Werewolf Widow for a Year

Attack on the Pack

Later that evening., around 4:00 PM, After Shawna had done all of the cleaning and the cooking and was preparing for Harpo’s return home, there was an alarm sounding outside. Within their pack there were three alarms that went off, one with short, dotted beeps-- That one meant that a child was born. Another was the triple beats followed by a dinging, which meant that there was to be a pack meeting. A third was an all-out squealing siren that sounded off. In repeated rotations of squealing like a police siren. That was the one that Shawna was hearing at this moment. That only meant that there was an attack on their pack and everyone was to get to their assigned positions. The wolfless and the Omegas were to go into hiding in the packhouse. The warriors and the leaders were to head over to where the attack was being held and take up the fight in their assigned positions.

All men, no matter their rank, had a role to play in defending the pack. Most of the women had their role to play in protecting the children. The men would be out in the battlefields fighting or assisting the injured. With the battle in some way, shape, or form. The women would be in the pack house In the safety bunker awaiting the men's return. The only women that really went out into the battlefield were those of the warrior class, and those in the medical field. Even though Shawna was not an Omega by her own right, she was born of that class and Harpo would not have permitted her to rise in rank, in terms of training and fighting. Therefore she had to go into hiding in the pack house. However, there was something telling her to not go to the pack house, as she dashed outside. She had this urgency, this tingling, in the back of her mind. As if her wolf was trying to tell her to go in the opposite direction. She listened to that voice and went in the opposite direction-- the direction that was taking her closer to the fight.

As she pushed herself closer and closer to the fray, she could hear the snarls and growls coming from nearby. She didn't know why her wold was calling her to the scene, just that she had to be there. As she stood at the top of the mound-- ten feet from the action, she could see the fur flying, the claws slashing and the teeth barred. Howls were echoing left and right as members on either side were being attacked. She recognized all of her pack members by the pack bonds and familiar scents. Those scents however were being muddled in with blood covering the battle ground. As the fighting progressed it appeared that the Night Pack was winning. Many of the warriors stood above their attackers ripping out throats, slashing bellies and for those too weak to put up a fight, granting them mercy by capturing them as prisoners. As Shawna skimmed over the battle grounds she spotted Harpo in the far right corner near the boundary gate that was now shattered into a million pieces. This seemed to be the spot where the rogues made entry. Harpo had a few minor cuts and on him, but they all seemed to be superficial. Shawna seemed to breath out a sign of regret for that. She didn't want to see him dead, just not still standing tall in all of his arrogant, spiteful glory. Harpo was sniffing around the area, trying to find clues. Shawna saw a smaller grey wolf, not from her pack, sneaking up on Harpo from behind. She breathed in an intact of air, as she was about to scream out a warning to her mate. But the air would not leave her lungs, and the words would not escape her lips. All she could do was hold her breath in place, watching as the scene unfolded. Something within her would not let her save her mate. That something was her wolf wanting her to see how this would unfold. A sense of justice for all that he had done to her. Harpo was so busy with his investigation that he did not sense the other wolf encroaching in on him. All of a sudden the smaller wolf leaped up with its full force, grasped Harpo by the neck and quickly flung him against the oak tree to their left. Harpo hit the tree back first, with full force. Throughout all of the chaos still happening all around her, Shawna distinctly heard Harpo's back brake against the force, as he fell limp to the ground. The breath she had been holding in, was shakingly released as fear and horror flitted across her face. She wanted to rush over to her mate and stop the grey wolf from finishing him off. But her leg refused to move. She knew he wasn't dead, as the mate bond was still there. But her wolf refused to let her move from the spot she was standing in. Instead she slumped to the ground watching her mate wreath in agony. As the grey wolf slowly came back to finish the job, another larger grey wolf with white paws jumped out of the fray, snatching the wolf by the neck with its teeth and crushing it.

Shawna had seen this wolf a few times along the pack grounds, this was the Beta of the Night Pack, Beta Dawson. As Beta Dawson dropped the now dead rogue, he looked around inspecting the battle. The Night Pack had wiped out their opponents and were standing at the ready for any other attacks. The wolf looked off into the far side of the battle grounds towards the Alpha and gave a reassuring nod. With that the Alpha howled and then the Beta, letting their pack know the battle was over and the Night Pack had won. Shawna sat up and looked around as the howls started coming in around the grounds from the pack members one by one. Her eyes stopped again on Harpo, who was now barely moving from his injuries. It didn't take long after the final resilient howl before the pack medics were on the scene helping their injured and fallen. As the pack doctor came over to Harpo, Shawna was then able to stand up on her own accord. She rushed over to Harpo's side as he was being carried away to the clinic on a white linen stretcher. "Harpo! I'm here. Can you here me? It will be okay. The doctor will fix you right up. Stay strong!" She said in a raspy shaky voice, not sure of who she was trying to convince; herself or my mate. She held onto him as they made the journey to the clinic, on the opposite side of the land.