Naktis P.O.V

I walk through the halls of the camp. The ground mostly consisted of soldiers tending to other warrior's injuries. I see a group of soldiers pass me, giving me sympathetic looks. I don't know whether to puke at their empathy or take it, knowing I need as much as I can get. I turn down another hallway and see the big room at the end. Bellator will not be happy about this. I sigh and open the door. Bellator is sitting on his throne, anger on his face. I bow before him.

"You called me King Bellator?"

"Stand." I stand up, hiding my fear behind a mask that has taken place of my face. Upon that mask, lives a strong, fearless soldier. Underneath is someone who just wants to be home with their brother. Bellator got off of his throne and headed towards me.

"We lost the prisoner?"

"Yes, sir."

"We lost soldiers?"

"Yes, sir."

"They took prisoners?"

"Yes, sir." Bellator shakes his head 'yes' and thinks. He pulls his claws out and slashed them across my face. I feel blood come down my cheek, but I don't touch it. Showing hurt would show weakness, and the head of the werewolf army shouldn't acknowledge pain.

"YOU IDIOT! You're one job was to make sure the prisoner doesn't escape! We had all that we needed to kill any of them! What is your excuse for why you failed!?!"

"They partnered with the townsfolk, sir. The appeared to have mad an alliance with the mortals that we didn't know about it." Bellator thinks for a moment.

"You need to get more information on them. You will spy on them. You will take no help, no food, no shelter, and no aid for your wounds. If you die out there, then you don't deserve to live anyways. Let this be a lesson on failure." He walks back to the throne and sits. I bow, deciding to take my leave. The crowds split, looking at me like I'm sentenced to death. I place my armor in the hands of the blacksmith and gently lay my sword on top. I hold my head to the sky and begin to walk out. A soldier ran up with a satchel.

"Here." I nod my head and begin to leave. A little wolf gave me a necklace, an old woman gave me a small fighting knife, and a good friend gave me a first aid kit. This continued until I was filled with different tools to help me survive however long. I nod my head and go out into the night.

Qotil P.O.V

"Hurry Qotil, get inside before someone sees you!" I run inside, grabbing my knife on the way. Darah boards up the windows and door, making sure no one else sees us. He turns back to me.

"You know you're not allowed to be outside for more than an hour at a time." I sigh and sit on the table.

"I had my knife on me. If anyone came to me, I'd kill them!" I say, enthusiasm lacing my voice.

"You're just like dad."

"When are dad and mom coming home? It shouldn't take that long to kill someone." Darah shakes his head.

"Are parents are assassins. They live to do things in style. And it's only been a few days. Their target is in another country." I exhale, laying on the table.

"It can be quick and neat," I mumble.

"That's not the way-"

"Then I'll defy the way!" I say, enthusiasm prevalent in my voice. "I'll be the best assassin, and I'll do it all in one night! People will hire me from all over, a lot like mom and dad, but I'll be so fast, no one can catch me!" Darah looks at me.

"Qotil, I want a better life for you. I want you to live like a normal person. I want you to feel love."

"It's boring though. If I was normal, then everyone would want me to marry. I'm twenty-six and have a full life ahead of me. Once dad finishes training me, I'm heading out." Darah shakes his head.

"Once you find the one, my dear brother, your plans will be out the window faster than you could imagine." I scoff and go to my room, laying on the bed. The sun has gone down a while ago. I hear Darah come in and place a gentle kiss on my head.

"Goodnight." I chuckle softly.

"Goodnight." Darah leaves the room. I grab a block of wood and begin to chip away at the softwood. I faintly hear my brother snoring in the room beside me. I chuckle.

"Me, marry? Heh, he must be stupid. I would never-" I got cut off by a quiet squeak. I listen closer, unsure if it was a person or mouse. I make out the faintest of sounds, it sounds like a cabinet door opening. I get up and grab my knife on the way. I silently walk down the stair. In the kitchen, I see a black shadow with something swinging from side to side. I walk up to the kitchen and decided to get, whatever it is, out of my house. I jump forward, only to be cut off by a knife swinging towards me. I jump back and dodge the knife. I aim for his chest, like dad taught me, and duck under the oncoming blade. He pulls back his dagger and uses it to black mine. I got to kick his knees, but he grabs that easily. I look at him.

"You are so predictable. Also, try two attacks at the same time. It's more difficult to block both." He flicks his wrist and I fall on my back, him quickly sitting on me, looking down.

"You are rather light on your feet, I'll give you that." He pulls my hand to above my head, tossing the knife away. I stare into his eyes, almost being lost in them. He stands up and pulls me upward. I look at him over. He's a werewolf with a black tail and piercing blue eyes. I look at his scratched body and wince a little, the blood is a lot even for me.

"You're hurt."

"I'll live."

"I'll bandage you up."

"No."

"That's not a question." I stand up and begin to get bandages. I come back, seeing him gone. The curtain is blowing in the open window with a tuft of hair upon the windowsill. I pick it up and hold it close to my chest, slowly sliding down to the floor. I close my eyes and smile, hoping that I would see him again.

Staub P.O.V

I sit in my tent, thinking about Naktis. I was one of his right-hand men and I and a few others were apart of his alpha group. It included me, Naktis, Kirsti, and Seram. Kirsti was captured and Naktis is out for a few days. King Bellator asked me to take his spot, but I refused. I can't betray Naktis like that. Seram walks up and sits down next to me.

"Did he ask you too?" Seram questions. I nod.

"Yeah. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I feel like it's betraying him."

"I said the same thing. He respects the choice but is going to ask someone else. I doubt he'll need to, considering they will take control only if Naktis doesn't come back... He'll come back right?" I think for a moment.

"He has to. Killing him would be to kill the spirit and heart. Bellator should know better than to kill him. I'm confident that Bellator is smart enough to know that. He also knows that Naktis has survived much worse, and didn't punish anyone for giving him supplies. He wants Naktis to come back, but he also wants to show the armies that failure is not an option. Naktis will return, trust me." Seram leans on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around him as he smiles happily.

"The stars are beautiful tonight. Have you noticed?" I look at his eyes.

"I'm watching them right now." He slaps me playfully on the arm.

"We're inside idiot. You can't see the stars through the fabric of the tent."

"I beg to differ."

"Do you now?"

"Your eyes are the most beautiful stars, and I can see them shine from a mile away."

"You know, for being one of the best in the army and a murderer of so many people, you are quite cheesy."

"And for being a person so obsessed with blood you are quite pretty." Seram smiles with pride.

"What can I say? I live for this. Horror practically pumps through my veins. As for the pretty, that's just because I killed everyone who is more dashing than me, making me better in comparison."

"And what about me?" He kisses my cheek.

"I can suffer through an exception." He cuddles into my side as I lay down.

"I hope Kirsti is okay." He yawns. I smile and pull the blankets over us.

"I'm sure he's fine. Fallacy isn't one to kill his prisoners. Right now, we need sleep. Goodnight beautiful."

"Goodnight love."