Chapter 3 Fight

DIAMOND POV:

The strong vibrations on the ground tell me that the sirens are still ringing. I know that Tristan told me to leave, and a part of me wants to make good on this so he would learn his lesson, but I refuse to put any of his people in danger just because their leader can't swallow his pride.

Instead of leaving with Claudia and Carlos, I beckoned the Alphas to come forward and fight. Thankfully, they didn't question me this time. Even Tristan marches out with them, not bothering to look at me.

"What are we going to do, Alpha?" Carlos asks.

"We are going to fight," I tell him through signing. "The Rogues must be in their borders now, and we can't let them get in. You and I are going to get out there, fight them from the outside, and stop them from breaking through."

Carlos nods, and I finally turn to Alice.

"You stay here. No matter what happens, don't leave."

"But...." she starts to protest, but then she swallows hard and relents. "I will."

With that, Carlos and I leave the room, shifting into our Wolf forms as soon as we hit the fields outside the pack mansion.

Thick snow is now covering the ground, with more raining down from the slate blue sky. Light fog is shrouding the land, making the lifeless trees look like cruel thin hands thrust into the sky, but I can still see the battle going on in the distance.

The Alphas and the patrol guards are keeping the Rogues at bay, because the stone walls that surround the pack are now chipped and damaged on one side, providing a point of entry for the enemy.

Carlos and I leap across another section of the wall, landing on the thick forest outside the pack. It's a lot darker here, colder, but the near absence of anything makes me feel strangely more connected.

Even when the first line of Rogues sees us and starts to attack, I find myself fighting back seamlessly. I push back the Rogues trying to tackle me, swatting them with my paws and crushing them under.

The thing about Rogues is their number.

That's how they succeed in taking over the packs since they started their revolution two years ago.

As the Alpha King, I tried peace talks with them. I tried to hear their demands and find a middle ground, but they were never open to that. They just attacked mindlessly in the hopes of weakening us enough to submit.

However, they are weak. If their necks get bitten, or if their chests get damaged, they're basically as good as dead.

So that's what I do know. Every time they charge, I pin them to the ground and crush their ribs under my paws. I bite the others, always aiming for their necks. Their smell is thick in the air, making it easy for me to sense where they are and where they're coming next even though I can't hear them. Once their blood is shed, they freeze on the ground, unmoving and unable to attack again.

But more and more of them are coming.

Still, I'm in my element, and I know that I can take them all down.

It took years for me to become confident in fighting again. Since that Rogue attack when I was twelve, I've grown fearful and limited.

When I found out that I lost my voice and my hearing, it felt like my life ended. All the things I used to love doing became looming monsters that I had to overcome.

My father was the one who came to my rescue. He taught me how to fight again, to use my other senses to make up for the fact that I can't call for backup, I can't command anyone, and I can't hear what's going on around me.

And I have gotten good. So good in fact that I could take down troops of Rogues all by myself. I gained the respect of the other Alphas because of it too.

But what happened today reminds me that even after this adjustment, I'm still as limited as before.

When Carlos couldn't understand me, I felt as small and as voiceless as I did eighteen years ago.

The only thing that saved me from sinking low was Alice.

I still don't know how she did it. I still don't know how or why I hear her voice in my head, melodious and clear and refreshing, after years of not being able to hear anything else. It's like her presence pierced through every weakness I have and made it her own, alleviated it, allowed me room to breathe.

And now I feel like I have to be close to her.

More Rogues attack, trying to crowd around me to limit my movements. I push all of them back, keeping them in front of me where I can see them and rounding them all up until they fall into crumpled heaps under my feet.

I'm winning. Adrenaline is rushing through my veins like a drug, and I'm getting high just off the thought of another victory. I begin to move faster, breaking through their ranks until the others are too afraid to approach. It feels like I have no disability at all....

Until I feel a familiar whoosh of energy behind my back.

I turn around just in time. I see a Rogue flying midair with its teeth bared and ready to bite. I freeze, petrified at how close it is and how I didn't sense it.

And that's my biggest mistake of the night.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Carlos swerves into view and wedges himself between me and the Rogue, taking the bite that was supposed to be for me.

Only when the Rogue tackles him down do I remember to move. I claw at it, scratching its face and leaving long and deep gashes. It backs away with a whimper, but it's too late.

The damage is done.

Time seems to slow down, to stop, even. Blood pools around Carlos's neck like a halo.

"Alpha..." I see his mouth move. His eyes are becoming unfocused, and I can almost feel him panting in pain. "Alpha, go back to the mansion."

I shake my head. I make my way towards him, stumbling, but the vibrations on the ground suggest that the battle is still going. My vision is blurred now.

All I can see is the blood.

All of my senses have shut down, so much so that I don't feel the Rogues crowding around us until I catch their scent.

They're coming at me from all sides now, and all I can do is push them away from Carlos. My heart is frozen in my chest in fear. Every second that passes feels like a missed opportunity to get him the help he needs.

I keep pushing the Rogues back, but my concentration is gone. The fact that I can't hear or call for help is catching up to me. I get scratches all across my arms, my chest, my face....

Until their weight finally holds me down.

I shift into my human form to avoid getting crushed, but I can't protect Carlos anymore. I'm trying to pull him to his feet, but we're stuck....

But then the Rogues start to scatter just as a sweet, warm scent invades my nostrils.

I look up, and I find Alice standing before us, driving the Rogues back.