It’s not unlike the forest, being up here. The sounds travelling and making my skin goosebump, my inner angst grow. When we were in throws of violence, eerie screams, and chaotic noises. Thuds, thumps, cries… ripping, screeching, smashing. The scent of blood filling the air of both Lycan and Vampire, but I know both species have healing abilities, and this isn’t going to be as quick as taking down a small patrol out there in the woods. There are dozens of them in here. Maybe even hundreds.
“Alora…. Move.” The familiar voice of the witch comes at me from far behind, shocking me into a moment of disbelief and I spin to see her striding this way. A bright white light in her hand as her mode of seeing where she’s going once again, and she smiles at our attempts at clawing through solid stone.
“If you want it done right… you do it yourself. When will you wolves learn, the witch is always a better option?” She smiles, that arrogant demeanor on show but I can’t fault her for it. Afterall, she broke the spell and my respect for her abilities have grown by a thousand-fold. My wolves look to me and with a nod I make them clear the way as they all turn back and flank me instead.
She throws me a smug twitch of her lips and tosses her light at the wall in front of us with a simple flick of her wrist. Absolutely no effort and for a moment, I wonder what a small glow of nothing can really do for a huge expanse of mountain wall. I expected something a bit more dramatic and with a lot more vavoom. For someone so powerful, this was like tossing a match into the sea.
It’s a boom of light, like a large lightbulb shorting out and we are hit with pitch darkness once more, without very much of an explosion at all. I stand looking rather deflated as my eyes adjust and wonder what that even was, expecting more.
The air that whips around me catches my breath so suddenly, I’m startled for a moment. An after effect, like a storm in a teacup brewing and there’s a pause of inhale. Almost like a silent stillness for a second, and I realize as something grows in the air around us, I should never doubt this witch. A growing groan, an uneasy sense of atmosphere tingling around us as if I’m suddenly feeling gravity changing direction and it stirs up my instincts to be afraid.
A weird noise of shifting earth, the mountain shudders, and groans again and then the full side rips out away from us with the release, like a silent blast. As though a giant person grabbed a handful of rock and ripped it out. The full front before me crumbles outwards and collapses down the outside with a crescendo of noise that can be heard for miles around and echoes back on us. Birds in the distance from our newly acquired view scatter from trees for miles of endless forest canopy and animals scurry in panic. The rubble bounces down until it meets forest and rips down trees in its wake. Daylight floods the space around us so that we blink to adjust, filling the cracks and the crevices with gleaming bright, illuminating all below.
“You couldn’t have done that already and saved half a battle?” Carmen asks drily, cocking an eyebrow at the witch as two equally cold and sassy women lock eyes. A tingle of energy zapping through the air.
“I was a wee bit busy killing witches, my pet. Do you want to add a wolf to the death toll?” Leyanne snaps right back with a salacious smile, and I wave my hands at them in a ‘shhh’ motion to calm the brewing hostility. My eyes now locked on the fruits of her labor.
It’s with this new light I look down to see the clear way to go and realize how high we are and how narrow those walkways are. In the dark it was not so terrifyingly steep, because we couldn’t see how far a fall it would be. In light it’s a deep and crazy long hollow that stretches beyond the imagination, yet the dazzle still makes it all the way down from this impressive hole that is still crumbling wider from the witch’s magic to let more in.
The screams and burning smell of flesh catching fire, soon fill the air with clogging thick smoke that makes us choke and gasp and pull back as winged creatures crash from wall to wall in a bid to escape. Their panic is their demise, writhing in burning agony with scolding light. They fly right up into the fullest part of it and combust like a puff of dust right before our eyes. It becomes chaos and confusion, and we all pin ourselves back against the walls as the hollow fills with frantic wings and shield our faces from explosive dust particles.
I’ve never seen them die this way and the howls below as many perish instantly send the ones shaded or shrouded in shadow reeling into tunnels to escape. Only more wolves await them, in every nook, due to our sheer numbers present as the entire pack have filtered in now and their death is imminent.
I spy Colton when I look down into the drop off, standing proud in the center, light shining on his black fur as the throws his head back and howls a successful call. The shadows around him are eerie but only make it look like he’s standing in a spotlight. That long blood curling message to our pack, that we have overthrown an enemy’s leader, and even if it confuses me, I still focus on what he’s got. Holding up high, a dead vampire corpse in his claws before he tosses it aside and I don’t hesitate in making my way down to where he is. Confused that this is a leader when I know the source should be Varro. I don’t doubt his call, I just don’t understand.
He isn’t my gentle loving Colton at this moment. Standing huge and formidable on hind legs, towering over all around him. A sight to behold as an enraged black Lycanthrope, his eyes glowing so bright they look like flames. A battle cry in his throat and his fur caked in the blood of our enemies which just adds to his sheer warrior like power.
He’s Alpha of the Santo pack. A once feared and unrivalled pack who began crumbling under Juan’s reign but has hope in a new leader. I get goosebumps staring at the king who will make our people great again and know when he’s in control, there will be no stopping our people from taking back what’s rightfully ours. Losing him made me realize how capable and invincible he can be, and I won’t let anything take him from us again. I am wowed by his presence, pulled to him by my need to be with him once more and not at all swayed by his filthy furred body, or the pile of carcasses around his feet that hold him higher, on a podium made from death.
Wolves take off after the escaping few, but I can already tell that compared to what we have seen in the forests, this mountain has way less than I anticipated and wonder where the hell they all are. The stench in here reeks of thousands of crammed vile souls, but all I see is a mere hundreds in terms of bodies scattered all around. Not even high in that count either.
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