1 Let's Give Them War!.

10 Years Ago.

"Since the wild midnight claws pack wants war, we are going to give it to them" A huge man with broad shoulders standing in the middle of a large crowd inside a big hall announced with a firm and strong voice.

His tone was hard, his face gloomy and his brows furrowed in fury. A thirst for blood was written in his red eyes. It had been a long time since he saw bloodshed so he wanted blood to be spilled again.

"Alpha Sanders, for the sake of our pack, let's call for a truce" A short man, who seemed to be in his early thirties, said in a low tone, raising his hands for him to be seen since he was short.

Every single person in the hall heard his statement though he said it in a low tone but, because the hall was well organised and arranged so no one dared to make a sound when Alpha Sanders was talking, they all heard him clearly.

"What did you say?" Alpha Sanders asked, darting his eyes around the hall searching for the one who dropped the statement. He surely has some nerves. No one has ever dared to say a word when he was speaking so who dared?.

His hot blazing red eyes fell on a hand high up in the air, so he followed the trail of the hand and stopped on reaching the man. To his utmost surprise, the man was standing on the back of a man kneeling on the floor.

He needed to be seen and since he was short, he couldn't help it other than begging the young male to kneel so he could stand on his back for him to be seen.

The short man felt scared and intimidated by the size of the man in front of him so he swallowed hard and tried finding his voice to speak. 

"Alpha Sanders, I'm begging you, let us end this madness and-" His words got stopped by a hand on his neck, pulling him up from the body of the male he stood on.

The grip on his neck was so tight, it almost crushed his windpipe so he gasped for air immensely, scratching his fingernails on the arm of the hand on his neck to cause damage or pain but he didn't flinch for a bit.

"How dare you speak when I didn't ask you to?" Alpha Sanders thundered, his strong hoarse voice echoed throughout the entire hall as some members of his pack cowered in fear.

He was their alpha but they feared the man greatly due to the fact he was frightening and unmerciful. Everyone avoided him because no one wanted to face his vicious wrath.

"I…..am...sor...ry...alph..a…. have….mer..cy" The short man pleaded, still gasping for air eminently. He could feel his airways being crushed within a matter of seconds, if the tightened grip on his neck wasn't liberated.

"I'm only letting you off today, Beta Thomas, because of your usefulness in this pack. If not, you would be known as a dead man today." Alpha Sanders flinched him away, as if he weighed nothing.

Some members of the pack jerked away from the side he was tossed.

Alpha Sanders watched the way he flinched Beta Thomas away and smirked. He enjoyed tormenting people, and derived great joy in it.

Beta Thomas swiftly got on his knees after being flinched away by Alpha Sanders and started pleading,"I'm really sorry Alpha, forgive me" he pleaded with his two hands raised above his bowed head, intertwining his fingers between his hands.

Alpha Sanders stared at him contemptuously, letting out a scornful smirk and turned to face the crowd he was taking to, before being interrupted.

"As I was saying before I got cut off by that idiot" he pointed at the pleading Thomas, begging for mercy and moved his gaze back to the crowd.

"Tonight, we end them all" He roared, raising the spear in his hands up to the invisible air, earning a loud thunderous cheers from his pack members.

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"I have tried resolving the issues going on between us and the dark venom pack but Alpha Sanders doesn't want to call for truce" A tall huge man in his chambers declared with a sullen tone to the audience present in his Chambers.

"Alpha Myers, if they really want to call for war, we are going to give them war" A courageous young guy suggested to the small audience present in the alpha's chambers.

"You don't get it, do you Beta Sam?" Alpha Myers shot the question to the young guy who shook his head, rubbing his face with his right palm and letting out a deep breath.

"I'm not scared of going to war with the dark venom pack but I'm scared of losing our women and children" He pouted, worriedness was written all over his face.

Beta sam was too young and had never gone to war before, but he, Alpha Myers, had been to war for almost a decade and lost his dear Luna to the cold hands of death, and understood that war wasn't a good solution to conflicts.

"We need to-" Alpha Myers' statement was caught short by a young female who ran into his chambers as if she was being chased by a ghost, panting heavily.

Alpha Myers and the rest of his park in his chambers rose to their feet instantly, staring at the heavily panting female in their presence.

"What is wrong, Sophia?" Asked Alpha Myers to the heavily panting female in their presence.

She reached for the floor, leaning against the walls of the chambers and let out a deep breath, seeming to be choking her before speaking "It's Alpha Sanders, he's here with his pack and his calling for war"

Sophia announced while steadying her breathing, beads of hot sweat were visible on her forehead.

Alpha Myers closed his eyes, fisting his knuckles in anger, he was raging like a bull already. His wolf was on the edge, almost emerging which he tried controlling but it was too late.

His wolf had taken over already, he forced his eyes open, his blazing hot red eyes glittered brightly, as he searched for his weapon and got it out from its sheltery.

"Since they want war, let's give them war!".