[P.O.V. Zyston Woods]
After defeating that last wave, it didn't take very long before the next one to hit. The Elf King, Vampire King, and Dwarf King lead this time around. At the same time, the Warlock King and I stayed back to get bandaged up along with our warriors.
Lying down on a bed in one of the medic tents. One of the human women that live in the Stone Kingdom was attending to my wounds. Pulling the silver bullet out of the back of my left thigh. It wasn't the pulling it out that hurt so bad. It was the flesh around the bullet that was sensitive. Silver slowly eats the flesh away, also leaving huge blisters around the wound. Once, she bandages my thigh up. She starts to work on my shoulder. Making a few small cuts and using a long pair of tweezers, she digs the bullet out. Biting down on a thick wooden stick for the pain while gripping onto the bed tightly. After a few minutes, she pulled the bullet out. Pouring some alcohol on the wound and putting a few stitches in.
"Thank you for not ripping my head off. Few of the other wolves got the best of them and almost shifted while I was treating them." The woman says.
"I'm sorry for my Warrior's behavior.." waiting for her name.
"Anya, my name is Anya." The woman says a little too politely.
"Anya, my deepest apologies. Wolves don't normally attack like that unless it is their first time being hit with silver."
"It okay. A few others held them down while I finished up their wounds. Then the Warrior I was working on would apologize for their attack." 'Why is she telling me this?'
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you weren't hurt, and they apologized for their actions." She finishes the stitch and places a bandage on. Dipping a cotton ball in some alcohol, she works on the scratch on my neck.
Pressing up against me, making me feel really uncomfortable. Travis and Stryker were growling. Trying to keep my beast's calm. After dabbing the alcohol on my scratch, the next thing that happens took me by surprise.
"I know war can be tough, and we end up losing loved ones. But at the end of the war, there are also new beginnings. Rumors spread of their future Queen death, your Queen, to be exact. I know what it's like to lose someone that close." She seductively rubs up against me. "Let me be your new Queen, My Lord. Let me comfort you during lonely nights while you lay in bed. Let me be there for you in all kinds of ways. Turn me, and I will be the best Werewolf Queen... " Before she could continue, I removed myself from her.
"Enough!" Snapping at her. She stays silent, looking at me with sad, hopeful eyes, but I didn't even care. She came to me hoping to have the life I will provide for only my Mate and Child. "I don't know what rumors you have heard, but they are all wrong. My Queen and my Child are not dead! All children of the Moon Goddess can feel the death of their Mate's. No matter how far apart they are and I have not yet felt that pain. Never do I wish to; I love my Mate, so you offering yourself to be my Queen is insulting!" Tears streamed down her face as she sat there quietly on the bed.
"You said you know what it feels like to lose the person you love? Is this how you remember their love by trying to seduce another? Thank you for your services, but it is time for you to leave." Getting up quickly, she leaves the private section of the tent. Tyler comes in, looking at me all confused.
"What the hell did you do to the poor girl?" He asks with concern.
"Are there any rumors going around about them believing Adriana is dead?" I ask him aggressively.
"Nothing that I have heard. From what I do hear, it's more positive than un-positive. Why are you asking this?"
"No reason," Grabbing a shirt and leaving the medic tent Tyler follows behind me.
It grows darker and darker by the day. Dark grey clouds gathering in the sky, thundering. The storm will hit soon, and in a few more hours, the purple moon will rise. All of the future Kings will face the great Darkness, and the Higher King will be chosen. Rather it is one of the many future Kings or the Darkness itself. Either way, the supernatural world will have its Higher King.
With how big this wave is, the Warlock King and I had to help. Along with our warriors that could still fight. Stryker and Travis were feeling a higher level of violence tonight. It must have something to do with this purple moon. I have never felt so much power coming off of them.
Twisting a guys head around completely, then pulling another heart out. An intoxicating smell hit my nose, a smell all too familiar. My heart rate picked up with excitement. At the same time, it felt heavy. Following my beast's instincts, we follow the intoxicating scent. Killing the Dark Army as we go.
Running up a hill, the smell got stronger as the smell got stronger. I Could also smell a metal like the smell, which only made me hurry faster. Getting to the top, it was no longer a hill but a cliff. At the edge of the cliff was an old stone arch with an old stone table underneath it. It was made for sacrifices and dark magic purposes. Close by this dark place was a cage made of silver. There was a living being inside this cage, a woman beside her looking dirty and filthy and even smelling like it. Pass all the silver, and I could still smell her heavenly intoxicating scent. Oh, how I have missed this woman terribly.
She was sitting there quietly with a tear-stained face. Showing that she has been crying. She looked broken and lost the way she hugged herself with her arms around her belly tightly as she could. With no control over my legs, I kept moving closer to her. Then she looked up, and those bright stormy grey eyes were looking at me. The moment they did, my world, once again, all came undone like it did when we first met. I wanted to tear apart, whoever put her in this cage, whoever has broken her once again.
She was yelling at me, but I could not hear what she was saying. I was in too much shock to even see her here. All those countless nights of worrying about her: she finally here, and I didn't want to let her out of my sight. Something did pull my attention away from her. A man walks out of the shadows with a sinister grin. He looks familiar, but it seemed he wasn't quite himself. Something has changed within this man. Stopping in my tracks, the man steps forward a little more.
"It's been a long time Alpha King." The man that possesses Alexander's body says. Travis and Stryker stir inside of me with knowing who this man was. "Do you even remember who I am?"
"We do indeed remember who you are, Dark King." Answering his question. My eyes have shifted into the color of Travis's wolf eyes. With Stryker dragon-shaped eyes.
"So it is true, my old lover has put her King and Guardian in the same meat suit, how interesting. Does she really think by combining you two that you will defeat me?"
"Who said that I would defeat you? It could be me, but it also could be one of the other four future Kings. Either way, I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time."
"Very well then, if that is how you feel, then let's start this fight." Charging at me, he attacks with his sword.
Holding my sword up, our swords collide into each other. Pushing each other back and holding our own grounds. The sword he was holding held lots of power; it even seems familiar. The realization hit me hard. This sword he held belonged to the once fallen King.