Kiara's heart sped up as she moved to lock the door behind the man she loves.

How can she just let him go out there by himself?

Well he wasn't alone, he had Khal with him and many other warriors but she didn't know how she was to just stay in here while he would be out there.

Could she?

The lock clicked to signal its shutting and she lets out a small sigh before getting down on her knees.

"Goddess please I am begging you to keep them safe. I don't know what I would do without them."

Luna heard her prayers, and she looks down on her creation from far above before whispering a phase to herself that no one would want to hear.
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Present

"You know exactly who I am boy."

Marquése's face contorts, showing the scorn that he feels within, for the man's whose face no longer lies beneath the hood.

He couldn't believe that he had returned.

"And here i thought that this was a rouge attack. It shouldn't have surprised me that it was you Alderman, you son of a bítch!
How can you just murder the people you once called your own?!"

Kiara's father now stands before him, grinning his sinister smile.

"I can because now they answer to you. They are no longer my people as they are loyal to you. These are my people now."

The men standing with him were all rogues.

"You must be kidding. You're just a cockroach that just wont die aren't you? Manipulating your way out of everything! I bet that's the same thing you did here, that is how you acquired most of your trusted men, isn't it? By manipulating them into thinking what you want them to think."

"You don't know anything! You're a child that doesn't belong on that throne and today I come to take it back!"

"We'll see about that."

"Alpha, we don't know their numbers, what if we don't have the man power to win this war." Grant whispers his concerns to Marquése.

"Don't worry, we won't need it."

Marquése didn't want to loose anyone else, he couldn't so instead he made a smart play.

He steps out further onto the field, walking closer to the group of rogues when some of his men trying to stop his movements.

"What are you doing Alpha? At the first chance he gets he'll try to kill you."

"Just trust me."

Marquése continues walking, only stopping before getting too close to the enemy.
Alderman turns his head in wonder, laughing at the young king's actions.

"Which of you here was exiled by this man?!"

No one dares to speak so he speaks again.

"I'm the one that beat him, the one that banished him from this land but here he is, the pest that never wants to go away, that never dies. He's a manipulative piece of shít, that tells you what you want to hear and I'm sure that you all know it. Its the only reason that you're all out here fighting for him because he made you promises, ones he can't keep because he will never beat me."

"You're wasting your time-" Alderman tries to say but Marquése ignores him, continuing with what he was saying.

"You're rogues, which means you are on your own, you don't have a home but that can all change today. As long as the crimes you committed were minor, then your sins both past and those committed here today will be forgiven. That means I am giving those of you who want it a second chance, so either you come with me right now and live here or you stay with him and die."

All the men started looking amongst themselves. The whispers of uncertainty starting to spread like the plague; hope starting to circulate throughout the grounds and Alderman grumbles.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Alpha Marquése are you sure you know what you're doing? They are dangerous, they just killed our people!"

"They committed those acts because of false hope, trust me I know what it feels like to not have a home, you do the things you deem necessary to survive.
He's the one that started this war so he'll be the one to pay for every single death that took place here. Trust me."

Khal turns to the guard that spoke addressing him.
"He is our king and he's trying to save us all. You'll do well to do exactly what he says and trust him."

"So then, who's ready to cross over?"

The men started looking, wondering if it was true. Marquése could see those of them who wanted to take the chance, he saw the look of hope and desperation on their faces.
With on nod from him half the men on the battlefield drops their weapons, stepping away from them; surrendering.

They chose to fight no more

"What are you doing you idiots?! Pick up your weapons!"
The mad king demanded but the men stood still as the rage within the fallen King boiled, until it spilled over.

"Screw you!"

In a split second the war was on again, Alderman at the head of it charging straight for Marquése. He runs in, taking Marquése by surprise and tackles him to the ground.

In this position it was easy to overpower him but he didn't get much of a chance.

It now came down, once again, to a challenge between Alderman and Marquése.

Who will be victorious?

The guards wanted to intervene in the fight as they saw their Alpha pinned down to the ground but Marquése acted quickly, harshly throwing the old man off of him.
He then holds his hand up, signaling to the guards to stand down.

This was one on one

"It's either you give up now or this time I won't be so generous and not kill you.
Alderman grinned at him, his mouth bloodied from the hard landing he took on it.

"No, this time, I'm the one that's going to kill you."

The men both circle each other like the animals they were, each wanting to go in for the kill.

"Where's your friend Draco? Not here to help you this time huh?"

At the mention of Draco's name Alderman's face darkens and he charges blindly for Marquése. It seems the taunt has work and at the last minute Marquése shifts his attack, countering with a punch to the stomach and Alderman crumbles, wailing in pain.

Everyone around them stands still, watching the battle go on, none daring to move an inch.

Marquése grabs him by the collar, pulling him up to stare at his face.
Alderman kicks out Marquése's feet from under him in blind rage, climbing over him to land punch after punch, smack in the middle of his face.

"You killed him you son of a bitch! You broke everything in his body and I couldn't save him!"

The mad kings wrath was being fully exalted, but still he was emotional and in his moment of weakness, Marquése took his opportunity, catching his fists before sending him a sinister smile of his own.

"Good."

Everything within him shifted as he throws the man off him again, going to return the favor.
Every punch was executed with precision, striking for major organs.

He wants him to feel ever bit as much pain as possible, the pain of everyone he ever hurt.

Greyson's strength was put behind every fist, destroying the evil man's body.
He wailed in pain as Marquése batters him to a pulp, before raising up to leave him laying there on the ground.

"You don't know how much I want to end your pathetic life, but for her I won't. For now you get to live with all the blood on your hands." Marquése whispers to him before all hell broke loose.

"Kill them all!" Alderman yells out his orders and all the rouges who didn't surrender charges towards the warriors of Pack Vencer.
They join in the fight, following the orders from their leader who lays on the ground in pain.

They were all running in, only fighting with a false sense of obligation to the rotten man that just couldn't bare to loose.

The rogues didn't stand a chance though, their numbers were cut in half and so were they as the swords of the warriors and generals runs through them.

Once again a war that could've been avoided was fought, lives were lost and blood was shed as they all wanted each other dead.
However this war was not completely like the last.

In the midst of all the chaos of fighting, Marquése's body was violently trusted sideways by a harsh force.

The impact sent him flying to the ground but as soon as he realizes what had happened, his eyes rises to look upwards, taking in the sight that he'd never be able to forget.

A rusted dagger piercing through flesh of the innocent, flesh that it was never meant to go through.

The crimson blood stains her hands and as soon as their eyes connect something within them both breaks.