Back at the packhouse on the grassy grounds, Chiara stood with her arms crossed, wearing leggings, a vest and a rain jacket as she watched her training session of 12-15 year old's attacking and defending each other. She held more classes on a Saturday and felt it necessary for werewolves to start from a young age to know how to fight. All the pack leaders did due to their heritage.
But Alpha Damon and Chiara agreed that the youngsters of the pack should know how to fight. If they were ever attacked to the point that their warriors and trained pack mbers could no longer defend them, then the pups would be on their own. The classes were not as intense as the 16
classes, but she still made sure they worked hard.
One of the young girls slamd a boy into the mat, earning a laugh from another boy. Chiara raised her brow at the boy who laughed; he imdiately went wide-eyed and continued sparring with his partner. She shook her head and glanced up at the sky; the dark clouds were coming closer, and after the first drop of rain, she called it ti.
While she and a few other pack mbers began packing away the mats and carrying them towards their sports centre, the rain started to beco heavy. As she placed the mat down, her phone began to vibrate; she grabbed it from her pocket and flicked a strand piece of her hair out of the way.
Chiara checked the caller ID; it was Tommy, one of the warrior's stationed near Aila. She pressed the accept button and placed the phone to her ear. "Is everything okay, Tommy?" She asked.
"Gamma, the hunters are here, and they've brought so werewolves with them. I don't know if they are rogues or what," He replied. Chiara could hear his breathing becoming ragged and shuffling sounds coming through the phone.
"Tommy?" Chiara stared ahead. Her brows drew together as she heard more shuffling, the sound of grunts and fighting. She walked forwards and glanced at so of the n remaining with her.
"Mind-link those patrolling the surrounding woods. They need to be extra vigilant in case they co here," Chiara ordered one of the n. He nodded his head, and she watched his expression beco vacant.
"Tommy, how many are there? Do you need backup?"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Chiara gritted her teeth at the sounds of gunfire.
"Gamma! Shit, the silver bullets, they don't-"
"Tommy!" Chiara heard a crashing sound. The phone dropped to the ground; she listened as several shots were fired one after the other until the round was up.
Chiara raced through the doors and stopped when she heard one final shot and the phone becoming muffled before the line went dead. Her eyes hardened. Twenty n were surrounding the shopping centre, as directed by Alpha Damon, yet it sounded chaotic. She marched forwards while her mind was set in gear.
Did they need more n?
She speed dialled Aila, but it went to voicemail. SHIT. Chiara knew Aila would pick up, especially today, knowing Chiara would be checking in on her. She had to make a judgent call. Their pack was huge but if Tommy, one of her best warriors, might be dead, then would sending the standard guard be helpful? Or was she sending them to their deaths?
"Send more. The hunters won't be able to deal with loads of us there, and they will retreat. Our Luna and Queen is there," Her wolf, Gia growled.
Chiara imdiately sent a pack mind-link out, "I need thirty wolves, ready to fight at the gates in two minutes! This is an ergency. Your Luna is in trouble!"
Chiara pressed the speed dial on her phone just as she received a mind-link from Brock, one of the wolves on guard patrolling the woods, "Gamma, there's a pack of rogues."
"A pack? They don't do packs.. How many are there?" She replied; her voice stayed calm, but her mind was racing.
"There's twenty, maybe more
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