The guardian and his last chance. Realization

XXIII

Dragol´s pov his mind

The air is freash. But filled with the scent of freshly spilled blood. A great war is raging on. How many has died? I don´t know. The only thing I know is that I need to continue to fight. I have to fight, as I am on the frontline of the collition. The non-humans are fighting furriusly and despairly. They had fought long before me and my kin arrived. They are exhousted. My kin arrived with fire and death. Singlehandely killed many of our united foes. As so many times before, the fight is on. On our side is non-humans, who want to live side by side with humans. No secrets hold. And of course humans are on our side. They may fight bravely and with force. But they are the weakest race in the world.

Thru out the battles, I had contact with my generals. The generals being the elders, alphas and warlocks. And the other titles the non-human races leaders are called. They fought with honor. But it was not enough. As our foes seemed to never end. Their numbers never dwindle down. They are pushed of. Just to return again the next day. Of late, before I ordered my kin into the fray, it was our side that got hurt. Our allied´s blood spilled. And lives lost. Not the foes ones. So we flew of to war and death. My kin spread out to the winds. I felt the blood drench my claws and paws. Bones break under my weight and by the pressure of my jaws. We fought on. Over and over again, we were slashing, biting, sweaping and smashing. 

The days passes, and we are still fighting. As I have stomped two vampires into the ground, dead, a wolf in human form walked out infront of me. His scent were not of the packs who are under my kins servitude. I say servitude, not as slaves. They serve as soldiers for the sake of all. He has a smug on his lips. I rise up on my hindlegs. To fulfill the intimidation, I stretch my wings fully. But he does not step back or anything. He just stand there, with the smug still on his face. This man don´t fear me, the strongest of my kin. His smug turns into a smile. A taunting smile. I crash down on my front paws. The impact with the earth, sends a shockwave around me. Still he is not fazed at all. My lips twitch, as I growl hard and angry at him. He fills his lungs and said with a hard voice. "You strong, beast." I growl, and he shrugs as he continue. "You and your disgusting race´s time is up." I snap my jaws right infront of him. Not even that were scaring him. He laughs. "Your rule is up, not coming back." He turn around and leave. "The war is ending!"

I shook my big head, at this strange mans words. This war will indeed end. But not with my kin´s deaths, We are war, made to fight and kill. We are the synonom of war and battle. Our scales are made to get hit and take a beating. The muscles are strong to drive our claws and teeths thru our foes. I have already forgotten, what that crazy man had said. I had a fight to do and finish. Blood were spilling by the gallons. As another day were ending I heard a pain filled roar eco. The roar came from one of mine. Our foes seems to have found something to hurt us with. As soon the first roar had died out a new one took its place. What the heck is happening? I filled my lungs. And prepared to use the deadly breath of mine. I felt how the fire came up my throat. I opened my mouth, letting the bright white flame pour out. It hit the forest and the ground. Making it start burn, with high temperature. A pain went thry my chest. It was like lightning, passing right thru my heart. I felt the chain, tugg and streatch. It hurt bad, so bad. I rose up on my hindlegs. As I felt the chain tugg harder and harder, I let out a pain filled roar. Then I felt some of the links in the chain started to crack.

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Jacob´s pov. 

The scene before me, is scaring me deeply. Infront of me are my best figthers together with the betas trying to hold down Dragol´s body.

Just a hour ago, his body started vibrate and thrach around. It was I that called upon the doctors that has hand of my friend. He had been so still the past days. Almost like he was in a comatose state. The doctors had said that it was just good. That state would let him heal. I had ordered the doctors to check in on Dragol once in the hour. They had just good news to say, untill now. The doctors and nurses had a difficult time to control the strong and unconscious body of Dragol. His body seemed to act on auto pilot. As the personal tried to force his body back down on the bunk, he threwed them of. Like nothing. The head doctor, a old wolf said to me. "We must anesthetize him."

"Why, he is still out!" I growled confused. 

The doctor gave me a insuring smile. "His mind is out, but not his body."

I nod at his words. That would be the best. Suddenly one of the nurses, a she-wolf, shout. "He has bleed thru!" I rushed to Dragol. My hands I put on his shoulders and pushed. I must get him down on the brink. But to no good, I tried. As he throwed me of with a small movement of his arm. I crashed in to the wall with a bang. "Dang, he is strong!" I rose up and rushed to help the medical personal again. My head felt a bit groggy from the impact before. Just as before I got thrown off. At the same time I tried for the third time, I linked Jackson and Eric. "Come to the hospital now!" He throwed me again. This time I hit my head in the door post. "Take with you the same ten warriors that were with us at the crest homestead!" Groggy I shaked my head, trying to clear up my eyesight.

"Alpa" the doctor said worried. "You will get yourself hurt."'

I take a step forward Dragol, growling lowly. "I know." I gave Mick a stern look. "It is my fault that he is in this state." But I stopped in my track, when the bandages around my friend, couldn´t hold back the blood any longer. I saw the red liqued, poured thru the thick linen cloth. Even if he is bleeding so much, his body doesn´t even seem to tire or weaken. I was frozen in place. Just looking at the medical staff, try to hold him down and inject the medicine. I don´t know how long I stod there, bleeding lighly from my head, before them I had called upon arrived. They had certainly sniffed out my where abouts. My Betas reacted directly. They gave orders. Together with the warriors, they could barely hold Dragol´s body down. I heard Jackson snarl. "God damn, he is strong."

"Hold him steady, now!" Mick shout. I saw how he hold Dragols arm. He put a needle in the bend of his arm. A growl tore thru Dragols lips. "Hold him!"

Another shot. Dragol´s body tried everything to get lose. But it seems that even he are not strong enough to out match twelve wolfs holding him down with all of their might. A total of four shots were given to Dragol. Soon his body relaxed, and he layed still again. A nurse cared for my damaged head. They who had restrained Dragol, hesistated when they slowly let go. When the realisation of that he has calmed down, they all let out their breath. The breath they didn´t even know they had held. In breathing out they said, the exact same thing as Jackson. "Damn, he is strong!"

"All that happens in this room," I sigh a bit tired. "are not to be spoken of." The warriors noded. If news of Dragols strength come out, some will garanted try to fight him. Just to test their strength and skill. "Not even to your family and mates, this will not be spoken of." I ordered. Again they all nod. I turn to Dragol. The nurses are replaces the bandages and wrapping, for the third time this day.