~Mordikai~

"You need to leave Maverick. Now."

"Awe, is someone afraid to fight? Pathetic." He chuckled evilly and then more and more of his men started to come out.

"What did you tell the rouges you brought with you? That they would get fortune if they helped you out?" He growled, knowing I was right.

"He's only going to lie and kill you. It's smarter for you all to leave now and survive, rather than stay and die anyways." I say lowly. Most of the rouges that blindly followed him were looking at one another with self-doubt. One man actually ran for it but was killed dead by one of Maverick's archers. I growled lowly.

"This battle will go on. I'm taking those girls whether you like it or not. I could even make one of them my mate." I growled even louder this time and he seemed to notice one of them was mine.

"The older one is yours, isn't she. My my, what a pleasant surprise. I'll choose her then." That was all it took for me to lose it. I shifted into my large wolf and charged forward, going straight for Maverick's neck. I was sideswiped by his beta and that was when all hell broke loose.

What really pissed me off, is that there are rules regarding certain races. Since Maverick and I are both werewolves we have to abide by them.

You can not kill the Alpha, Beta or third in command, their spouse or their heirs unless they are challenged for their position. Since Maverick is a rouge, it is no different. I can not kill him because he is not challenging me for my position, he just wants to take my mate and her friend away. That is also illegal, however, people still commit that crime anyways. If you kill any of the three members of power, their mates, or their children, you will be either sentenced to death or sent to prison. If you killed that person in self-defense then your punishment will be considered.

Maverick has already broken one of the many laws that we have.

I felt the power from the wolf that attacked me from the side.

Omega.

I felt nothing as I swiped his neck, ending him quickly. I heard more of my men come in and continue to finish off the rouges. We all saw the ones that obviously did not want to be there flee, and we let them. They did not harm us, therefore we let them be. Another rule is that you have to have a fair trial for someone who trespasses on your land. There will be the supreme Werewolf Court there in order to justify if their reasoning is good enough for them to be killed or not to be killed.

I circled around a different omega this time, and I could feel the fear radiating off of it. It was in the presence of the Werewolf Prince, king-to-be. He was frightened because he knew that he can't back out of this war now. I pounced onto him and in the process swiping at his back, creating deep wounds that were almost fatal. I frowned at my work.

I could do better.

I jumped on top of his back and in a split second I had his throat ripped out, and his bloody body on the ground. I then went to one after the other; omega after omega, fighter after fighter, I was killing them. Their blood covered my body, their bodies covered my land, a few of my men lay there wounded, thank goddess not dead. All of a sudden his final men retreated at the command of Maverick.

"I would think again before you try and fight me and my men. We are stronger than you and anyone you could conjure up. We will always be stronger. We are York's." Maverick had just turned back into human form, putting on a pair of pants and growling. When all of his men were gone, we started to turn back and we told the women that it was okay to come back up, but we needed nurses and stat, some of the training fighters were called in and they weren't ready for an actual fight. They were really good and quite a number of them were hurt. We started moving them to safety when I felt something hit me. All I felt was pain and blood. I looked down and there it was.

A poisoned silver bullet in my heart.

Meant to kill instantly.

However, because of my Alpha blood, it will take longer for the poison to flow through my system, but not too long. I have approximately three minutes until I die.

I never even got to mark Amorelli yet. And now my parents are going to lose both of their children if Amorelli and Zinniah can not help them.

Amorelli needs to know that I love her.

I stumbled into the safe area and everyone was panicking because their future king was dying. And no one knew what to do to help him. Then I smelled her. I felt her presence. Amorelli was here. I heard her gasp, I heard the despair in her voice.

I looked into her eyes and she knew what was happening. She knew I was dying. I then laid my head down, feeling incredibly sleepy.

Three minutes was up.