Christerbelle_

10,000 years. A war between vampires and werewolves is set to take place after 10,000 years. It was a war that filled dread among the supernaturals for blood would be shed, lives would be lost, kings would be dethroned and most importantly the losing species would become extinct. It was a massacre with the outcome unknown. Both species were ready to die fighting for them to thrive, slavery wasn't an option. It was a rare scenario; a fair fight. Both sides had equal strength but in the end, victory lay on the remaining species. Fate was the only hope. ... "Ain't you a little too young to go looking for fights you can't handle." "You wanna test that theory?" "You're cocky for a little guy. Be smart enough and surrender to us." "I don't think so. You came here to fight, didn't you? Are you backing out now? I'll go easy on you." He knew that would get a reaction out of the latter. And as expected the other king pounced.

It only took one look at her to know demons haunted her. Her eyes showed the pain she has endured and her body reflected the cruel way life had reduced her to a broken shell. ... "What group of rogues are they?" he asked as he raked his eyes over us. "Most were born rouges, others were chased out of their packs for minor crimes. They won't be a problem." The beta said, aiming the last part at us. Nobody would be foolish enough to cause trouble within the king's palace. It was a death wish.    The alpha began from the other side of the line where the strongest stood. I could hear positions being given to the wolves by the male as he crossed the line. His rough voice put me on edge. I shut my eyes in fright as I felt him stand in front of my trembling body. I was the last to be judged; I was the weakest link. The sound of his growls almost brought me to my knees. Tears ran down my cheeks as I held back a sob. Why do I always have to cry, why am I weak? "Mine."