~Alex POV~
"Amber, you and Lisa make sure that the women and children are tucked away when the war breaks out. Trish, make sure that the elderly come into the mansion-"
"Alex I'm fighting, I'm not going to stay inside!" Amber argued.
"I don't care what you want, you're staying inside with the others. End of discussion!" I said.
"I'm fighting this war, Alex!"
"It's Alpha's orders that you stay inside, Amber!"
"The Alpha can shove his orders up his ass! I'm fucking fighting and neither you nor the Alpha can say otherwise! Don'tforget who taught you how to fight little brother," Amber said and came to stand right in front of me. I looked down at her. I didn't want my sister to get hurt. The wizard knew who Avery was closest to. He knew that Amber was one of them.
"Listen, sis-"
"Don't! I'm fighting. And if you have a problem with that then you're welcome to chain me down with silver. Because that's the only thing that will stop me from going out there once it starts." There was no arguing with Amber once she set her mind to something. I understood why she wanted to fight.
"It's Avery, Alex." Amber said. I nodded my head in understanding.
"I'll talk to James." I said. Amber seemed to be somewhat satisfied, and so I could continue giving out orders to those present.
"Fine. Lisa and Trish you both make sure that the women, pups, youths, and elderly are inside the house before noon tomorrow."
"Yes Beta." They said in unison.
"Elizabeth, I need you to go to the pack hospital and tell them to prepare for casualties and put up tents. Everything must be set up tonight. Alice, make sure to cook for war, not dinner." I said and they both nodded their heads.
"Yes Beta." They both left to do what I had asked. Now it was just me, my sister, Lisa, and Trish in the hall.
"It'll be big, won't it?" Lisa asked me as we walked towards the communal area.
"Bigger than anything we have faced before." I answered honestly. We hadn't given anyone much detail in regards to what we're up against. But I wouldn't make it sound better than it was.
We had to prepare ourselves what we're up against. We know that Crow will be there, but we have no idea who he was working with. It could be other wizards, vampires, and werewolves. There was no telling what force he would hit us with. All we could do now was prepare and hope for the best once the day arrived.
~Avery's POV~
We had reached the destination which was what looked like a burnt-down house. There was a gate that led onto the garden, a garden that looked like death had passed through it. The house was no better. The wood from the house was chopped, there were ashes where there once was a wall.
The roof only covered half of the house and the door was hanging by its ridges. The small porch had holes and broken floorboards. The squeaking sound it made when you stepped on it reminded me of the house I once called home.
"Natasha, where are we?" I whispered as I approached the door and looked around on the porch. The flowers were dried and dead, the soil was barely there. It didn't look like anyone had been here for years.
Natasha didn't speak. She didn't say a word. She walked up to the door and carefully placed her hand on the handle, moving it over so we could enter. The house was ghostlike, spooky. Like something taken out of a horror movie. There was spider web on the ceiling and every picture that hung on the walls was covered in dust. Some of the picture frames were broken, with cracks running along the glass. As soon as we entered the house, there was a staircase in front of us to the right. And when I looked up to the top floor, I saw nothing but darkness.
I closed my eyes, collecting courage. Something I didn't have much left of these days.
I felt the breeze from the spring wind blow through my hair, caressing my cheek. The whistling noise it made as it came in through the cracks of wooden boards.
And then, amongst the peaceful noises, a horrific scream was heard. The sound echoed in my head causing every fiber in my body to tremble. It sounded as though a woman was being tortured. Her screams were like nails to a chalkboard in my head.
I raised my hands to my ears, covering them, trying to close out the sound. But the sound wasn't coming from the outside. The sound came from inside my mind.
'No please! Stop this! I'm going to die!' The woman pleaded in-between the torture's screams.
A menacing laugh was heard too. He laughed while the woman was screaming in pain. She was dying. I heard her dying.
"Avery!" My eyes flew open and I realized I was kneeling on the floor tipping back and forth.
I looked up and saw Natasha kneeling before me, placing her hands on my shoulders.
"Someone was killed here," I said, sounding out of breath. My hands shaking and my hair falling in front of my face.
Natasha looked at me in shock before casting her eyes to the top floor. She nodded her head and helped me back on my feet.
"Yes, my mother."