Warning: There is a lot of switching between characters in this chapter. 

Larson POV

It amazes me to this day how I can stand with Colton. The things he does disgusts me. Threatening to fuck your mate in front of her father? Who does that?!

I hate him. I really do. He lives up to his reputation and every day he makes me hate him more and more. Yet every day, I put on a face and make him believe that I am loyal to him. I don't know why. Maybe I am a coward. Maybe if I spoke up once and a while, things like this war wouldn't happen. Maybe...

Who am I kidding? This is Alpha Colton Myers. He is driven by his thirst for power. He does what he wants when he wants and there isn't a God damn thing anyone can do about it.

I was really hoping finding his mate would help him in some way, but clearly, that was a bust. Look how he treats her! I feel terrible for her and I just let it happen. I'm just watching Theo walk her off to the dungeons.

Something has to change. I have to change. I can't keep living with my myself. I don't care if he kills me. I need to put an end to this madness. 

Theo POV

"It's for the best," I say as I hand Skylar the key to the cell door. I give her a wink and run out of the cellar. 

All I can hope is for Skylar to use that key to get away from here. I don't care if I never see her again, I just can't let her live with Colton anymore. I would do anything if it meant for her to be safe. That's all I want. I pray that she runs far from here. My fingers are crossed that he never finds her again. 

And that thought makes my heart break into two. There is no denying that I love Skylar. I really do. But I could never have her. I could never hold her. I could never kiss her. She would never be mine with Colton around. The only way I could possibly have her is if Colton died, but the likelihood of that - well, it's non-existent. 

Once I reach the forest, I shift into my wolf and run towards the pending battle. I am not much of a fighter, but that doesn't mean I'm not needed. I am the pack doctor. I need to be there to tend to the wounded. It's my job and it's what I will do no matter how much I disagree with the reasons behind this petty war. 

It isn't long for my eyes to land on the backs of eager wolves waiting to pounce. I slow to a light jog and find my place amongst them. Now it's time to wait for our signal to act. 

Colton POV

A howl rips through my mouth, filling the evening sky. It's a call to all my warriors, telling them that the time is now. 

The thunderous sound of paws against dirt echoes behind me as hundreds of wolves run forward to fight for their Alpha and Luna. Growls and snarls escape their mouths. Excitement and bloodthirst dances in their eyes. They came for a fight and a fight they will get.

My eyes land on Gerald. I can see his hesitation and panic as he releases his own howl to signal his wolves to fight. Chaos begins as wolves run to each other. Jaws snap on opposing wolves necks and limbs. Whimpers of pain create the song of war along with cracks of broken bones and cries of lost battles. 

I see my Beta and brother in the madness. Larson is tearing through wolves left and right, a lust for blood evident in his blackened eyes. Theo is tending to my weaker warriors. The sight of them disgusts me. It's too early for them to be laying on the ground in defeat. They will learn to be stronger soon enough. Or they will die trying. 

Now it's my turn to have fun. I search the clearing until my eyes focus in on my first target. Alpha Gerald. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a small nod. I take a step towards Gerald, slashing a daring wolf's neck as I do so, and he does the same. His body tells me he is ready, but his eyes tell a different story. I can see his nerves playing against him. This old man isn't ready for this fight. Should have thought about that before he showed up in my domain. 

I release a low growl and lunge at him, shifting midway. He quickly steps to the side and shifts into his pathetic wolf. His size is half of what I am. My brother's wolf is bigger for fuck's sake. 

I bend low to the ground as we circle one another, waiting for the other to make a move. I grow tired of his games quickly though and decide that his time ends now. I fake left and attack his right shoulder. He releases a loud howl of pain, making me growl in appreciation. Gerald quickly kicks me off, but I rip his shoulder to shreds in the process.

Gerald bares his teeth before he jumps for my neck. I am too quick for the old wolf, though. I step to the right and clamp my jaw down on his neck, but my grip isn't strong enough and he manages to rip away from me. The old man swipes at my face and manages to scratch me down my snout. I shake my head in frustration and again jump towards him. We bite at each other until I see an opportunity and I clamp down on the back of his neck.  I shake him back and forth until I hear the snap of his neck and his heartbeat stop. One down, two to go. 

The second I drop his lifeless body, I hear the mournful howl of his son a mere ten feet from me. It's almost too easy. He runs at me without thinking and bangs into my side. We both hit the ground with a thump. I kick him off of me, scratching his underbelly in the process. He whines in pain, backing up from me. I get to my feet, uninjured. This pup is weak. He is too young to be fighting me. It's almost a shame to kill him. Almost. I lunge at his neck, not giving him a chance to get away from him. My grip is hard and I can feel him struggle to breathe beneath me. Lucas struggles and scratches against me, but it is useless. It's not long before I rip his head off, bathing myself in his blood. 

That's when the South Niagara pack realizes they are doomed. Their Alpha and Alpha-to-be both lay dead at my feet. Wolves begin to retreat in fear of their own deaths. With no leader to fight for, they choose to run with their tail between their legs. Cowards. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the Beta running at me. Before I can react, he jumps onto my back. He bites onto my right shoulder and I can feel the blood pour from the wound. 

But, he is gone within seconds. I turn to see my Beta ripping him to shreds, defending me. Once the Beta is dead, Lars nods his head at me and lets out a triumphant howl. South Niagara pack is ours. 

That leaves only one wolf on my list. 

Norman Griffin.  

Norman POV

I feel a pain in my chest, followed by emptiness flooding through me. 

No. Edgar growls. 

What is it? 

The Alphas. He whines. 

I look around for Gerald and Lucas, only to find them on the ground in a pool of blood. Gerald's head is turned in an unnatural way while Lucas's head is torn from his shoulders. I feel my heart stop in my chest. My best friend and Alpha are dead. The South Niagara pack is dead. I let out a howl, telling those who are left to retreat. There is nothing left for them now. As I do so, I see Beta Thomas run for Colton. He has a solid bite on the asshole and I feel my feet running for him to help.

But, it doesn't last. Colton's beta tears Beta Thomas from the Alpha and tears him apart within seconds. It's done. They are all done. 

Wolves everywhere run from their deaths, but I am frozen. We lost. 

Colton's head snaps in my direction. A wolfy grin spreads to his face and he stalks towards me. My wolf tells me to fight, but I don't have it in me. All I wanted to do was free my daughter from the devil, but instead, I killed my Alpha and Alpha-to-be. I deserve to die. 

I lay on the ground in surrender, against my wolf's protests. I feel his presence in front of me. The snapping of bones rings through my ears followed by Colton telling me to 'shift'. I do as I am told, kneeling on my knees. I'm dead. I'm so sorry Shianne. I am sorry Skylar. I didn't mean for this to happen. 

"What did I tell you, Dad?" Colton taunts. "South Niagara pack is dead." A smirk forms on his face. I have no fight left in me to respond to his words, though, so I ignore him. 

"Colton." A small voice reaches my ears. I turn my head in its direction and my eyes meet the hazel eyes of my devastated daughter. Colton whips his head in her direction and growls. 

"What are you doing here?" He roars. "You were supposed to be locked up!" 

Skylar looks around, taking in the massacre before her eyes. Tears soak her face and a sob wracks her body when her beautiful eyes land on the decapitated body of Lucas. "What did you do?" She whispers. She lifts her head and stares at Colton. "What did you do?" She demands. 

Colton smirks at her. "Expanded my territory, love." He responds. I feel bile rise from my stomach, but quickly swallow it. 

"You killed them!" My daughter screams. She begins to run towards Colton, her eyes dark with rage and vengeance.

"That's what happens in a war, mate. I did it for you."

She stops in front of him, slamming her hands into his chest. She pushes with all her strength, but he doesn't budge. "You did this for me? This wasn't for me, Colton. This was for your own selfishness. I would never want this. Never. These were good people. And you annihilated them without even thinking of it! You murdered them! How could you?" She seethed as she slammed her fists against his chest. 

Colton grabs her tiny wrists and throws her to the ground. I try to push myself to my feet to defend her, but an unknown man pushes me back to my knees. I growl at him, but he doesn't respond. 

"Enough. I wasn't going to let them take you. You are mine! When will you understand that? You are my mate! My Luna! No one else's. You will be with me forever!" He bellows. Before I can react, he kicks her in the stomach.

"Leave her alone!" I find myself yelling. 

The asshole turns to me. "What did I tell you, Norman? What did I say would be the last thing you see?" He sneers. "I hope you are prepared. Weston, take him to the cells. Theo, tend to the wounded. Jerry, gather a team and gather our own. We will give them a warrior's funeral tomorrow. Lawrence, burn their dead. Say the Moon's prayer."

I'm lifted to my feet. I can hear Skylar's soft cries and my heart aches to hold her one last time. Weston begins to drag me away. 

"Daddy! Please, Colton, don't do this!" Skylar begs. I hear the sound of a slap ring through the air, snapping my head in the direction to see Skylar lying on the ground at Colton's feet. 

"Know your role, mate." He growls. "Dad, be ready for tonight." I hear him chuckle as Weston continues to drag me away from them. 

I am so sorry Skylar. 

Larson POV

I watch Weston drag Skylar's father to the cells. The look on his face is one of utter defeat. No father should go through this. He was just trying to protect his daughter! Now his pack is dead. He will never see his wife again and the last image he will see is his daughter being raped by this asshole. 

I growl, shaking the thoughts from my head and turn to Colton. "Colton, I really don't see how it's necessary to do this," I say.

"Do what?" Colton replies. He lifts Skylar from the ground and holds her wrist in a deathlock. 

"Make him watch the two of you having sex," I answer simply. 

Colton growls, releasing a crying Skylar. She collapses to the ground, sobs wracking her body. "Of course it's not necessary." He responds. 

"Then why do it! Why put him through that? Why put Skylar, your mate, through that? Isn't killing him enough!?" I yell at him. 

It's only a matter of milliseconds before Colton is in front of me. "To show him who is the boss around here. To show everyone what happens when they mess with the Alpha Colton Myers. To show my mate that I control her and that she is mine!" He snarls at me. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

"Yes," I say, my voice confident as I stand tall. "Yes, I have a problem with that. It's barbaric, Colton!" 

Before I can react, Colton's fist hits my face with a sickening crack. Somehow, I manage to remain standing even with the blood pouring from my nose. Shock flashes through Colton's eyes but is quickly replaced with rage. 

"Stand down, Beta." He growls lowly. 

"No, Colton." 

"I said, stand down." He growls again, this time using his Alpha tone. 

I try desperately to fight it - I really do try - but it's pointless. My head bows down to him. My wolf cowering at the Alpha male's command. I'm not strong enough. 

Skylar POV

I'm laying on the ground in a lump. The sounds around me are muffled and ignored by my ears. The destruction and devastation around me bleed together in my eyes. My heart beats rapidly in my chest and my breathing comes out ragged. 

Everyone I have ever known is dead. 

And my father is next. 

My wolf is howling inside my head in mourning at all of her fallen friends. My wails and whimpers match her sorrow on the outside. I feel the evil and powerful presence of my mate above me, but I refuse to lift my head to look at him. 

I can't. 

He has caused so much pain and suffering for absolutely no reason. This wasn't needed. He didn't have to kill them all. He could have made them submit or something - anything is better than this. 

"Skylar, stand." I hear him say, but I don't listen. Even if I wanted to stand, my shaky legs wouldn't allow it. I hear his growl of annoyance and feel his hand wrap around my bicep firmly, the tingles warming it. 

He pulls me up, forcing me to stand on my own two feet. He holds me steady with an arm around my waist and I can feel him bring his nose to my neck as he smells my scent. I don't even have it in me to pull away from him. 

I am broken.

I am a shell of what I once was. 

I am dead even though I live. 

And I am done. 

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Author's Note:

This took me forever to write. I was struggling with how to time everything out right. I was struggling with the fight scenes. It was just an overall struggle. LOL

Overall, I am happy with how it turned out, but send me any suggestions you might have. I am always open to constructive criticism, that is for sure!

Let me know in the comments what you think! I really want to hear your thoughts on the war and Skylar. We finally had a Larson POV. 

Also, should I try and find actors or models for my characters or would you prefer to leave it up to your imagination?

Thanks so much for reading and I sincerely hope you enjoy!