His Lost Queen

I immediately tensed at the mention of Belle. Zoe must have seen her sometime before she left. My wolf whimpered in my chest. "Thank you," I replied. "I think so too."

Zoe frowned, wiping her messy brown hair out of her eyes. "She was sad. That's why your wolf is sad and why you look so angry."

It was hard to believe, but this five-year-old was calling me out on my shit right now, but here we were. "I guess you're right."

"I know. But it'll be okay because we don't have to be mean to her anymore!" she said excitedly, smiling at me widely. "So now you can be happy, right?"

I nodded. "Right." Once I had Belle back in my arms and explained everything to her, I would be very, very happy again.

Content with my answer, Zoe looked back out at the people training. "What are they doing?"

I followed her gaze, watching the several groups of wolves fighting each other.

"They're training. There's a war coming."

"Yeah, my mom told me. But you're gonna tell them to go away, right? You can do that, right? Because your eyes turn red and stuff?"

I paused, thinking about it. Was she right? Could I use my new powers to stop the war and defeat Azazel?

"If only it were that simple," a voice behind us said. I turned to face Zagan.

"There's a special kind of stone that someone can put into their ear that blocks out any kind of command that comes from a Mortar. It works like an earplug.

"I have no doubt that Azazel has made sure that all of his warriors have them."

Zoe gasped. She cupped her hands around her mouth and then put them to my ear.

"Did you know that's a real-life vampire, Alpha Grayson? You can tell from his teeth."

"I think it's time you return to the pack house, Zoe. Where you're supposed to be," I told her. Even though I knew that Zagan wouldn't do anything to hurt Zoe, I still didn't want her around him.

I set her down on the ground. "Brent!" I called out to one of the pack members nearby. He was in front of me in an instant.

"Will you take Zoe back to the pack house? And make sure someone is looking after her, so she doesn't sneak away again."

Zoe complained and fought with me for a while but eventually went with Brent in defeat.

Zagan looked amused when I turned back to him. "I would have never expected the great Alpha Grayson to have a soft spot for kids."

"Is there a reason you came over here, King Zagan?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes, actually. I thought it might be a good idea to warn you before I brought an army of vampires onto your territory."

My wolf and vampire came to the surface. "What?" I snapped.

Zagan jerked his chin toward the horizon. "See for yourself."

I snapped my gaze to where he was looking, sucking in a sharp breath as I saw hundreds of vampires, all dressed in battle attire, approaching us.

I felt a burst of wind next to me. Kyle.

"Uh... Say, Alpha, are you seeing the scary group of vampires approaching us? Or is that just me?" he asked. "They're definitely not the army of newborns we're preparing for."

They had to be the royal army. "Care to explain?" I asked Zagan.

Zagan smiled. "You didn't think I was going to leave you and your pack on your own, did you? It's my brother we're about to fight. Therefore, it's my battle just as much as it is yours.

"And I have a perfectly good army just waiting to be used." In a flash, Zagan was on the other side of the field, meeting the leader of the army and who I could only assume to be his firstborn son.

Kyle laughed. "Well, shit. This is gonna be interesting."

***

Another hour of training passed by in a blur.

Casimir continued to lead my pack members, running them through different drills and scenarios to ensure they would be prepared for any sort of trick that a newborn vampire could pull on them.

Only, now, in addition, we had real vampires fighting with us. Zagan's army was well-trained and lethal.

After the initial shock of seeing thousands of vampires just waltzing onto my territory, it became clear just how useful these vampires would be during the battle. I was grateful to have them here.

I watched from afar during most of the training, assessing the different skills of all my warriors.

Under normal circumstances, my pack army consisted of the largest, strongest pack members, both male and female.

However, due to the severity of the upcoming war, almost every single able-bodied wolf over the age of eighteen had volunteered to be here and was working their ass off for the sake of the pack.

People came and went for breaks or to get food, but for the most part, we had spent the entire day training. I had never been more proud of my pack in my entire life.

I eventually joined them in training, wanting to test out my own fighting skills, especially now that I had a new vampire species inside me. I was surprised by how easily the movements came back to me.

I hadn't exactly had a lot of time to train over the last few months. Even though I had already been an exceptional fighter before, I found myself moving faster than ever.

It felt as though I was moving in slow motion, although I knew I was really moving so quickly that I was basically a blur in the wind. Each one of my actions was graceful and well thought out.

I had always enjoyed training and testing my skills. Even now, I put all of the anger and aggression I had been feeling over the last few months into the training exercises.

It helped that, although I tried to stop it, my mind was filled with thoughts of Belle.

I expected the constant images of her that were running through my head to be distracting, but they weren't; they did the opposite. They helped me.

Seeing her beautiful face in my mind fueled my anger toward Azazel and made me fight harder.

None of my pack members stood a chance against me, even when I was fighting over ten of them at a time. Neither did the vampires.

The new strength that I held, thanks to the vampire within me, was unbelievable. I was basically unstoppable.

"All right, Alpha," Kyle said to me right after I had simultaneously taken down three of the best warriors in our army. He approached me with a look of determination in his eyes. "Let's do this."

I raised a brow, feeling an amused smile take over my face. "You want to fight me?"

Kyle shrugged and then turned his head to crack his neck, getting into a proper fighting stance. "Yeah. I can see how big your head is getting. I think you need to be taken down a few notches."

I laughed. "And you think you'll be the person to do that?"

"I am the only other hybrid here, aren't I?" Kyle replied.

I nodded. "Fair enough." I got into my fighting stance. "Let me know if you need to tap out, Beta."

Kyle laughed, rolling his shoulders back. "Fat chance."

"Alpha!" someone's frantic voice called out from behind us, interrupting Kyle's and my battle right before we started. One of my pack members was sprinting toward us, eyes wide in panic.

I was off in a second, meeting him halfway across the field.

"The Clan of Azazel," he panted. "I saw them. Just over the horizon. They'll be here soon."

The group around us turned silent, all looking at me to see what to do next.

I nodded once. "Then it's time. You all know what to do."

Everyone around us fled in a nervous flutter, all preparing for battle.