A/N: Well... Here's Chapter Two... I'm sorry it's taking so long for me to upload stuff, either i'm really busy, or I keep getting new ideas for new stories. Gah! It's 10:44PM at the moment, I'm determined to stay up all night so that I can watch Dinosaurs on a Spaceship at 5:10AM tomorrow online, so hopefully I get some writing done. Uhm... I hope you like this chapter, it doens't really tell you much, but it sets up the next chapter. It's sort of a ... filler, so to speak. Enjoy.
Chapter Two
The world was a battlefield. Ever since the Vampyres rose from the underground three years ago, the human population, and the wolves that protected them, had been on high alert.
Ohio, despite its small towns and limited population, had been the first attacked. Luckily, the Corcoran's were still located there. They were the oldest family pack on this side of the world. They were the only ones to be able to trace their ancestry right back to the time of the Originals. They were also warned. The Elders of the Council managed to get word of the impending attack, alerting the Packs stationed around Ohio.
They were more than ready by the time the Undead appeared. But they underestimated the numbers they appeared with.
They'd had more than five hundred years hiding underground, growing stronger in both strength, and numbers. They were pushed back, forced to meet up with several of the other towns and pack in to whatever buildings they could find would fit them all. Three years after the outbreak, they were huddled in the auditorium of Carmel High School, the people from Akron and Lima, and everyone in between packed in to the darkened halls of the school. Wolves patrolled the forest surrounding, the military from the now abandoned base just outside Akron patrolling the halls.
At the moment, they were protected. They wouldn't stay that way for long.
Charlie Benson was an Elder, sent in a little over a year ago to assist the Wolf packs in protecting Ohio. He sent out a distress call. Their fastest wolf, Jeremiah Corcoran, had been sent almost six days ago for reinforcements.
He should have been back two days ago.
A siren alerted them, people rushing from the halls in to the auditorium and cafeteria, wolves bounding through the front doors to stand in protection, the military standing behind them. From the forest edge, a figure dashed passed, the wind picking up to whip around the wolves furred bodies. It was dark, the moon having just risen an hour ago.
Several people stood at the doors, included among them were those of the pack families that were human. The Corcoran's, Benson's and Laurence's standing tall as they watched their families stand and growl. Shelby Corcoran watched her mother with a tightness in her chest, her eldest son standing beside her, a baby cradled in his arms.
The figure burst from the trees, running at incredible speeds toward the base, snarling and baring it's fanged teeth. The wolves remained standing, howls erupting and growls rumbling in their chest. As one, Shelby's father, bounded forward to meet the vampyre, several more appeared behind it. The wolves backed up slightly, the sheer numbers appearing to overwhelm them.
They had managed to defend the people for so long, it was only a matter of time before they regrouped with stronger numbers.
The first vampyre, the one that had originally appeared, leapt through the air, reaching for Micheal who stood firm on the ground. Just as it was about to make contact, a body smashed in to it mid-air, sending it sprawling to the ground. Standing over it, its teeth barred and black, angry eyes, was a new wolf.
A large, menacing wolf with an aura that caused the leech to whimper, scream out, halting the oncoming attack in their paths. The screams ended abruptly, black liquid spurting from the vampyre's throat as the wolf's jaw clenched in its flesh. Looking up, it's muzzle pitch black and dripping with the vampyre's blood, it snarled again, throwing its head up in the air and howling. From behind the school, seven more wolves thundered across the ground, chasing after the vampyres that had turned on their heels and ran. Jeremiah, Michael noticed, was one of them. Screams and howls echoed through the forest, the large, Alpha wolf walking to stand in front of the militaria and the packs. It sat, it's lip curled upwards and it's eyes narrowed.
Kasey tapped Shelby on the shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"The wolf… It's white."
Shelby looked at her brother, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"And?"
Looking back at the large Alpha, she noticed its ear cocked their way. It could hear them.
"The front right paw. Shelby… Look at it."
Her eyes trailed down to look at the paw extended in front of it. It was black… Slowly ascending in a golden colour before fading in to white.
"Rachel?" She whispered, feeling Noah tense beside her and the rest of her kids stare at her in confusion then at the wolf in shock,
The white Alpha, the one Shelby was absolutely sure was Rachel, turned her head slightly, as if acknowledging Shelby's questioning revelation. The wolves standing behind her had heard, staring at the wolf they'd last seen eight years ago.
A resounding howl caused Rachel to snap her head to the forest, a growling order sent in Charlie's way before she took off, pouncing through the darkness and disappearing behind trees.
Shelby promptly fainted.
A/N: Shelby seems a little OOC doesn't she... Oh well, guess she's OOC. Though, we don't really know much about her to know what she's really like so... Whatever. Review it please. Gonna go work on my ER story. Night... Laters.
