Ashina -
As we flew over the different troops, I noticed some troop sites were burned to the ground. My heart sank, we lost before we began.
Angry and determined, I went troop to troop riling them up. We're taking the fight to Malcom now. I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to free my mom.
I must put up those emotional walls again, I should never have let the down, what was wrong with me. The pain is more than I can deal with. This is why I never wanted a mate; my destiny doesn't allow for a mate. I was cruel in giving my mate hope, for that I will never forgive myself. How can I?
Tomorrow morning, I have plans in the works. We have several homes that are used for command headquarters within the gated walls of the Royal Pack, my pack. I don't know if I can mind link them seeing I never joined another pack or rejected my allegiance to my pack. I don't want to chance it though; Malcom may find out too easy if I do.
Margaret is busy with the witches put up invisible barriers that will pretty much resist any magical attack to hide our troops. Some of the dragon troops are hidden in magical caves and will take flight out of the mountains.
The witches will secure the tunnels with magic to only let in my troops and those we allow. The magic will kill anyone with a dark heart that enters the tunnels. Some of the witches will be with us in the headquarters in the pack grounds, camouflaging to look like a pack member and smell like a pack member. Some will be positioned in different locations around the castle. The Vampire Prince Cornelius had sent some demons who had rebelled against the constraints of hell and wanted to be on the right side of life. They are joining us in the fight to kill other demons. It seems only a demon can kill a demon.
The next morning when I awoke, I was dressed all in black from head to toe. Even my face was painted black. Me and several of my warriors were all dressed the same so as not to be easily seen. The tunnels were dark and dusty as I remembered from my previous times, I had entered the tunnels near my mountain home. These were no different, I could see the fear in the faces of my men, and there was also strong courage and conviction as my own. With reflective Red permanent markers, we marked out path on the walls that led to the home that was now considered home base. The other paths in the tunnels got various colors to mark that path in arrows stating the direction we were headed via outside or the destination.
We needed to get the pack members out, the question is if they are riddled with traitors amongst them. I cannot let anyone know I am alive. I don't want to have Malcom tipped off. I needed to make a potion to mask my scent and magic to hide my heartbeat. I am going into the castle next, and I don't want the vampires that protect Malcolm to scent me out.
We have the witches sorting out the pack members using magic to find out who's going to betray us. A group of warriors takes them to the tents outside the city, leading the women and kids first. My nightmares are still haunted by videos of brutally killed children. My mom is now in my dreams, laughing wickedly with Malcolm. It freaked me out and I woke up crying, wondering why she was at his side. Could my dad still be alive, I wonder? Walking through the tunnels looking for the purple path into the castle's dungeons. The dungeons seem to have the fewest guards to kill.
In order to open the huge stone door that leads into the dungeon, you must remove square brick-shaped stones in a stairway format from the big stone door. The door opens with dust falling from the ceiling.
I shake my head free from the dust that had fallen brushing off my clothes. We know that there is a closet we will walk into, then a pantry that his door is camouflaged in. Once out of the pantry we will run into maybe one or two guards. My soldiers are in front of me taking them out one by one. Once I make it to the cells it smells like urine mixed with feces and possibly throws up. I want to gag, but I can't.
Then there is a smell similar to my DNA, I look around and see nothing but werewolves that look like they have been forgotten, they are sick, disheveled, and look like they wish death would come soon.
I have the warriors find the keys and had them open the cell doors letting the prisoners free, most can barely walk, but I have the soldiers head them to the tunnels and tell them to get the prisoners out. When I reach the last cell, this old man I felt like crying upon seeing how beaten up he was. Some of his wounds were fresh, I opened the cell and knelt down taking his hands as I tried to help him up. He looks at me in fear and frantically shakes his head now.
"Please leave! I am helping you escape here." I plead with the older man.
"No! I can't Malcolm has my mate, I can't leave. Just forget about me okay."
I couldn't believe this, pleading I ask him again, "I promise if you tell me where to find your mate and I will save her. Please leave with my men, so that we may get you to safety and work on getting you healed. Please?" Tears leave my eyes seeing this broken man and how much he loved his mate. His eyes rolled back into his head and that is when he passed out. I may be imagining this, but through all the filth he smelt familiar to me. I had some more of my men take him out and haul him all the way to the medics.
As one of the men picked him up, he noticed a tattoo that only a royal wear, could this be my father or some other relative. I didn't know but the men hurried him out for me. My heart hoped that maybe, just maybe he was related to me.