Mated With Blood: 11

Alpha Oliver, Samuel and James with many others waited for the main gateway to open and enter the unknown territory or Russian pack- Kri. They all felt nervous and on the edge. This was the first time they came to his home. And they came to threaten- to hiss and bite. This was the pack of the Original Werewolf. The cruelest killer with his trained army of thirty soldiers. And they weren't invited.

They are here to possibly even start a war. The war they couldn't win.

"This doesn't feel good." The Alpha Samuel mumbled. "Someone should have been here the long time ago. They are keeping us waiting on purpose."

"It is so quiet. I hear no howling or branches breaking underneath their paws. And there is no smell other than that of ours. This is their territory. Here is where they run and train. How is it possible that the forest never absorbed their smell." Alpha James continued.

Alpha Samuel looked behind to see all of the 230 alphas silently waiting for the unknown to happen. They brought the army. Yes- army of alphas. And they are not afraid. They are not afraid. Not of werewolf. Not of Laric. And certainly not of Original werewolf.

"Oh God, this is not a gate for us." Suddenly the Alpha Oliver's thunderous voice penetrated the area.

"What do you mean?" Alpha Samuel intervened.

"Look at the sign on a door. This is the gate entrance for their human guests."

"So where is gate for werewolves?"

"There isn't. We are expected to jump over gate." Alpha Oliver explained.

As he said it, all of the alphas looked at the 23m tall wall.

"This is insane. No werewolf can jump over that high wall. Not even a Laric. Can he?" Alpha James tried to sound angry but instead it came out as frustrated growl.

"They are humiliating us. " Alpha Samuel whispered.

"Okay Everyone. Shift and jump over it. " Alpha Oliver growled.

No one moved.

"Now !"

And they jumped. The first werewolf almost succeeded but fell down and as he fell he landed on a shred of glass and fatally injured his neck. With a lot of struggle, most of them succeeded on the other side, except 40 of them who couldn't cross the wall and 16 of them who died trying to do so. This was a message.

They run. They run through cold Russian forest. Not allowing themselves to get discouraged they never stopped to morn the loss of the fallen werewolves. The weather was cold. Too cold even for a werewolf. This nature was merciless. Just as a pack who habitats inside it.

They stopped when they came in front of the another gate. This one was leading to the mansion. The mansion so huge it seemed its height reached the sky. It was intimidating. It was cold.

But above all, it was lifeless. No decoration. No glamour. No gold and trimmed grass around it. No flowers, no sound of women and little children playing around. No families.

The mansion was huge but that was all it was. Just huge. No richness and no high tech, cameras or alarms to protect them. There was nothing they were accustomed to see in their own homes across the globe.

They could feel they were watched. Carefully observed but they couldn't see anyone. Where are Larics?

Suddenly two of the Larics showed up behind the whole army of alphas that American packs brought with them.

Noon noticed them for a few long seconds until one of the alphas, the one closest to them- turned and with him all the others turned as well.

They were the biggest werewolves they have ever seen. Both of them black- no variation or shades in their fur. They were intimidating. They were showing teeth. It was a message. One wrong move and two of them are ready to attack every alpha in front of them. Then suddenly they stopped as if they received an order via the link and turned around, signaling others to follow them.

"This feels like willingly going for a slaughter." Alpha Samuel linked the Alpha Oliver. There was no reply.