The Wolf Wars Saga Book 3
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Michelle Torlot
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In a world where werewolf packs are on the brink of war, Ellie, a half-human, half-werewolf, struggles to prove her worth as a warrior. As she navigates complex relationships, including a forbidden love with Seth and a deadly encounter with her fated mate, Ellie must confront her past and embrace her destiny. With the threat of an impending battle and the weight of leadership on her shoulders, Ellieâs journey is one of self-discovery, courage, and the fight for unity among her people.
Chapter One
Three years later
[POV: Elijah]
I found myself gazing out the window, the ground blanketed by a thin layer of snow. My warriors were still out there, training. Weather didnât faze us, not like it did the humans.
They were fragile. So how did a half-breed manage to shake us to our core?
Almost three years had passed. We were on the brink of a war with the humans, ready to reclaim the world and rid ourselves of the nuisance they posed.
My grandfather and the council had united the packs. My uncleâs Beta was given the responsibility of training all the warriors in the alliance for war.
Murdoch had always been fond of the hybrid. She had him wrapped around her finger, just like she did with my Uncle Gabriel. It wasnât a shock when he switched sides.
He joined the pack to the west, where she was. Not just him, but my best tracker, Emma, had betrayed us too.
All our war plans had to be put on hold. Murdoch knew our strategies inside out, and he would likely share them with our other enemy, the western pack.
The pack that was harboring that murderous hybrid. She had charmed my Uncle, then she had killed my brother.
Three years ago, I told my grandfather that we should be attacking the western pack. Killing her, the last hybrid. Then we could wipe out the humans. He promised me that we would, after weâd eradicated the human filth and taken down the border. I had no choice but to agree.
With Murdoch spilling our plans, the council decided to change them.
I wasnât disappointed. We would now be going to war with the western pack. The only thing that irked me was having to wait three years to do it.
Three years, while the council went back to all the Alphas to agree on a new plan. It took some convincing. Some of the weaker packs disagreed.
We had little to no information on their numbers. The lands they occupied were as large as all the packs in the alliance combined.
There was only one place to invade, and that was across the River in Alpha Zaganâs territory. A lot of the packs didnât trust him. He had distanced himself from the council when my uncle was still Alpha.
It didnât last long. Zagan was a warmonger. At the hint of war, he wanted in. Even if it was against a foe that was weaker than us.
The western pack was an unknown quantity. With Beta Murdoch in their ranks, it wouldnât be as easy a fight as it would have been against the humans.
Then there was my uncle.
He had been a strong Alpha until he crossed the human border. I assumed he must have made it. He must have survived. Otherwise, I would have felt his death. Not just because we were of the same pack, but because we were family. I say were.
Both my grandfather and I disowned him when he went off in search of that pup. He even left his mate. What kind of wolf does that?
I felt the connection to the pack break, about three years ago. Around the same time as Murdoch and Emma jumped ship. I can only guess he joined the western pack. Why they would allow another Alpha to join them, I really had no clue.
Needless to say, he was now the enemy. Not as much of an enemy as the hybrid bitch, but an enemy nonetheless.
She would be turning eighteen now. I remembered when I first saw her. How young and naive I was. She almost had me under her spell as well. While I didnât trust Alpha Zagan as far as I could throw him, I was grateful.
If he hadnât taken her, I shudder to think how much chaos she would have caused. Sheâd caused enough already.
Iâd lost my uncle, my brother, and now we were on the brink of war.
A loud knock on the door pulled me away from the window.
âCome,â I grumbled.
The door opened, and I was met with the face of my grandfather.
âElijah,â he greeted, as he walked through the door.
I sighed; it annoyed me that he still treated me like a child. My official title was Alpha Elijah. He only ever used it if we were in public, or if he was referring to me in a report.
âGrandfather,â I retorted.
If he couldnât use my title, then I wouldnât use his. It didnât seem to bother him as much as it bothered me.
âI see your warriors are training hard. A shame that they couldnât be put to use three years ago,â he remarked.
I crossed my arms over my chest. He blamed me for Murdoch and Emmaâs defection. He held that the pack is only as strong as its Alpha. If Iâd been stronger, then two of my leading pack members wouldnât have defected.
The council had agreed with them. Iâd had to fight tooth and nail to keep my title. It had helped that there was no one else to hand it to.
No one else apart from my grandfather, who I suspected had instigated the investigation into my pack, or more specifically me.
They had quickly dropped the case when I pointed out that both Murdoch and Emma were reporting directly to the council at the time of their defection.
It didnât paint them in a good light then. Any hope of my grandfather reinstating himself as Alpha vanished after that.
âIs this a social call, or is this official business,â I retorted.
He forced a smile.
âBoth. Your grandmother wants you to come to dinner, along with your parents. It might be the last time we can all be together for a while.â
He tossed a folder onto my desk.
I opened it and glanced at the paperwork.
âWhen do we leave?â I asked.
The document was the final approval from all the Alphas. We were going to war.
âWithin the week,â Grandfather replied, âAre your warriors ready?â
I nodded and smirked.
âWeâve been ready for the last three years. Time to give that little bitch payback.â
