The Lycan War: His Lost Luna

Chapter 4

Enzo POV

As expected, this ball or party of sorts shows how all out this pack tried to make it for our arrival. Trivial. Will is trying to sleep his way through all of the she-wolves, though I must say some of them are much younger than I would think for his taste. Will and I are practically the same age, but I became Alpha when I was 23, the normal age for an Alpha male to take over their fathers.

We are now 25, so I have been Alpha for the past two years while Will just fought for his seat at the table. A bunch of she-wolves look in my direction, nervous to even look at me. That's not exactly surprising and the way that I prefer it. I stand at 6'7'' with pitch black hair that looks ruffled up. My skin looks paled white and I have electric blue eyes that make chlls run down people's bodies. Good.

"None of these ladies interest you? Seriously?" Tomas stabs at me. And then he proceeds to roll his eyes. Tomas is my age, maybe just a couple of months younger, but Finn, Henrik, my Gamma Otis back at base, and Tomas are major f**k boys. They're always talking about girls, but I couldn't be bothered.

"You know this is why people think you're gay right?" Finn laughs with the other two but I am hardly amused. I couldn't give a rat's ass what other people think.

"Oh, you know he doesn't care." Tomas says as he imitatesa brooding demeanor, mocking me probably.

"It wouldn't hurt for you to relax a bit, you know." Henrik adds. I scan the entirety of everyone in their hall. Leaning back into my chair, I feel something in the pit of my stomach.

"Well, well. Another year. How are you Alpha Enzo?" Will comes up to me as we have yet to talk for the past couple of days. Mostly Finn does the talking to him because I can't stand being in the same presence as this i***t. I don't respond to him and he just shakes his head.

"Don't mind him. He's been in a mood since we got here." Finn says and gives him a hard hand shake. "I assume our treaty has been signed." He puts his serious tone on. Don't get me wrong, Finn can be the friendliest guy until he gets down to business. His professional tone even freaks me out. He takes his position seriously. It may be all fun and games being in charge, but that doesn't mean we aren't still at war.

"About that..." Will snickers a bit with his newly assigned Beta ad Gamma. That's weird that they would bring all three of their strongholds out of their pack grounds. I breathe out heavy and the room immediately gets colder and awkward.

"Do you find it funny? Do you forget how many people we have lost in this war?" Tomas stands tall with Henrik. They are the same way as Finn, goofball until someone offends them.

"Oh, come on. That treaty rides us like w-" Will raises his hand to stop his Beta from speaking any further.

"I think it's about time there's a change in the war." Will states. This intrigues me so I look over to him. He's a decently built guy and he now runs the largest werewolf pack on this side. He is further south and his pack lies on the border of France and Spain. I squint hard at this guy because that tone of voice isn't talking about us.

Just as I am about to get up and beat the s**t out of him after I realize what that tone of voice meant. His darkened demeanor does not go unnoticed and that's when I hear a loud bam go off in the near distance. Looking over, I see that a bunch of men from his pack is coming through the woods and they're killing the "neutral" pack we chose.

Shit, that's why they are all here tonight. It was never about the treaty, it was a trap to try to kill us or to capture us. Jumping up, I rip his Beta into shreds before they even realize that I am up from my seat. Will and his Gamma look at me in terror and run off as their Beta dies quickly. They know that it would be stupid to attack me upfront, but Will isn't a complete i***t. They have to have something up our sleeves.

"Go!" Alpha James comes up to me and yells. "They are not after us. They are after the four of you! We will fend them off." He was always loyal and humble, but even this is asking too much. Alpha James' pack is known for being kind. That's why we chose to stay here while we discussed the treaty.

"We will not leave you all to die." Finn says as he fights off three werewolves and wins easily. That's when that shotgun goes off again.

"No. No. They are charging in with silver bullets!" Alpha James yells. "Go back. We can't win this war unless you all make it out of here alive. Even if they do not kill you, they can capture you and then we will lose this war! Now, go!" He yells as he fends off against two werewolves that jump across the table to get to us.

A blaze of fire starts and we hear screaming from all directions. This time, more than just a shot gun can be heard. I hear the click of the machine gun go off before an array of bullets start flying by us.

"No." I order. "The shooters are looking for me. I will lead them away. Save everyone you can, I will handle the shooters. Make sure everyone get out safely. Will's pack will outnumber us." They all nod quickly and get to work as I howl loudly into the night until I hear those loud footsteps shift in the distance and make their way towards me.

Running quickly into the battlefield, I rip apart as many werewolves in my sight, making them run after me instead of towards the others. I dodge every bullet coming into my direction. For werewolves to use weapons such as these ones irks me. It's a coward's way out. Angrily, I growl at this idea as I know I can outrun them, but I have to slow down to make sure they think they still have a chance at catching up with me. Otherwise, they will give up and run back to attack the rest of them.

I can smell Will and his Gamma in the party in search of me. As I make my way through the werewolves that have absolutely no chance against me, I know that I can survive the silver bullet. I mean it would hurt like hell, but being of lycan blood, an alpha one at that, they would have to kill me with more than one bullet or poison the bullet to kill a lycan. Either way, I don't plan on finding out.

Just as I make it into a clearing and I know that we are a good distance away from the pack, I peel a gigantic tree from its roots and then haul it over at them, but I hear a shot go off before they all either scatter and get squashed by the huge tree. Will and his Gamma try to back away and it looks like they're about to head in the opposite direction and abandon their werewolves that are stuck under the tree I threw at them, but they're not dead, not all of them anywyas.

Pft. I try to shift to attack them quickly and end this, but when I try to shift, there's this bulging and unbelievable pain in my chest. Looking down, I see that they got a hit in my chest. Even if they did, even if they had poison, it shouldn't effect my ability to shift. What?

They see my reaction and smirk and then start to shift themselves. s**t. I got to run on foot for now. Even in my human form, I know I can outrun them. They knew. There was something in their eyes. A spark ignited in their eyes when they saw that I was shot. They only needed one shot. They knew whatever that bullet was f*****g laced in, I wouldn't be able to shift. But that means, they had to know I would make myself the distraction.

God damn it. As I am outrunning them, I can feel whatever they put in this damn bullet take its tolls. My eyes start to droop as my muscles struggle to keep up with the intensity of my motions. I had ran enough to lose them at least for now, but I have to make my way to the next allied pack to get treated or find Finn and the rest of the others.

As I start to build that adrenaline once again, I run out across path only to see a pair of blinding lights hit me. With an excruciating pain, everything goes black.

Aurora POV

I jolt myself awake, gasping for air, any air that this small van can offer me. Scaring myself, I look around to see if anyone is here and if anything has been touched. Nothing. Nothing is missing or wrong. Breathing hard in and out, I put my hands on my chest to calm my heart rate. What the hell was that? My heart is practically beating out of my chest, in pain..?

"What the hell?" I actually find myself asking out loud. My watch reads 2:30 AM. Oh, you've got to be kidding me. The plan was to wake up at 5 AM to leave, but I'm never going to get any sleep now. I feel competely wired like some adrenaline junkie, which makes no sense at all.

I suppose I could start driving now. By the time 5 AM actually rolls around, I may be tired and this adrenaline is going to wear off. My first stop was going to be three hours from now anyways for like breakfast or something. It wouldn't make a difference if I left now and then got there around 5 AM. Maybe I can go into a diner and grab something to eat before their rush.

Sighing, I grab the keys and slip to the front of the van, past the curtain and put it in the keys to start heating up the van. As the van starts to heat up and the seats up front begin to warm up, I put on a baseball cap in case someone looks in my direction while I am driving. It's unlikely but better safe than sorry. I put in a CD that plays some pop songs to help keep me awake.

I grab a water bottle and a can of Red Bull from my small "pantry" and put one in each of the drink slots up front. My van's windows are tinted, so you can hardly see inside anyways, but with werewolves and lycans running around everywhere, safety measures need to be taken into account.

"Okay. Okay." Talking to myself as I grab the map that I have laid out last night for this part of the trip and put that up front as well. Just as I am looking to make sure that I have everything I need to get my trip started, I sit in the driver's seat and start to head out. Heavy rains begins to pour down as I am driving on this path. I tend to take a series of major roads and small roads. But to start this trip, I am using the small roads.

It's been a good hour since I have been driving, but it's been mostly pretty quiet. That is to be expected of course. I mean, who the hell would be out here so late. That's when I see a gigantic figure jump out from the woods. I hit the brakes, but it's not enough. I hit whoever it is and they fall down. f**k.

Hopping out of the van and in this pouring rain, I immediately go and check on him. When I see the man lying there, he is bleeding profusely. s**t, he's been shot. He must have been running. Part of me tells me that I should just leave him here. I don't want whoever is hunting him to find me. I could push his body over the edge and keep driving, but I stop to look at his face. He's attractive, I mean, very attractive. There's this nagging feeling that I should drag him into the van and save his life, and say to hell with it.

I hear a gun go off in the distance and some howling. Oh, s**t. Werewolves. I have to make a decision now. f**k. Screw it. I rummage any strength I have and try to lift this man up, but it's not easy, he weight a ton. Eventually I am able to drag his body over to my van. Since the back of the van is lower and probably easier to shove him into, I open the side door and lift him up and shove him up there.

Slipping again, I am about give up, but this egging feeling doesn't go away. f**k. Using one last push, he is finally in the damn thing. I remove his two shoes and make shoe marks that look like he kept running past the path and then throw the shoes in opposite directions for good countermeasures.

Once I get settled in the driver's seat again, I hit the gas and get the hell out of there. What the f**k did I just do?