Chapter Thirty Six: Ruined Hope.

Stepping out of the cell, I look back at my wounded brother, Jasper.

The smell of his rich blood is intoxicating. Like an alcoholics favorite alcohol. A drug that I will never overcome and get rid of. Not wanting to to hurt Jasper I quickly walk towards the tall door, assuming that its the end of this horrible prison.

Stepping up the stairs I wrap my hand around the rustic round doorknob, the door makes a loud creaking sound as I open it. Red light blares from the top of the ceiling, the chandeliers that were once full of light are dull and dark. No source of life is found in this long hallway.

Closing the door, I walk looking around for anyone or anything. My hatred for the Werewolf King still fills my hearts.. Finding another large door, I open it to find the outside world.

The sun has fallen as the full moon is held high in the night sky.

Two large fires are set on either side of the castle, for what? I don't know. Lines of large wolves face the woods. All are different sizes and colors; some are a light brown has older are a grey and black color, many are tall and muscular.

Not a moment later, dark figures stand on the edge of the treeline. A face creeps out of the shadow, Valentine.

"Release Sage, and no blood will be shed." His voice booms, many wolves growl at him. The large black wolf in the middle steps forward, in a split second the wolf has now transformed into Alexander.

"No can do Valentine." He continues with a smirk, "she has drunk the blood from an innocent girl of our kind, you know the laws."

I wouldn't call the girl 'innocent', she started it.

"Sage doesn't. It will not happen again, now let her go. She will pay the consequences in our  hands." Valentine states, taking a stride forward obviously challenging Alexander. Many wolves growl and put one paw in front of them ready to attack at any moment

Alexander growls at Valentine. "You know what line you're crossing."

"Yes I do Alexander. Do you know?" Valentine asks smartly this aggravates Alexander. On either side of the Vampires, I see a few large silhouettes of wolves. At any moment they will pounce.

Reacting on my own, "Valentine! Watch out!'

Not a moment later Alexander shouts, "Attack!"

In a blur Vampires and Werewolves are at war, the strong smell of blood creeps up my nose. Closing my eyes and breathing it in slowly, my eyes quickly change into a maroon red and my fangs spring out.

Looking down at my hands, my ring is now glowing red. I know what I have to do, for this fighting to stop.

"Sage!" Looking up, I make eye contact with the man I've been longing to see. Jacob.

He knows what I'm thinking on doing, even though I want to go run and hug him I can't. It is not the time too nor the place.

In a flash I'm beside the large flames of the fire. The orange flames dance around in the burning wood, as they throw ashes into the dark night sky. Slowly taking off the ring on my finger, I breath in, a shout is heard.

Breathing out, in the corner of my eye I see Alexander running over towards me. Putting the ring in the palm of my hand. I close my hand and breath in once again.

Hovering my hand near the flames, I breath out.

The ring is now longer in my hand, it is now enveloped by the fire. Closing my eyes I hear large screams of agony, drifting my eyes towards the battlefield men and women lay on the ground naked screaming for dear life. Vampires have stopped fighting and are now watching in confusion. 

A few minutes later the screaming as stopped, Werewolves are know slaves to the moon. Generations of Werewolves will know of tonight, and know about how I've changed history. And how I've permanently ruined their hope of becoming free.