~Avery's POV~
"Natasha slow down!" I yelled after her as she ran down the stairs with her hand firmly holding onto mine. A big hunk was with her this time. At least two meters long, bald-headed and dark brown eyes and with the lack of words, I quickly found him not to be messed with. He took my bags and brought them down to the car before going to sit in the driver's seat.
Everything happened so quickly. I was lying on my bed, watching TV, when Natasha threw the door open and barged in. She took the remote and turned it off before taking out my bags and throwing them on the bed. She told me to pack my things quickly, that we were leaving.
I did as she said, knowing that something bad had happened.
"Get in." Natasha said as she held the backseat door open for me. She was looking around frantically like she was afraid we were being followed. Her tone of voice left little room for argument.
When I got in, Natasha went to the passenger seat and climbed in. We buckled our seatbelts and no sooner did the car drive off in a hurry. A cloud of smoke was the only thing I saw when I looked back at the B&B. A nauseating feeling grew inside me as I realized I hadn't said goodbye to Rose. She had been so lovely during my stay here. She treated me like family.
"Goodbye Rose, thank you," I said to no one in particular. Perhaps the wind would hear me and forward my message to her one day.
"Natasha what the hell is going on?" I broke the silence after several moments of nobody talking or explaining.
"Crow, he was in the pack."
"James..." Panic started building up within me and I felt my palms getting sweaty. I was starting to hyperventilate.
"James is fine. So is everybody else." Natasha said as she looked at me through the rearview mirror.
"Thank god..." I whispered, feeling myself starting to relax, the fear of what happened however was still there.
"He posed as a werewolf, saying Crow murdered his family and that he wanted revenge. He smelled like a wolf according to the pack members, but he never shifted. When I met him and shook his hand, was when I sensed his magic. Not only that but..." She trailed off, her eyes stuck to the road.
"But what Natasha?" I asked her.
"Nothing, I just sensed that it was a powerful wizard. He said that he's coming soon. I told James to get the warriors ready, I believe the war is merely one day or two away. Where I'm taking you, you won't be staying long. I need you to stay inside until you get the message. Is that clear?" Natasha said. Her voice was stern and left no room for discussion. I nodded my head.
"In words, Avery! I need to know that you understand what I'm telling you." I jumped at the sudden change of pitch. Natasha, for the first time since I met her, was afraid.
"I understand. I will not to go out. I'll wait for the message." I said. The rest of the drive was silent. Nobody spoke, everyone was probably preoccupied in their own minds, thinking about the war.
~James' POV~
"Anna, make sure they do combat! Grayson, keep them on their feet! Damon, train them in wolf form! Nobody rests!" I was walking across the training fields, barking orders and making sure that everybody knew what was going on. We have good fighters, but they could also be a lazy bunch.
I was walking to Annas group and saw one of the guys sitting down, laughing as his friends were getting beaten. I walked up to him and the second he saw me, he flew to his feet and bowed his head.
"Alpha," He greeted.
"Why the fuck aren't you practicing?" I growled. His hands started shaking.
"I'm sorry Alpha, I'll train with Chase." He said. Chase, the guy that had a thing for my mate.
"No. You're with me," I said and walked out on the field.
Chase looked at his friend with pity in his eyes. But also a sense of relief that I didn't choose him to fight me. Sure the kid was nice and all, to everyone. But the whole touchy, feely thing he had going on with Avery put him on my blacklist.
Call me possessive. I just don't like other males touching what is mine.
All eyes were on us by now and they were waiting for me to throw a punch. After I had nearly killed that warrior a month ago, they've all be on edge. And no one was particularly fond of training with the Alpha.
"Let's go!" I shouted, making him hurry the fuck up. I didn't have all day to teach someone a lesson.
"What are you guys looking at? Start training!" Everyone turned around and resumed their tasks, training, and whatever it was that they were doing. I looked at the guy, his name was Sam, as he neared me, standing a meter away before raising his hands and preparing for the fight.
I watched him carefully. Even though I could beat this punk's ass with my eyes closed I wanted the others to see how it's done. With every move he took, my eyes followed. I saw everything without turning my head away from him.
Sam went in for the first punch. I grabbed his arm, twisted it making him roll over, and land on his back. He groaned from the impact before getting back up. More determined this time.
He went in for a round kick. I pulled up my knee causing him to hit the small of my leg. He bit his teeth together so as not to show any pain.
"That's all you got?" I teased. I decided to end this and get on with what had to be done. I moved forward, threw a punch to his ribs, grabbed his hand, and tossed him up in the air. As he was falling down, I grabbed his throat and smashed him down onto the ground.
This particular move causes the air in your lungs to vanish. The person inflicted will have a hard time catching their breath, and that was Sam right now. He laid there, trying to find oxygen. I kneeled beside him and looked him in the eyes.
"When the war starts, and blood is spilled, do you think you will have time to sit around and watch others fight?" I asked him.
"N-N,no Alpha." He stammered.
"When your friends are being killed, their bodies ripped to shreds, your family being threatened. Do you think laughing will help them?"
"No, Alpha." He said.
"Then get back to practice!" I shouted before straightening up and walking away.
"Yes Alpha..." I heard sam whisper as I left.