Easton lay down in the thick grass behind trees watching the various supernaturals pointing to the sky as they poured out of the building. Then he saw his missing prisoners. He even saw a dozen of ex-prisoners who had been released. He pulled out the most up-to-date photo of even the people of interest and saw all but the one he thought was called Michael.

Once he confirmed the men he linked everyone, "I have confirmed identities of prisoners and people of interest. The only one I haven't seen is the person you guys identified as Michael."

Alpha Samson's voice chimed in, "My pack warriors just got here and Cami swore us into this link. Now that my mate's brother is home and safe I am heading to you Alpha Easton, Scarface is mine. He almost killed my brother and my pack seeks justice. We will be there for you within ten minutes."

Easton replied, "Did you hear him Alpha Aiden? Give us ten minutes before you have us advance. By then all my reinforcements should be in place."

"Will do. I am waiting for C and F to get into place."

Once everyone was in place they charged forward on Aiden's command.

Easton and Samson fought side by side for the next half hour. Easton panted as Samson released another victim. The taste of blood filled their mouths and they weren't sure if they ever be able to get it out. Fresh blood coated the fur that was already matted with the dried blood of the wolves and other supernatural they had killed.

The ground was strewn with bodies and many they recognized as their own. Easton's heart felt heavy. To his mind, the ground seemed to glimmer red, green, or black from the various supernatural creatures' blood it drank and its thirst was starting to seem unquenchable. There were bodies everywhere.

Horror and fear clawed at cling to his throat when he saw that Samson was pinned to the ground by a big wolf with a scar over him. Blood coated his fur and he didn't know how much of it was his. Just as he thought he would see this alpha die he saw Samson shove with his back paws into Scar's stomach. This momentum sent him flying over Samson's head. Scar released his hold. Samson jumped up and shifted. He grabbed a sword that lay on the ground and swung it down. Scar's head rolled away from his wolf's body. He then shifted back to his human self.  He yelled, "That is what you deserve for what you did to my brother." He then shifted back and started fighting.

Solomon was engaged, fighting another vampire and Easton could see the desperation in his movements as he fought to kill him. There was a pounding behind his eyes as he sprinted to where Solomon was struggling to get out of his hold. Easton saw he was going to make the kill. His heart pounded with the fear of losing a great elder even as his body lifted off the ground and rocketed towards Samson. Easton crashed into a vampire they rolled away from Solomon. He growled at him.

Now that Solomon was safe from him, Easton's fear was replaced by anger. He lunged at him again but he met Easton's strength head-on with his own and he failed to take him off his feet. Blinding pain seized Easton's jaw where his fangs grazed it.

A growl ripped from his throat as the vampire lunged at him. Easton shifted in mid-air into his Lycan form and the vampire had been ready because he danced out of the way before taking on the form of a wolf. It was then Easton realized he was a hybrid and that explained his extra strength. His big powerful paw came down on Easton's face, sending him skidding across the grass and dirt. Easton was on my feet in an instant. We must have looked like a tumble of tumbleweed rolling across the desert, constantly colliding, darting away. Attacking, retreating, and circling. My breath came in short gasps. The battle around us raged on.

Easton tried to bite his snout but he turned away and he got his ear instead, ripping through it. The vampire whined in pain, moving away from me. His ear was torn and hung down. It made him look like a scraggly mutt. Easton was running out of energy. His limbs burned with fatigue.

Solomon had sat out for most of the battle so he had gotten his second wind. He seemed ready to rejoin this fight. He seemed to be going strong when he jumped on this hybrid's back and bit into his neck. Easton struggled to hold his Lycan form. He knew he had to do something quickly if he wanted to survive this. Solomon pulled him back off Easton. That is when Easton had his chance. He plunged his claw into the hybrid and yanked at his heart. He fell over dead. Easton threw the heart to the far side of the battlefield where he saw a troll scoop it up and eat it.

The creature then turned to dust and he had Solomon fall on top of him. He pushed Solomon off. He sat up breathing heavily. He then linked everyone calling for backup.

Solomon stood up to stand guard as Easton requested backup. Solomon lunged at another wolf again, giving him a good fight.

Easton saw his paw connect with his face. The strength of his blow took me by surprise when it sent Solomon flying. It felt like he'd broken his jaw. The blood oozed out of his flesh from where the enemy's claws had come in contact with his skin. Easton jumped up and knocked him away and jumped on him to take the kill bite. They had just killed a second hybrid.

Easton looked over and saw Peter fighting his brother. He heard Peter yell at him, "You wanted to kill my daughters. You will die for even thinking that. Then you dared to kidnap our mom." He leaped at his brother and momentum seemed to make them roll and Peter was pinning him below. He bared his teeth at his brother's shocked eyes. All Peter had to do was press his teeth down a little harder and he would have broken his neck. Peter changed back into his human form. He growled at his brother as he held him down, " I wanted you to see me like this. I wanted the last thing you remember is your brother snapping your neck for even contemplating killing your nieces." He lifted his hands and clenched his fist a few times in front of his face. He brought his face close to his brother so that he couldn't escape from his gaze. Peter saw the fear in his brother's eyes and reveled in it as it washed over my skin. His terror was Peter's motivation. Peter's claws grew and he buried his hand into his stomach. His brother howled in agony as his claws broke through his ribs and ripped through a lung before he made his way to the heart. He felt its sickening pumping as his hand closed over it.

He was whimpering now, "Please don't kill me, brother. I won't hurt Beth or Gwen."

Peter then crushed it. That was it. His brother didn't have a glorious death. He died whimpering and begging for his life. He didn't stop to savor the moment instead he dropped the body and moved on to the next one.

Easton looked over and saw Scar layer down on the ground and Samson had moved on to another enemy. Easton then turned and rejoined the battle. He knew he was tired but he could not give up.

He got a second wind when he heard Aiden call out, "Kill the enemy. Do this for Jocelyn." That war cry and reinforcements seemed to energize everyone who had been fighting there. It was then the fighting turned from being evenly matched to their favor.

Then more enemies fell and fewer allies.