Arthur the alpha dressed quickly and followed his friend to the council room. They rushed down the corridor and opened the large double doors, revealing a long diamond shaped table surrounded by 50 chairs. Each chair was occupied by the rightful leader of his or her own pack. He hadn't called for a gathering, so he was surprised that they had all traveled here without notifying him. He took a seat and his friend did too, unsure what the man at the front of the room was going to say.
This was a man he had never seen before. He wore red armor and stood tall. He had black hair with a few streaks of grey in it. He had a stern face and his arms were crossed behind his back. Claw like fingernails were painted black on each finger.
As Arthur took his seat the man smiled a menacing condescending smile at him. His smile was very toothy, and Linus realized he had seen this smile before. Shock filled the young alphas' heart but he attempted to not show it on his face.
This vampire reminded him of Sirius.
"It is very nice of you to finally join us." The man said. "I am Alastor, the vampire king. And I have come to discuss an alliance."
"We will never make an alliance with you!" Arthur's friend said, the one who had just entered the room with him. The other members of the council were also just as appalled by the idea, but before any of the others could object, he had slashed his claws and the man who had spoken up lay dead on the ground.
"Anyone else want to yell at me?" Alastor challenged. "I am higher than all of you, and I hate to be told no."
Arthur stood next, he was shaking a bit. His other pack leaders noticed this and it was the first time that they had seen this powerful young man show fear.
"Alastor, we are also the sons of Fenrir, but we do not feel that vampires and werewolves are the same. Why would you want an alliance with us?"
Alastor was fine with this question. When he didn't kill Arthur the other members of the council calmed a little bit.
"I think that it is more peaceful for you to all submit under my rule rather than to go to war. An alliance would be a surrender so that your people won't get hurt. I have called you all here to inform you that if you submit to me without resistance, I will be your new ruler and you all may keep your positions that you have. But you would all answer to me.
My father Fenrir always planned for me to take control of all of you, and try as you might to escape, I have now found you, and I will not be leaving you alone. It is better to not resist.
I have many great and powerful plans, and I can use you wolves to achieve them!
I will overthrow the heavens and become the ruler of all things, and your mother Amali will be by my side. You would like that wouldn't you? To have Amali be queen?"
"Amali is dead." Arthur said bitterly. "It sounds like you intend to make us your pawns and that will cause many casualties amongst us. Respectfully, I do not wish to see my grandmother by your side."
Alastor's face darkened and the council members cowered as he lunged at Arthur, he yelled in a booming voice, "YOU WILL NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" He said, smacking him in the face with a force that threw him at the wall.
Alastor wiped Arthur's ' blood off of his hand with a cloth and was about to say something to the rest of the pack, but Arthur stood back up firmly and kept his powerful gaze fixed on Alastor, challenging him with a sword.
In that moment, the bifröst opened and a man stepped out of it.
Arthur's ' face swelled and a bruise began appearing on his eye. He stood firm anyways.
The man stood between Arthur and Alastor suddenly and said in a booming voice. "I have not built an empire of werewolves to bring them to war!
Amali and I wanted our race to have peace. This superiority you speak of would never be what she would have wanted. We will sooner fight for her honor than to see her submitting to you. I am Timoteus, the high king of the wolves and right hand man of Odin and friend to Mani!
If it is a war you want Alastor, then you have another thing coming because we have way more people than you. And we will not submit easily."
Then suddenly a flood of wolves descended from the heavens and entered the bodies of their hosts. Alastor hadn't even been aware he was talking with mere humans.
Arthur felt his wolf return to him but he was still shaking a bit. He channeled his fear to stand bravely. He stood next to Timoteus and the other members of the council stood as well, backing him up.
"We will not submit to you!" They said firmly. Arthur became a wolf and his bruise on his face as well as the swelling disappeared. The council members became wolves as well.
Through his beastlike teeth he said, "I am the Alpha and no one challenges me and wins."
Alastor angrily backed away a bit as they began howling to support their leader.
"You will wish you had said yes, you filth!" He yelled.
He turned towards Timoteus angrily and pointed his sharp finger at his chest. "I have killed you before! Amali is mine! I will kill you again and anyone who takes what is mine! Be this a warning! This race belongs to me! I will have it!"
"My son Sirius, you will see him soon! You cannot defend yourselves against him for long! I will use his power and you cannot stop me!"
"Sirius is dead!" Timoteus yelled.
Nobody was shocked to hear this, but Arthur turned towards his grandfather and faltered.
Timoteus had sadness in his eye.
"Come now Alastor, fight me and lose."
In every werewolf villiage, including the estate, vampires came out of hiding and began battling the inhabitants. They were matched on either side.
Their dead souls began flooding the gates of the bifröst and Heimdall stood waiting to welcome them all. He had seen the conversation between the werewolves and Alastor and had called for the Valkyrie to come but they hadn't come in time before the room filled with the souls of slaughtered civilians. People were screaming, women and children on both sides of the veil as they hadn't had time to expect this.
Heimdall attempted to calm them when suddenly two vampires came through the bifröst and began pushing the people back in where they had come from.
20 vampire soldiers came through and joined in the process. The confused souls landed back on earth, back into their bodies that they had come from and began writhing on the ground in pain.
"No!!!" Heimdall shouted but vampire soldiers had overwhelmed him and overtaken the room. No one was being allowed in either.
Wolves were separated from their owners by force and their hosts were becoming vampires.
After writhing for a bit, the werewolves that had returned stood up and their eyes became red. Bloodlust overtook them and they began attacking their fellow werewolves as well.
The onslaught taking only minutes for the majority of the civilians to be turned into vampires. Any humans that accompanied the vampires also got bit and began writhing on the ground as well.
"Rise North Banes rise!" Alastor cried out, his arms raised in excitement and villainy.
The Valkyrie had never faced such a hoard at once 150,000 werewolves being killed at once and becoming vampires. 150,000 vampires being killed and reborn as babies.
They fought their way past the vampire soldiers but souls continued to be pushed back down to earth.
Hel and her angels saw the sky above them darken with storm clouds.
"The war has begun." She said.
(Book continues in book 2)