The wrongs this kingdom has done were being wash away in blood it seems. The king thralls had treated his people in his village like cattle. Their solders taking what they wanted from their homes. Money, women, and some of the sick bastards even children. The king's thralls didn't last a month in his territory, His army considerably less.<br/><br/>They were warned about the werewolves. The hellhounds as humans sometimes called was held back by the local druid tribes by peaceful means. Even the leading druidess married the king as a peace treaty. David missed her terribly when she did. She basically raised him after she saved his life as a pup. Rejected from the litter of three as being to sick and was thought to not survive a forthnight. Now he grew to be one of the largest of werewolves, and the leader of his clan.<br/><br/>During those years the king rule has been kind. They were left in peace, The human and their druids prospered. The werewolves hunted freely just beyond their sight. Usually hiding in the morning mist or the deepest caves to live in their own communites.<br/><br/>David has no idea what went wrong. How it went wrong. The news of the queens sudden death was shocking. And the king sent his army to subdue his subjects. Next thing he knew his tribes were taking on refuges and outlaws into their own villages. The druids were forced underground.<br/><br/>For years it was the way of things. The solders feared the woods. The werewolves of the mist even left a survivor or two from the search parties the king thralls had sent. Enforcing the fear through their stories. And of course as feuds go this one only got worse and worse. It was only a matter of time when the meeting of all the local werewolf clans, Druid tribes. Even a vampire family or two responding to David's call to much his surprise. The meeting of course was the war counsel.<br/><br/>The plan was simple and easy to accomplish. The werewolves will storm the capital and either kill or capture the royal family, the druids will effect the weather to make hard travel either on foot or horse back. And the vampires were tasks with killing the would be heirs of the throne.<br/><br/>The thunderstorm was a perfect cover for the wolves according to their druid allies, Their hybrid bodies was not truly big as humans had described them. Most were hardly 5 feet tall in those forms. David was surprisingly a giant amongst them at the height of six feet ten inches in this form. and still growing for a least half a decade.<br/><br/>They ran silently on all fours, easily climbing the walled city and killing the guard without a sound. From there it was a choice of either travel from roof top to roof top or fight in the streets. For David it was the roof tops for his own private mission the druids gave him. He was to secure the princess to make sure no harm came to her. Easier said then done he thought to himself.<br/><br/>His small pack that traveled with him. The assassin pack it was apply named for this night reach the castle easily enough. The night guards were in a near state of panic. First the thunder storm then the fires and screaming. needless to say they were caught with their pants down so to speak.<br/><br/>They found windows that lead inside the castle after a short climb and soon were hard pressed by the elite knights the king kept for his personal guard. Even through the werewolf has healing abilities than can and have healed them from crippling and death wounds. Their claws and fangs were weak against armor. Forcing the pack to rip it off by pulling on the plate mail rather than clawing at it. they still lost four of the twelve werewolves to their blades.<br/><br/>Although hard pressed the fight was short and quick. The guards were forced back to the kings quarters. Allowing the werewolves to move on to their objectives. David went to the royal family quarter. Apparently the princes was well loved in the castle. Even her servants fought to keep him back. His own claws and fangs made short work of them. Leaving a blood covered maid alive so she'll lead him to his goal.<br/><br/>He could hear the maid voice warning her mistress. Too late with the last few strides the Werewolf broke through the door. The maid scream ended suddenly as she was knocked out. Leaving Reanna alone with this beast. David's fur was gray as mist stained with blood and gore of the nights attack. He now stands on two legs with his lupine head looking at her in shock. For a moment he thought her as her mother, but Reanna's scent was all wrong. He took a few steps towards her catching her neck with a clawed paw like hand with a warning growl that told her not to move. of course she doesn't know what growls mean what but that didn't come to mind.<br/><br/>"Let her go demon," A voice said behind him. Her father according to the scent. Along with his blood stained guard more than ten of them. One course of action was left to David. Lifting the princess in his arms he jumped, out the window. The voice of her father yelling for her was lost in the sound of shattered glass followed by the fall as David leaped over the balcony as well. Landing safely onto ledge with Reanna over held tightly to his chest. He had to admire the fact she still struggling in his arms.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, he lets out a ear splitting howl that signaled a retreat. The assassin pack met up outside the walls. Five of the twelve survived. They retraced the route they took as the storm lifts finally. The cloud turning into mist as the werewolves escaped into their forest evading the kings men easily thanks to the chaos.