CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 29
The night had withdrawn into the darkness and there was only the hint of haze which enshrouded the Packhouse and the density of the woods that grew around it. Ema stood at her post her eyes focusing on the trees, ears open, she was ready for anything. There was a certain uneasiness, which Helen could feel in the room that made her tense up.
Just then there was a cracking sound of a twig in the background. Ema’s head suddenly snapped around and her eyebrows formed a v as she stared at the blackness. Then all was still again while a great many seemed to be counting the seconds of the time when it was impossible to move. Then as if out of a dark dream the enemies started to emerge from behind the foliage line.
Ema cried warning to the mourns of the Packhouse and the dark of the surrounding forest. Suddenly, there were growls, barking, and the crashing of bodies as the Pack that had been lying low on the plain jumped up to try and make Bask stand away.
The two lovers were inside the Packhouse; Bruce and Amelia woke up abruptly at the sound of the ringing of the alarm clock. They touched eyes for a brief moment before they both hurried out of the room to do something. Bruce shouted through the house barking out orders as he and Amelia dashed out the door to join the fight.
Pure disarray was waiting for them on the outside of the Packhouse when they rushed out. Some of the members of their Pack were engaged in dead-locked combat with a group of unknown assailants who were part human, part werewolf, and something else.
“Rogues” Amelia hissed and her eyes glowed in the dark. Or in other words ‘A coalition of hired guns and misfits. ’
Bruce nodded at her gravely and his body began to transform. "Conquer by division. I will patrol the right position, you go the left.
More than that they did not say anything when they entered the fight. Bruce instantly dealt with anyone who would be audacious enough to come for him with his claws and his powerful jaws as the big wolf body of his dedealith the attackers.
Hence, they stepped into the fight with the few words that were exchanged. Bruce could easily claw and bite those stupid enough to confront him head-on while his gigantic wolf body easily pulverized their advance.
Amelia on the other hand was relatively fast because of the ease of switching between the human and the wolf, with her sharp vampire teeth it was hell for anyone who dared to attack her. She could be throwing the attackers to the other side of the room with ease one time and clawing and tearing at the enemy the other.
Ema struggled from the position close to the trees and she seemed to be extremely ferocious even to herself. But she never reflected this form of strength that she found within her when the Pack was in danger.
Ema watched Bruce and Amelia blindly slashing each other with their back turned and they were surrounded by the attackers, Ema thus dealt with another member. How they were so well coordinated to some extent with each other during the operations especially dodging the attacks in the process they showed.
There was what seemed to be a little change in dynamics in their favor for a while. The Pack having sent back the first wave of attacks, they are to replenish and be ready for one last rush.
On the other hand, all the aspects seemed quite different.
Out of the darkness, there sprang something monstrous, probably more than twice the size of a normal werewolf. One had deep-set, blood-red eyes, and the other’s fur was unkempt and marked. Ema heard a bone-chilling roar in the voice and she suddenly felt the instinctual fear in her.
She said, “Alpha,” in a hushed tone realizing the brute before she had something powerful about him.
When the huge Alpha headed to the fight, the Pack members were spread all over. It was moving even though it was a massive structure and it was precisely heading straight for Bruce and Amelia.
Bruce did not hesitate and brought out a dangerous snarl as he attacked the enemy Alpha. Two huge wolves jumped and hit the ground hard, it trembled as the two large beasts fought mid-air with nothing but fur and teeth.
This was unexpected somehow and as soon as Amelia tried to help her partner, she was surrounded by a group of armed attackers that must have been waiting for such a chance. She had no other option but to focus on her existence as they surrounded her from behind the walls.
With horror in her face, Ema notices that the tide of the war seems to be shifting in the favor of the enemy. Traitors were overpowered all around her and a well-coordinated attack was pushing them back towards the Packhouse – their home.
Amelia looked through the confusion to Ema and found her gaze. Thanks to her rather impressive skills that allowed her to send several foes to the ground, the hybrid was doing reasonably well. But Ema also noticed that Amelia wasn’t perfect, and had some weaknesses of her own. She was getting tired, her movements getting a little bit slower each subsequent second.
Also at the same time, Ema made her stand. She had been playing a very risky game by feeling loyal to both of the options; dishonesty and treachery. At the same time, now she could understand her status when it concerns the loss of everything the poor woman could potentially face.
Ema growled loudly and charged at Amelia and as she did so she stepped on anyone that was in the way. When Amelia got to the hybrid one of the pulling attackers managed to dodge her strive and went for her neck.
Ema had jumped in front of Amelia reaching out to grab the attacker; everything seemed to happen in very slow motion for some reason. He bit her on the shoulder, the feeling of a burning sensation did not demoralize her. Ema wriggled and then bit on the jugular of the attacker with a great frenzy.
For a second Amelia looked at Ema in a surprised manner before focusing once again on the fight that she was in. Together they efficiently got rid of more of the attackers and seemed to dance around each other, as if they were partners for quite some time now.
For any hordes that attacked Amelia in the process, they turned their sights to the general fight. Bruce and the enemy Alpha were still locked in a fight; both of them were drenched in blood and the only sound they could make was a growl. The rest of the Pack was assembling and rising to the threat and increasing intensity in defending themselves against the intruders.
Ema acknowledged Amelia with a slight bow of the head after that both were back in the battle. Like the revengeful spirits they roamed over the killing field changing the fortunes at every spot they touched. This kind of complexity made Amelia a force to be reckoned with in conjunction with Ema’s pure animal instinct.
The conflict went on; it felt like the minutes were hours that were passing by constantly. However, the Pack then began to come up with little tricks that would weaken the Box or else take the Box out of its element. The poor coordination of the attackers could not match that of the defenders; Bruce and Amelia were leading the team and even Ema for a surprise.
Finally, the enemy Alpha stopped battling with Bruce and let off a heart-wrenching howl of pain and anger. This seemed to know that the fight was done and over; turn to face a wiped-outformation… It shot Bruce one final evil eye before turning its back and running to the forest with the other attackers in hot pursuit.
For a while, there was a cease in fighting on the battlefield. Then the Pack bellowed in victory aware the war had been won to survive to fight another day. Ema pondered that she was ushering – clapping along with the generality of the people to the fact that they had survived.
