A/N: Stefan before the final "battle." If it can be called a battle at all.
He liked the way the Volturi stared at their massive force in fear. Aro's calm façade was painfully see-through. Stefan was almost tempted to shout out, "There, you bucăţi de rahat!"
Oh, how he wanted to watch the Italians fall.
Stefan greedily took in the wolves that branched off of the vampires. Their hearts pounded furiously in their anticipation of battle.
If it weren't for his practiced self-control, he would already be swiping at the leaders, eager to witness their downfall. The wolves, for now, were friends. They were friends that would help the Romanians reach their goal.
Vladimir had been right. Revenge would be theirs, and once again, they would be the most powerful vampires out there. The Romanian Clan, for the first time in thousands of years, would be a name spoken with reverence.
A/N: Excuse the Romanian (I used Google Translate). "Kuski derma" translates into pieces of shit. Hehe. If you are wise in the ways of Romanian, then please correct me.