during sudden attacks. Today, however, it felt strangely sad to be here alone with Annabelle and without my mother and sister.
Even though I had Annabelle with me, she couldn’t fight since her wolf hadn’t manifested yet. It was indeed lonely and scary down here on our own, but I reminded myself that our family was out there fighting to keep us safe.
So, the least I could do was suck it up and tough it out for a few hours.
I decided to try and take a nap, despite the commotion outside. Curling up next to my younger sister, who was already sleeping, I finally drifted into a deep slumber.
I woke up slowly, and boom,reality hit me. I jolted off the bed, instantly aware of our surroundings.
Dammit.
When I fell asleep, I’d hoped that by the time I woke up, we’d be in our own beds and the pack’s attack would be over. Clearly, that was not the case.
Annabella began to stir beside me, yawning as she awoke.
"Hell no, sister. Don’t tell me the fight is still on?" she said, sitting up in bed.
I sighed, shaking my head in response.
"It seems like that, Anna. I'm starting to freak out, too." I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to ease my pounding headache.
Anna rushed to my side, a hint of hope in her eyes. "Lia, maybe we could just go out and fight with them. We can’t just wait here doing nothing."
Woah, did I just hear right? Annabella wanted to fight? Without a wolf?
Not on my watch.
"Now, now, Ana. I know it's hard to stay inside, but no. It's dangerous out there. I promised Mother I would keep you safe, and that’s what I will always do." I spoke with a seriousness that brooked no argument.
She sighed and climbed back onto the bed, turning to face the wall.
I knew she was silently crying, but I didn’t care. As long as she was safe, she could cry as much as she wanted.
My mother had always asked me to protect Annabella because she understood that I didn’t need an adult here with us. She knew I’d rather die fighting to keep her safe.
At just eighteen years old, I was already a warrior, thanks to my father, David, who had dedicated countless hours to training me. I realized that he had been preparing me for days like this, when danger loomed.
I didn't know what time it was, but I was certain that hours had passed. With each minute ticking away, a sinking feeling settled deeper in my stomach. I had never spent this long in this room.
I didn't want to think it, but deep down, I knew this attack hadn’t gone our way.
I could only assume that our family or pack members were dispatched; if anyone had survived, surely someone would have come for us by now.
I let myself indulge in a few minutes of panic, grappling with the reality that it was just me and Annabelle now. How was I, at just eighteen years old, supposed to look after my younger sister?
How would I manage? How could we possibly live without our parents? I wanted to break down, I wanted to shatter everything in this room and scream. But I couldn't, I had to be strong for Annabelle.
A small part of me clung to the hope that everyone was out there, alive. What if they were lying outside, injured, and in desperate need of help?
I had to know. I had to see for myself if there were any survivors.
I grabbed my backpack from the corner, filled with supplies for both Annabelle and me, a precaution my parents had taken just in case something went wrong. We needed to be ready to run if the situation demanded it.
I approached Annabelle’s side and said, “Hey Ana, you’re right. Let’s go check what’s happening outside. I can’t take this anymore.”
She woke up quickly, wiping her teary eyes. “Are you sure?” Annabelle asked, her voice still tinged with hope.
I nodded and gestured to the backpack slung over my shoulder. That seemed to reassure her, and she returned my nod with a determined look.
I extended my hand for her to hold, and she took it without hesitation. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that if the worst had happened, I could get us out of here.
I slowly opened the door.
As we exchanged glances, we silently agreed that we were ready to face whatever awaited us.
I peeked out the door, the coast appeared clear. We couldn’t hear or see anyone. Slowly, we made our way up the stairs to the kitchen, but the sight that greeted us offered no hope. The place was in ruins, everything had been tossed around as if a storm had passed through.
It occurred to me that the rogues must have been searching for survivors, but they likely found it difficult to locate the safe house. The outside door was camouflaged, covered in the same wallpaper as the kitchen, making it blend seamlessly into its surroundings.
We headed toward my bedroom, praying they hadn’t discovered our safety box, the one my sisters and I had managed to keep hidden.
Inside were our essentials: a bank card our parents had saved money on, a few hundred dollars in cash, and an emergency phone containing our numbers for situations just like this.
Thankful that everything was intact, I stuffed the items into my backpack as we made our way to the front door.
As we stepped outside, it felt as if we had walked into a horror film.
Our eyes widened, and we locked gazes, covering our mouths with our hands, afraid to scream at the devastation before us.
My stomach twisted painfully at the sight.
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