The night hides us from our newfound enemy that has denied any help from outsiders. It was only just a matter of time before another alpha tried to fight him for his pack and land.

Now, it is me who he has to deal with.

I pick this night for I knew they would be too lax to fight us in time to rebel. They believe they are safe with this male who only uses the goods and skills of his people for his own selfish reasons. His mate is no better, she abuses the pack to benefit her selfish and lavish lifestyle.

Tonight, it ends.

"Alpha, it is time." My beta says as he watches with the same intent just as I and the rest of my warriors have. We watch the festivities come to an end as everyone begins to expire to their rooms.

Yet my focus seems to be at a loss from me.

My lycan won't relax no matter what I say. It is as if he is under some spell and I can't shake this feeling that something else is supposed to happen besides our surprise attack. I raise my arm in the air for the rest of the warriors to see. They wait for my signal before they can lunge for the attack.

When I see the alpha walk the last elderly couple to their homes and he's alone then that's when I close my fist. The wolves move against the wind as they begin their onslaught of incoming attacks. Throats have been spilled, blood stains the snows that are littered with more dead bodies than alive.

The sound of war waves over the small pack that will soon be gone forever. I've warned this Alpha to reconsider my proposition, yet he chooses to stay in the confines of his small land in his home than to accept help from a hand that has extended enough for him.

Pitiful.

As my men begin to pillage the village.

I search for the Alpha to fight him.

To claim half of what little survivors I'll allow living. My men who have no mate will take any woman of their choosing, mated or not, not all of the pups will survive if my men choose to kill them. Males of our kind kill off pups for they are not our blood or they will stain our legacy.

However, what hits me like a sucker punch is worse than any other full male could ever throw. There is the scent of a female that my wolf has awaited long before I even knew. She stands there, with hair soft and white as the winter snow.

She looks as if the heavens have sent me an angel to claim as my prize with blood stains that mar her beauty. My Lycan growls lowly with a blinding anger to kill whomever harmed our mate.

Still, she looks everywhere around her.

Worried.

Afraid.

Uncertain.

A woman clutches onto her arm, wailing in pain with tears that fall from her eyes. A belly moving, a pup ready to be birthed in the snow around the chaos that my men and I have created. She doesn't hesitate, she moves to help. She yells at another woman who stands with them, a Luna of power yet she does not help a pack mate in distress.

Disgraceful.

The little wolf then commands her Luna to move her ass to be useful. Just like that, their Luna moves away. A woman of omega status who can hold her own against a higher ranking, that is rather unusual and improbable. It makes me wonder what this female is if she has no higher position.

Just as time passes us by, she delivers the pup with zero harm. The mate of the mother wolf comes to her side as their male is born and the small babe is put into the mothers embrace.

As I watch this tender moment, I sniff the air and I can scent the Alpha, he's here. Before I knew what I was doing, my wolf reacts for me, it was never my intention to harm his beta, yet he seen me coming after his Alpha's throat. Running over him, I attack him on his sides, he circles around me while I taunt him with my own war.

"No!" the winter woman wails for us to stop but I growl in my distaste for her attempts to stop us. She backs up when I try to nip her hands from touching us but my wolfs bites me internally for nearly harming our mate.

Our mate.

My mate.

The fight goes on with this male who can hold his own battle. I was impressed by his way of movement but I am more than him. I must end him or make him submit to me unless he secedes to my authority.

However, he kept eating at my patience as he tries to cut me from under. I go for his throat once more but he would allude me and I would become even angrier. Once again, my temper gets the best of me as he continues to try to rip me from my underbelly, I go in to rip his throat out with no remorse.

Then the Alpha of this pack begins to fight me as well, my wolf laughs at our opponent. He's no match for me and he knows it, his beta was a worthy opponent, he never aided his Beta who was less than us.

He is not an alpha, but a coward who hides behind others.

I taunt him enough as his body begins to tire out from my incessant bites. I rip each flesh on all parts of his body, not even long after he submits to me with his head bowed; we both shift in our skin as I stand tall over him.

"Any last words Alpha."

"May the goddess have mercy on your soul Midas." My eyes widen with fury as he mentions that fucking bitch who forsakes me. Swiping his head off with the swift of my talons, I grab his head and stick it on a pike along with his coward of a mate who left him to die alone.

I howl in the night with my men as we sang our victorious war to the moon. She has forsaken us because to her we are unworthy of the moon's love.

Nonetheless, there will be a day I will fight her and spill her blood on the moon.

We are not werewolves, we are lycans and we are the sins of her mistakes. She has hidden us from the world because we are her shame. But no more, I will take what I want and make the bitch cry for her life.

The cries of a new mother ring my ears as the murderous haze leaves before my eyes and I am stained with another wolfs blood on my mouth. I shift back into flesh form, standing over the beta's mate and his pup, I walk over to put out their misery.

Grabbing the small pup from the mother's arm, I ready my hands to twist its' neck. It is a mercy to kill the newborn infant for it will not survive in the winter months with a mother soon to be dead.

However, snowy white hair stands in front of me. Her scent hits me like a bison has knocked the breath out of me, her scent is intoxicating, the smell of cold forests and warm cinnamon. Never in my life had I ever imagined I would ever find my mate and here she stands defiantly defending this woman and her child.

I never knew a lycan can have a mate, none of my men have found soul mates, only the women we have in our pack consent to only producing more futures for the lycan blood to live. I had yet to find a female to continue my bloodline yet I am stood in front of such a sight unlike any other.

She is like a fairy who is kissed by the snow's coldness, her cheeks rosy red and hair as white as snow with a tinge of an ice blue tint. She is of rare beauty, her eyes glow with a forest green that tints the small freckles to life.

She's my mate.

Small yet a strength I can't fathom, she stands before me with such power. I can feel it hum from her sound, does she realize she is more? Maybe even more than a lycan in general, my lycan wants us to bow before her and submit our allegiance to her but I deny this feeling and stand my ground. I won't let this female make a mockery of me, I am the alpha and she will be the one who will submit to me.

Yet, I have this need to break her, to see her reach a point where she can no longer stare me in the eyes. I want to make her hurt in ways she's never felt before, I want her to cry under my spell; to bring pain and pleasure on her face where she can't tell the difference. She stares up into my eyes without breaking any contact, she can hold her own that I cannot deny.

No one can hold the Alpha's eyes.

No one.

"Mine." A deep growl emanates from my throat. She doesn't falter yet I can tell she shivers in fear or desire. Maybe a little of both with the way she eyes my naked flesh. She looks down where my manhood springs to life at the sight of my mate, she looks back up again this time flushed as she sees the sins she brings to my body.

"Don't touch them." She whispers in the air as she stares at me with those wide silver eyes. I turn to see the Beta's mate in tears as she stares into the lifeless eyes of her mate.

"I must kill them, they will not survive mate," I say back as I hold the pup that squirms in my hold as I attempt to twist its neck. She doesn't try to stop me and I can't help but wonder why.

I crouch low to be at the same level as the woman while holding her babe. She looks at me with tears that continue to fall as she mourns for the loss that I served at my hands. I pass her pup so she may hold the small babe once more. She knows she will end and she is okay with this reality because it means she will reunite with her mate.

"Kill me, but do not kill him, let him live" she whispers, kissing his face and imprinting his scent to her memory before she goes into the night as she holds her pup to me, I notice the small babe wiggles in her arms.

"I will not," it is not mine, nor do I want it for it will be a challenge to me and my mates future.

"I will." My mate says as she stands behind me, I can feel her walk up behind me as she falls to her knees. The weeping female passes her pup along to my mate's arms who coos at the fussy pup. I can feel my throat constrict as I watch the way my female holds the pup.

That could be us.

"Thank you, Winter." Her name is winter just as her hair, it was quite fitting. I growl my approval which startled both females, even causing Winter to blush a crimson red. The female whispers into Winters' ear which I turn elsewhere to give them this privacy. I go to my side to take out my knife and with mercy. I bring her neck and slice it open for her blood to spill so she may pass into the moons embrace to be with her mate. My men come into view as they bring in more prisoners. Mostly women and children who have lost their mates to our war.

"You are now prisoners to my pack until I decide what to do with you. Men, take them and keep them in line. Kill them immediately if they so much as disobey one order from me." I yell out as my men begin to walk away with prisoners in hand.

I turn to face my female who watches on with disdain to her face, she doesn't smile at what she sees.

There's a need to come to her side and hold her close. To get rid of whatever awful feeling I have given her but I stay in my lane and grip her arm yanking her towards me.

"As for you, you're coming with me."

Her eyes widen as she finally comes to the realization of her situation. She stands back while holding the orphaned infant close to her chest as if to protect her heart. The rest of the imprisoned pack watch Winter closely and immediately they follow her. It's as if they are under her control and she doesn't realize this. The rest become restless and a sense of a new fight has grown within them.

They want to fight us and it is all of Winter's doing.

"NO!" She makes it known she does not want to be with me but I don't care. What intrigues me is how she is commanding a whole pack without saying anything. I had to think quickly because it seemed the females were ready to fight at the sight of Winter who is fighting against me, against our bond.

"If you do not come with me Winter, I will kill them." She doesn't stop, she assumes something of me which I make it apparent to her she is wrong in the worst-case scenario.

"You wouldn't," she's unsure now, she doesn't believe me. With a lift of my lip creates a smirk which I stare intently into her eyes, a timid creature with an inhibition to stand against me. She knows that I mean what I say and I will do it.

"You should have stayed quiet Winter." I lift my hand in the air so the rest of my men can see, Winter sees behind me that they are separating the women from the children. A face of horror mars her face as she watches in fright.

As my hands hang in the air, I open my palm and the screams begin.

The blood of the young is spilled onto the snowy white floor.