Chapter 3 three

When it came to battle, My father and I had taught the warriors enough skills in combat and we had studied the weaknesses of the hybrid. We have not fought the hybrids one-on-one. this was the first time that the pack was being Attacked by hybrids. We were a powerful park in the world, our fame had traveled far and wide? We had brought down kingdoms conquered territories and finished all the other werewolf packs that came against us. We however had never gone against the hybrids because they have never started a war against us. They were simply just watching.

Studying as from the far and calculating their mission. Right now, the shock that registered on my face when I discovered that the hybrids attacked our borders was something hazardous. I did not think they would do it. Especially a week after the death of my father. Perhaps they thought that I was a weak alpha and that penetrating our borders and the security I had already put in place was going to be easy. Thank god my father had taught me right and he had already trained me to always stay alert.

"Every warrior should stay prepared for battle. The ones guarding the border, make sure our defense system is not infiltrated. When you catch sight of the first hybrid, attack as soon as possible. Do not show mercy. I repeat, do not show any mercy! Attack to kill.'' My orders were clear. I knew that we could never win a battle if we let our good hearts speak for us. The hybrids are going to be ruthless.

They possess abilities more powerful than us. Hybrids were a combination of Vampires, werewolves, and witches. This means that they had the power to cast spells against it, turn into werewolves or vampires if they wished. I had silver Blades prepared that were handed out to every warrior as they prepared for battle. Silver is always a weakness for vampires.

"What do we do Alpha?'' Milly asked in a voice full of panic.

"Grab your combat, we are fighting this war,'' I responded, pulling open the drawer as I removed the crest my father always carried whenever he fought.

"Let's go, Milly!'' I shouted, heading towards the door. There was no response, she was quiet.

When I turned around, I was shocked to see Milly's stance weakening. She was toppling over the table.

I hurried towards her, grabbing her before she hit the floor.

"That apple..'' she said shakily, causing me to look towards the Apple that she has dropped on the floor. it had now turned a deeper shade of black clearly showing the outcomes of Witchcraft. I was right. My father's death was not natural and they had made their attempt to take me out as well.

" You are going to be okay. I will get the pack doctor right here soon as possible. You have to be strong for me beta, we are fighting a war right now, and I cannot be with you.`` I said unto her.

Her skin was already turning pale, but she was still warm.

When I left her side, I heard the faint whisper of my name. The poison was traveling fast.

"Isabella, kill those bastards,'' Milly said to me, making me smile a little despite her health condition. She was always feisty and tough.

"The doctor is on his way, you are going to be alright"

Even though I said those words to encourage her, with so much confidence and faith in my voice, I could not help but understand that possibility that she could not survive. she had eaten the apple and I now suspect that it was the same Lethal Weapon used to kill the Alpha; my dad.

"All members of the pack, the apples are poisoned. Don't eat the apples. WARRIORS! The hybrids should be stopped at all cost, do not let them start a war until I get there.'' I wanted to be there to witness the hybrids cast the first stone. My father had taught me enough about peace. He told me that we should never start a war if we do not have faith in winning.

I needed to make sure that my pack members did not throw the First Punch.

"My Alpha! It's the Hybrid King, he wants a meeting with you!''

The voice of the commander had me startled. A meeting?

Why would the hybrid King want a meeting with me? That question plagued my mind over and over again. It was not possible. It had to be a trap. The hybrids were responsible for my father's death and now the deadly illness stuck in the veins of my best friend.

I had never even seen the hybrid King in my life. There were only rumors about him. He had attacked all the other park's exempt hours. He had conquered them but he let them rule on their own. All you needed to do was exert his dominance and authority and show every werewolf that he indeed was the ruler of us all. for some reason, he had never attacked our Park.

He conquered all the other packs except ours. there had to be a trick, he must have been planning something. but how would I ever know, if I didn't attend this meeting of his? These are the kinds of decisions that leave me feeling stranded. Father had left Pacific instructions never to collaborate with the hybrids. But did we stand a chance? We could fight their vampire and werewolf sides but could never win against their witch form. Look at what they had done, I didn't know how many people in my park were poisoned by the apples by now. There had to be an antidote. What he was doing right now was fighting this war indirectly. I needed to make that decision even though I know that my people could never agree with me.

"Very well, tell him I am set to arrange a meeting.''

There was silence at the other end, doubt. People doubted my decision.

"Tell him that he should come alone, and I will come alone!''

There it was, the words that turned my life around forever.