The Twilight Saga is the rightful property of Stephenie Meyer. I only take credit for my own ideas.
Chapter Thirty Eight: The Second Wave
"What do you mean a second wave?" Grandfather barked as he moved from his position that was close to one of the roaring fires, his lips curled over his teeth and his hackles raised as he looked at the one wolf that I wanted to die.
Micah, obviously knowing that I was preparing for his death in a mere matter of seconds, chuckled before taking a step closer. "I mean a second army, one that would surely end in your death. Because, you see, unlike you all, I had a back-up plan."
"Let me guess, the morning after pill?" I snarled at Micah, taking a step closer to the man in question, staying low to the ground.
"You jest, my lovely Bella," he chuckled once more, taking two steps this time before he cracked one of the knuckles on his hands. "It's a shame that you're going to die. You would've made a fine dame to my pups."
"Fuck. You."
"I'd love to, but I have other plans to make. Like your funeral, perhaps?" he quipped, pursing his lips in thought as he raised an eyebrow.
Grandfather's tail was parallel with the ground as he slunk closer to it, his teeth bared. "Tell us exactly what you mean. Do you have more newborns under your command?"
"God, no," Micah scoffed. "I could barely handle the ones that I did meet with, and they weren't even newborns. What I did was a smart move on my part. You see, my…hired help, I guess you could call them, had told me that vampires were protecting you, my dear Bella. For whatever reason, I wasn't sure why they would want to protect you, but I knew that, possibly, with a newborn army involved, the Volturi would want to stop it."
"You got that right, punk," Jane hissed as her and Alec crouched down, their fingers curling into claws. "Now leave before the Volturi deal with you."
Micah snickered. "See, I just knew that the Volturi would send members of their guard to help and that got me thinking. If the Volturi members had gifts, then my army would be rendered useless…except for when I thought about it. I'm immune to any gifts that one of you might possess, so what did I do? Well…" his voice trailed off before we heard several growls erupt from the forest behind him.
Several wolves sauntered forward, their hackles raised and their teeth bared as their eyes glanced at the army we had created to defeat the newborns. There were about thirty or forty of them, in all different colors and some were bigger than the others, and that's when I noticed it.
The wolves that he had recruited came from each of the four bloodlines. There were the yellow eyes that belonged to Clan Fitzgerald, the brown eyes that belonged to Clan Murray, the green from Clan O'Connor, and the grey from Clan O'Connell.
"Werewolves don't mix with vampires!" one of the brown-eyed wolves snarled, standing a head taller than the two green-eyes that were on his sides. "You've disgraced our kind!"
"Finding wolves that have a hatred for vampires, eh?" Grandfather asked, barking a laugh. "Bit hypocritical, don't you agree, Micah?"
Micah only laughed as the wolves behind him crept closer, their ears flat on their head as they continued to growl at us. "Absolutely not. I might've worked with vampires, yes, but at least I am not stooping to the level of…shall we say…shacking up with a vampire?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Not that the image isn't…appealing," he thought as he glanced at Alice before smirking, "but it is a shame to our kind for you to mate with our one, true enemy. Do you forget who it was that almost extinct our kind?"
"Do you not see who is on our side?" I barked back at him. "They don't care about that anymore, so get your prejudice head out of your ass!"
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, crossing his arms and putting his finger to his chin before he shook his head. "How about no?" Micah raised his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, the wolves behind him started to run towards us.
"Brace yourselves!" Grandfather yelled before he charged towards the wolves, his feet kicking up the dirt behind him. The wolves from our pack chased after him while Joseph barked something to his wolves before they also took off. Jacob howled into the air, his wolves running on his command, the Cullens, and the Volturi, following after them.
With a growl I shot forward. "Micah's mine!" I reminded everyone before I took a bite out of one of the grey eyed wolves, him falling to the ground before I noticed another wolf chase after him.
My eyes were locked on Micah as I ran, his smirking face only egging me on further as I knocked wolves out of my way, growling when one had bit me and sent me into the ground face first. With a snarl I turned around to face my opponent, the brown eyed wolf that had spoken earlier, his hackles raised as he began to circle me.
"Prepare to die, traitor!" he yelled before he charged but me, being from Clan Fitzgerald, used my speed to dodge out of his way, sinking my teeth into his right rear leg. Satisfied after hearing him whimper, I threw him as far as I could before I continued on my quest towards Micah.
Micah stood untouched as he watched the battle before him with a pleased expression, his arms crossed as he smiled in amusement. His eyes flickered to mine before his smile transformed into a smirk, using his pointer finger to beckon me forward.
He's waiting for me, I thought with a grin as I ran forward, my teeth showing as my claws dug up the earth beneath me. Perfect.
Leaping into the air so that I could knock Micah off of his high horse, I opened my jaws as I let out a vicious growl, preparing myself for when I collided with him, before I was knocked off course, a set of teeth biting down hard in my ribcage.
"Bella!" Three distinct voices called out in synchronization, one of them relatively close by while the other two seemed farther away.
Looking at my attacker, I could see that it was a green eyed wolf, his pack's specialty being strength. Fuck.
With a groan I tried to use my hind legs to kick him off of me, but his hold was too tight. A whine involuntarily escaped my jaws as I could feel him, figuratively, sucking the life out of me.
"Goodbye…Alice…" I tried to get out with what life I did have left before I felt all of the weight on my right side being lifted, noticing that a familiar reddish-brown wolf was now battling the green-eyed wolf.
Renée… I thought as I began to feel my wound healing already, a slight tear forming in my eye as I realized that she was risking her life to save mine.
Shaking away the thoughts, because I needed to be strong amidst the carnage going on behind me, I turned to see Micah watching my mother fight his protector, his smile slowly falling down into a frown when his eyes flickered to mine.
"You're dead," I growled before I leapt for him.
He smirked before he leapt towards me, shifting into a wolf mid-air, colliding with me within seconds. My teeth found a spot at the scruff of his neck while he bit at my left ear, falling onto the ground as a big pile of brown and black fur.
Using all of my might, I bit down harder into his skin, feeling his blood seep into my mouth. That's for my dad, I thought before I felt him let go of my ear. In turn, I let go of him and gave him a warning growl, snapping my jaws before I charged him again, this time going for his ribcage.
As soon as my teeth cut through his skin, a loud whine escaped his throat. That's for my mom, I thought again, pressing down harder before a bucket load of blood poured into my mouth.
He howled into the air, a signal asking for help, but no one howled in return.
Letting go of his ribcage, I immediately went back to his neck, biting down with enough force to make him collapse.
And that's for trying to rape me.
He struggled under my teeth, a mixture of whines and whimpers coming out of his jaws before they became quieter, his movements becoming slower. Eventually I felt his body grow lifeless in between my teeth, his body limp.
Letting go, I listened carefully to hear that his heart was no longer beating and, when I noticed that most of the fighting behind me was dying down, I turned around to see who survived.
The vampires were alive; although some of them had missing limbs that they were searching for. Emmett was hobbling on one leg as him and Rosalie searched for his missing one, a large crack in her skull that was healing. Jasper was missing both of his arms and Jane held one of them in hers as they searched for the other one.
Alice rubbed her shoulder, her lips pressed together to form a fine line, before her eyes flickered to mine. A smile formed on her lips, her eyes sparking with happiness when she noticed I was alive.
I couldn't help but smile myself, knowing that my Anam Cara had survived, before I turned to look at the carnage. The ground was scattered with several wolf bodies, about forty five of them, but my eyes were on the ones that belonged to my pack.
Oliver's light grey body remained stiff, blood drying on his muzzle as he laid motionless next to a group of other wolves. There were other members of my pack placed sporadically in between the opposing army, their bodies lying against the ground, blood drying in their fur.
"If you survived," I heard Granddad's voice call, his tone vibrating with the power of the alpha, "shift into your human form!"
Several wolves did just that, giving one brief nod before they eventually transformed into their skin, looking at the carnage around them. Glancing around the field, I noticed that Makayla hadn't shifted, which meant that, most likely, she had died amidst the battle. I choked back the tears and the bile that was trying to make its presence known, sickened by the fact that someone not that much older than me had risked her life to protect me, the alpha's granddaughter.
Holly's lips were pursed as she noticed my façade, her eyes cold before she glanced towards my left, her lips parting with an audible gasp.
Confused, I turned around to see my mother's lifeless reddish-brown body, laying side by side with the wolf that had tried to prevent me from reaching Micah, blood covering both of their bodies.
Shifting into my skin, I crawled towards her, as my legs were too weak to carry me, and lifted her head, stroking her fur.
"Bella," someone whispered before I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Looking up with tear-filled eyes, I noticed that Alice was bending down close to me, her lips pursed as her arm reached around to wrap around my shoulders.
"Sh-she died," I choked out, the tears starting to fall down my cheeks, dripping onto my mother's fur. "They all died…because of me. I didn't want people to fight this war; I didn't want them to die for me."
"They knew what they were getting themselves into, Bella," she cooed, rubbing my shoulders sympathetically. "And, I bet if they had the chance to do it again, they would. They all loved you, even your mother, though she didn't show it."
I shook my head, trying my hardest to hide back the rest of the tears, but that was proven useless as they fell freely. "I just…it's too much…Oliver…Makayla…Mom…"
"Jake lost some of his wolves, too…all it took was one bite from your kind and they were down for the count…I guess they were using their venom…" she said with a sigh. "Come on, Bella. At least we're alive, at least Micah's dead. We can look on to the future."
The future. That was about the only thing keeping me going right now.
A/N: I got a little teary eyed when I wrote this chapter. Having to kill off some wolves, some that I liked. The names of those who died (because I didn't list all of them in this chapter) are: Renee, Makayla, Oliver, Sam, Ricky, Jared, Paul, Zeke and two other wolves that we don't know the names of, but they were from Bella's pack, not Joseph's or Jake's.
Don't kill me. I had to kill some people on the good side. At least Holly survived! I know a lot of you were rooting for her.
The next chapter is the epilogue, and what better way to end it than to have Bella becoming immortal for her Alice? Take care. :)