THE BATTLE (I)

Opaque pair of orbs stared into a pair of silver eyes. Anger and resentment flowed through his veins from his fingertip.

Caesar stared at his brother, his little brother that died before his eyes was standing in front of him, meters away, leading thousands of different creatures to battle.

A lump formed in his throat, his eyes going dark with anger and vexation, his finger balled into a fist at the sight and his snake of mate was standing beside his greatest enemy, a smirk on her face, mocking and taunting, Errol was right and he hated to admit.

King Alastair cleared his throat loudly, watching his brother and his thousands of armies filled with more demons and less of other creatures. "Hello Caesar, we meet again"

Caesar met the green orbs of the she-wolf he thought he had locked up in his cell, his anger boiling at the smirk on her face, another mocking look and he hated it, he had been tricked, tu