Sold To The Alpha
Chapter 24

The next day Aaron, Justin and the other chosen lambs were outside the front of the pack house, stationed by the woods where they thought the south attack would most likely come from. Alpha Alistair and his team were hidden to the south-west, each member of the group had covered themselves in mud and animal droppings to disguise their scent as the winds were blowing toward the most likely point of breach at the boundary.

Jared had positioned his team to the South East, with the hope that the Red Moon warriors would march between them and they could close in behind stopping any form of retreat once their attackers knew they had been snared.

Henry kept his men to the North East, downwind of the most likely entry point for the northern attack, they planned to ambush the second wave before they had time to join their comrades at the main battle stopping them bringing in fresh fighters against their own warriors who would no doubt be tired by that point.

The front door to the Pack house had been locked and barricaded, and all the windows downstairs were boarded up to slow down any attempt to breach the building in search of Charity. Mary and a task force of she-wolves were stationed within the pack house ready to deal with any intruders who managed to break in.

Charity and Chloe were already safely hidden within the secret room inside the Alpha's office, the room was situated behind a floor to ceiling bookcase that opened via a hidden lever. Within the room was 2 sofa chairs, a small table, a mini-fridge that contained chilled drinks and there was a small selection of foods on a shelf built into the wall. The room was lit from a small 6-inch wide window that was wide enough to look down over the grounds but too slim for even the smallest of men to climb through, should the 4 story climb not deter them from trying.

At mid-morning word came from the Southern scouts that the Red Moon Army had set off from their camp, making their way toward the boundary. The Northern scout sent word at lunchtime that his target was also now making their way toward the Cross pack house, meaning that they had been right about a staggered attack. Each group had left guards at their camps to presumably protect them from any Rogue's who may stumble across them.

Aaron mind linked to his team, 'remember we want them to think they are taking us by surprise so everyone needs to look like they are doing a routine guard of the pack house, have conversations with each other, practice some of your basic moves but keep your eyes peeled, they will have made damned sure that their scents are covered so we don't want them actually managing to sneak up on us!' he ordered.

Each member started to pair off, some having an idle chat, a few taking up sparring, whilst a couple of the older warriors did routine marches along the edge of the boundary periodically as if walking a predetermined lookout.

Justin walked over to Aaron, 'Keep your mind clear' he said in a low voice, 'Charity will be fine and we need your head in the game as you are going to be their first target. Aaron nodded his understanding but remained silent, it was hard to keep Charity out of his head, especially when he knew how much danger she was in and how much more she would face if they failed to stop the advance.

An hour passed by without incident, Aaron could see that his team was getting antsy at the lack of action, struggling not to check his watch and give away to any Red Moon spies that might be in the vicinity that he was waiting for something to happen, he walked to the perimeter of the pack house just to make sure that they hadn't got the attack point wrong.

As he rounded the final corner and his pack members came into sight a low bird call came from the woods, the signal that an enemy warrior had been spotted. Each pack member immediately became more alert, waiting, whilst continuing with their ruse of being off guard.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, Justin saw the flash of fur as the Red Moon Pack charged into the open. Each Red Moon warrior had already shifted and were smeared in algae and reeds from a lake that was situated just outside of the boundary. The pack curved as they entered the clearing, making a beeline for Aaron as the leaders had thought they would.

Giving a cry of warning, Justin shifted and leapt toward the leading dark brown attack wolf, slamming into his side, knocking him to the ground as he tore at his throat. Not expecting such a quick reaction the enemy wolf had no time to defend himself before he lay dead on the ground, blood gushing from the open wound in his neck, not giving a backwards glance, Justin thrust himself forward into the onslaught of wolves pouring from the woods toward the packhouse.

Aaron and the rest of the Lambs had immediately shifted at Justin's cry and had met the advancing enemy head-on, just outside of the woods. Snarling and biting with all the force they could muster, the Silver Cross charged into their midst, taking down as many of the Red Moon's as they could. Fighting with everything he had, Aaron slashed a path through his foes, searching for the leaders of the group, but with each adversary that lay on the ground unmoving, another four burst through the trees to take their place. As the fear of being overrun became real, Aaron lifted his head and his wolf called for his fathers team to come forward and regenerate the defending group. The sound of howls reverberated through the trees as Alistair and his warriors crashed through the trees on the west, taking the rear enemies by surprise. As they spun round to meet the new advance and protect their flank, Jared and his warriors appeared from the east side as a blur of fur. The three teams of Silver cross encircled the Red Moon warriors, penning them in as they advanced inwards. Leaping toward the intruders the Silver Cross pack started to rip their prey apart, claws slashing, teeth covered in blood and fur, the opposing packs fought with a ferociousness of wolves on a mission.

A large black and grey wolf in the centre of the Red Moon fighters raised his own head and Howled for their second wave back up. An echoing howl responded from somewhere deep within the forest, the trees distorting the direction to the fighters, as the second wave of attackers rushed through the forest to assist their comrades. Then came the sound of snarls and crashes as Henry's group, hearing the warning, had bounded forward to meet the new fighters, cutting them off from the original fight, taking down as many assailants as they could. As bodies were thrown into trees, and blood gushed from the endless wounds inflicted to both sides, a river of red was slowly seeping through the grass as the fight wore on.

As the battle between the second wave and Henry's squad raged, their enhanced numbers were gradually forcing the Silver Cross fighters back toward the main battle. As Henry ripped the throat out of a wiry grey wolf he let out a piercing howl to warn the rest of the pack that the enemy were about to break through to join their 1st wave of fighters. As they were pushed back through the tree line, stumbling over the bodies of their enemies and friends, Henry and his remaining pack members were bolstered as some of Jared's fighters turned toward them and leapt into the fray, adding power to their attack and helping to hold the two groups apart, As Howls of pain, the sound of snapping limbs and ripping fur filled the air, the sounds were carried up to the fourth floor where Charity and Chloe were watching horrified.