Here's the first chapter to Behind Enemy Lines!! I'm writing it up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year, but it will most likely be longer than fifty thousand words so it won't be finished until the end of December most likely. Hope you like it! The next chapters will be out from the first of December but here is just a taste of what is to come :)

Libby xx

P.S. This book will contain swearing, but i'll inform at the start of each chapter when and what. None here :)

The storm mimicked the anger within Elijah’s heart, the scowl ever present on his face. He watched, hidden the bushes with his fellow hunter brothers and sisters. His green eyes bright in the dark shrubbery, but burning with controlled rage. The dark hair on Elijah’s head which usually stuck up in small waves was plastered to his head, the sky’s tears running down his face. Heaving a large sigh, he glared at the leaves blocking his vision, as though his anger would magically move them out of the way.
“Griffin, time to execute?”  One of his minions asked. He was lying in the bushes to the right of a crouched Elijah, waiting for the clear to pursue into the house.
Elijah raised a soaked eyebrow, before looking to his left. Glaring down at the wet form before him, Elijah spoke his next words with clenched teeth.
“Thalia? Is it clear?” He spat, anger pouring throughout his soul. Thalia moved her long wet hair off her back and sat up on her arms. Her dark eyes were narrowed, watching the guards and their routine. Ignoring her mate’s anger, she concentrated. Resting her weight on her elbows, she held her hands by her temples. Just as she was about to press down and penetrate their minds, Elijah spoke again.
“Thalia?” He hissed again, and Thalia froze.
“Give me a few minutes sweetie or it will be you who is zapped unconscious!” She hissed back, before slamming her fingers to her temples.

The guards dropped like stones.

The female werewolf next to her snorted at the action and shared a smirk with her Princess before shifting into her white wolf. Thalia kept her smirk as she glared at her mate.
“Three minutes until the next guards. Go.” She commanded her wolves, before shifting like the rest of them. Becoming the golden light to guide them, the team of 12 wolves stalked their way to the side door of the bunker.
Elijah grinded his teeth before he nodded at the hunter to his right. The hunter started to crawl forward, another three mimicking the movement. The remaining hunters, including Elijah, ran towards the side door, staying low. The four hunters in the forest were their communication, their protective snipers on the outside as they delved into the bunker.
One of the other hunters, Dave, brought out two thin pieces of metal and shoved them into the lock with shaking hands. Elijah raised an eyebrow at the fidgeting motion.
“Nervous?” He asked, resting his hand on the pistol strapped to his thigh. Dave threw a loose smile his leader’s way, before unlocking the door.
“Just a bit.” He admitted. Once he removed the pins, Dave gripped the handle tight, all emotion erased. Elijah and Dave exchanged one nod before Dave threw open the door.

And the smell of vampire hit them hard.

After the rescue of Queen Seraphina, King Elliot ordered that all vampires were to be hunted down and killed. To assure the allegiance of hunters and werewolves was strong, it became that Elijah and his hunters would hunt them down. Of course, due to the alliance, the mates of the hunters were to accompany them on their dangerous quest. King Elliot hated that his sister, Princess Thalia, had to go with her mate but he created the rules.
While Elijah was in charge of the hunters, Thalia was in charge of the wolves. She was meant to stay behind and watch the base in case a group of vampires branched off and attacked their base.

But no, the second in line to the Wolf Throne decided to join the hunt of these vampires and brought all the other wolves with her… leaving the base unguarded…
Hence, the anger.

They were ambushing a rumoured vampire experimentation house; just like the one the Queen had been in before her jail sentence.

Elijah stormed into the base, eyes peeled for the blood-sucking monsters. The handful of wolves followed in suit, Dave watching his back as the other hunters went around. Dark, enclosed hallways pressed against the minds of the wolves. Blood attacked their sentences. Fear; it cloaked their sight. They were weak in the house of the fanged beasts, but they had their orders from their King. Rain down on the vampires what they did to those inside their houses; burn them to the ground.
Nine doors filled the hallway, before turning off beyond Elijah’s sight. The leader of the hunters checked the doors following the ever-so-welcoming corridor, nodding his head in the direction of the doors. Shortly after the courteous nod, wolves stormed the rooms. Snarling, shredding…draining the life of the vampires that tortured their fellow kin. Screams echoed throughout the hallway, and the remaining doors opened to see the glowing eyes of the human mosquitoes. Hisses quickly followed, and the charge came.
Skipping in his step, Elijah sprinted, slipping onto his padded knees. With the momentum of the run still boosting him, he drew his knives from his back holster.  The sharp swords glistened in the darkness as the hunter spun on his knees. The vampires screamed out as the swords sliced through their knees; giving out from under them due to the hot white pain. Elijah quickly jumped onto his feet, running down the rest of the corridor as the wolves behind him devoured the down demons. While Dave, Thalia and the other wolves were hacking up the blood-suckers, Elijah bolted down the remainder of the corridor to hunt out the rest of the vampires. Just as he passed the final door, a vampire slammed him against the neighbouring wall.

His shoulder popped out of place.

Elijah yelled in pain, before slicing the knife in his uninjured hand across the arm of the vampire. He screamed in pain, before they both took their stances…ready to dance with death.  The vampire before him glared at him with pitch black eyes, clicking his tongue in time with Elijah’s racing heart. Clutching his one knife tighter, his dislocated arm closer to his body, he raised it higher. Defensive. He was not going to win this fight.
The vampire was gleaming with the knowledge as well. However, when his head cocked to the side, Elijah knew that his only chance to try and take down this fully healthy vampire was to strike now. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, his entire weight pressed on his left foot.

Just as a golden mass ploughed into him.

Elijah spun on his left foot, arms flying around him as he balanced once again. Shaking his head from his dizziness, he stared at the still vampire before him. His head was straight; directly at him. His black eyes were cloudy as though his soul was non-existent. Elijah’s spine shivered at the sorrowful sight, but his heart plummeted at the next action the vampire did. A thin line of red slowly became more and more obvious to the hunter, standing out by the second. He started to piece it together. His knife. The pirouette he accidently performed; it must have sliced the knife through the distracted vampire’s throat.

Distracted by what?

Turning to his right, he saw a golden wolf standing at end of the corridor, staring at Elijah intently. Thalia. She had spotted the onslaught while mid-hacking a vampire up, and knew she had to act quickly. When Elijah’s shoulder dislocated, she held her ground before charging. The vampire had heard her quiet steps, and it allowed for her to push Elijah into spinning. The spin had sliced the vampire’s throat.
“What on Earth were you thinking?!” He shouted, too furious to even whisper in the vampire house.
Thalia’s golden wolf threw her head up in exaggeration, before jogging down the last corridor. Leaving the slit vampire to the capability of their comrades, Elijah followed his stubborn mate. There was only one door at the end of the corner; triple locked with silver braces. The thick iron door was impossible to break into by hand. Keys.
Elijah ran back around the corner to see the wolves had shifted back into their human forms, clothed in long t-shirts to hunt for information. “Did anyone see keys on a vampire?” Elijah shouted, eyeing Dave and the wolves.
The white wolf, Nell, coughed lightly. Staring at Elijah with doe eyes, she stepped forward. Her light blue shirt contrasted with her dark skin, matching her incredibly dark brown hair. Her brown eyes were filled with embarrassment as she started to dry heave. Pressing her fingers into her mouth, she choked on the vampire she had eaten. The wolves frowned at her briefly, before Nell started clutch her stomach in agony. Dave frowned at her, before quickly grabbing onto her from behind and slamming her against him. His hands delved into her stomach and Nell projected the item in her throat onto the floor.

A pair of saliva-covered keys.

“He…” Nell coughed, “He attached them to his b-belt.” She cleared her throat a few more times, Dave moving away from her quickly, before kicking them over the gory blood-soaked floor into his hands. Elijah shook his head, clearing the scene of the choking wolf from his head, and ran back to the sealed door. Thalia still stood in her golden form, looking from Elijah to the door in impatience.
“Hold on Thalia, Nell was choking up the keys.” Elijah explained, receiving a snort from his mate. Only one key hung from the small ring. Its silver paint glinted in the eyes of Elijah in earnest. Curiosity and determination pushed him into slamming the gleaming key into the three locks. Large clunk sounds echoed throughout the hall as the silver locks opened. Elijah ripped off the heavy chains, Thalia yelping as she leapt out of the way of the deadly silver chains and locks, watching as her mate pushed open the stiff door…

Stopping.

Lying in the middle of the long rectangular room was a concrete slab. The walls were heavy duty cement, unbreakable. Even with werewolves and vampires enhanced strength they would not be able to smash their way out of a room like this. Stained blood was splattered all over the cold room; one wall was lined with so many knives that even Elijah was out-stocked compared. Blood covered them all. It set a dark chill in the room. Lights were imbedded into the silver beams on the ceiling, providing light to the horrific sight on the concrete slab. Lying on the slab was the thing that they feared they would discover at the vampire house.

A young werewolf.

She was lying on the dark slab, her red hair pooling over the table towards the grey and maroon floor. Her eyes were shut, pale skin bright in the dark room. Her body was chained onto the table with silver clasps. Burns adorned the areas around the clasps and small red marks in the joint of her arm. Elijah’s heart dropped at the sight of the poor girl; she couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old.

“It’s happened again.” He whispered, knees weakening at the sight of the young girl. Lighting flashed, thunder clashed, at the discovery… the same time that the girl’s eyes fluttered.