"Oh.. we're heading off to the dark wolves by night fall...!", Richard said again. It sounded like he had given Lucian too much time to strengthen his defense, he was tasty for revenge, in a haste to end the rivalry which had laid for years, to out an end to what Lucian started.This time, he wasn't concerned if Lucian knew he was coming or not, he was ready to end this battle, this rivalry which had given them both sleepless nights.But what about his beloveth. She came into his mind while he still stood in the tent, with the armours and weapons hanging and laying in different areas of the room.How was she faring? This was another reason he wanted to end this battle. Even though he knew Killing Lucian won't end the number of eyes which aimed for the blue moon pack, at this point, Lucian was the only one out of them all which proved a serious threat, the only one who put in everything to end his era as alpha.But if he was able to kill Lucian, he would spend more time with his belove

"Dear Richard...", He opened the letter to read it's contents after separating himself from the people, sitting on the fine sands as the winds blew slightly across his face.The daylight had not faded completely, thanks to the sky which managed to retain large rays of light, that was what aided his vision into reading the letter.The words on the scroll was finely written, with a clear ink and a perfect handwriting, he remembered the last time he ever saw her handwriting, those were the days they communicated to each other but distance was not a friend to the new found relationship.He could read the words, but strangely, he read them in her voice. With every pronunciation, and every stressed syllable, he could hear the words being pronounced and the letter being read in her sweet soft voice."It's been days you left but the feel like months and decades without your hand to hold me closer to yourself and your sweet calm touch to comfort me whenever I feel lonely or scared.", He paused

"Shall we begin...!", Richard said as he turned back at the men and the women who stood behind him and around him.And with his statement uttered in coldness and darkness, they all spread out silently away from him, with Luke and Victoria carrying on Richard's command, picking out some of their finest warriors for the task ahead of them.Victoria had picked out the ones whom she needed to take out the guards who stood by the drawbridge and the gates, and the others who were going to use the blowguns in taking down the ones on the donjon."You heard the instructions.. now carry on with that..", Victoria said to the ones who were about to take out the other guards at the gate and at the drawbridge too. She had put the ever energetic Rachael as the leader of that team, and with she at the forefront, she had no fears or worries as to how the job would be done.They (Rachael and the three others), quickly used some dark clothing to mask up their faces, covering their faces from their nose

Swords clashed together, giving out loud sounds as the men who handled them tried opposing each other with their strength and their different levels of aggression.The heavens were already welcoming the large amount of smoke which were ignited by the large burning of buildings and people.Yes..! People! One of Richard's men had been angered to a point he picked up one of the dark wolves' men and tossed him into a little Region which the dark Wolves' warriors had used to make a camp.The woods were not so much, so was the fire, but when he had seen the fire had caught a little portion of the guard's clothing, he swiftly moved into picking up a bottle of alcohol which he perceived the men had been drinking from. With the bottle in his hand, he smiled as he uncorked it and immediately poured out all the contents of the bottle on the guard, igniting more of the flames ok the guard.He screamed and yelled out in his pain, his skin was burning, he could feel his skin wrinkling deeply and t

"Move it..", Rachael commanded with a sword placed to the back of the neck of the guard as he led them to where he claimed the prisoners were being held hostage. They took the stairs which was slowly leading them to a dungeon, and underground vault which consisted of nothing but darkness. But with an oil lamp in the hands of the guard and one in the hands of Victoria who stood behind Rachael, Rachael held tightly to her sword as she placed the tip of it at the back of the guard's neck. She became furious all of a sudden, becoming tougher within the space of a minute, but the guard was all throughout quiet, leading the way in silence, not having an iota of fear in the way she spoke and the sword behind his neck. Onto the dungeon, all that accompanied was darkness, and the only source of lighting was that which the guard and Victoria held. While they walked, Victoria was startled by something very minute. She shook her legs and pointed towards the ground when she saw some rats and m