Brielle's POV
Since the moment I rejoined the party, it's been going on hard. People were dancing and enjoying themselves to the fullest. The night was still young. Blake, Kyle, Morgan and I were seated at our table just talking and drinking some wine. We already had dinner, so now it's just a kickback. I didn't know when this party was going to end, but I was starting to feel a little bit sleepy.
Earlier in the night, I introduced myself to the Alphas and Lunas from nearby neighboring packs. They were so kind in my face, but behind my back, they made comments about being a human. Luna was unsuitable. I let it slide because I didn't want to get into a confrontation with them and give rise to unnecessary tension. There was no reason to ruin the night over such a trivial matter. I have already been made Luna and no matter what they think or say, it won't change.
I wasn't going to feel sad over what people I don't even know or care about think of me. Introductions were done and everyone was just being themselves.
While everything seemed fine, out of nowhere, I got a call. It was my father calling. I thought about ignoring it, knowing that whatever he wanted to say would probably ruin my mood. It rang a few times, so I had no choice but to pick it up.
I excused myself from the others and the noise to receive the call. I went back into the house and took his call.
" Why are you calling me so much? Can't you take a hint?"
" Brielle, thank goodness. Listen to me. There is no time to explain. I have Intel that Julian is going to attack the pack tonight. Be on alert and be safe. I am on my way."
The call got cut before I could get a chance to ask him anything.
" What the hell is he saying?" I mumbled to myself in confusion.
Julian is going to attack the pack. What did he mean by that? And who did he get that Intel from? Damn it. Why did he have to cut the call before he explained things to me? Now I don't know what to do.
Julian? If my father just said, then what would I do? If I go there and say anything about an attack, it will cause panic among the people. I don't even know if it's true or not. I can't do this by myself. I took my phone and called Blake. I needed to tell him about it. I suddenly felt like this was a matter that I couldn't ignore. If it was true, then there would be trouble.
Blake came immediately and found me in the kitchen.
" Hey. What is wrong? You told me that it was urgent."
" Yes. I think it is. We have a problem or at least I think that we might? No, it's definitely a problem."
" Well then, what is it?" he asked, looking concerned.
" My father called. He briefly told me that Julian was planning an attack on the pack. What do we do?" I asked, hoping that he could come up with a rational counter to this problem and did not even know what the hell to do.
" Are you sure about that? What did he say exactly? "
" He couldn't say much, but he said that I should stay alert. Do you think it could be true?"
" True or not, we can't just ignore it, or we might regret it."
Yes, he is right. It's better to be safe than sorry. Damn it. Did this problem have to arise tonight? Everything was going on well, but now this? And what is Julian doing? Is he out of his mind? After so long of lying low, what is this stunt that he is trying to pull now?
I can feel it in my bones. The managing evil that is approaching us. I felt chills. If he came here, he would destroy everything and kill everyone. Memories of the past came into mind and I remembered all the bloodshed and chaos that occurred because of him and Xavier. No, it can't happen. History can repeat itself. Not on such a sacred beautiful night.
I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was having a panic attack. My chest constricted, and it was really hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning.
I heard Blake's muffled voice calling out to me.
" Calm down, Brielle. You need to breathe. Everything is fine. Take it easy."
I tried to breathe. I really tried, but the constriction in my chest wouldn't go away. Blake hugged me and ran his hand up and down my back to try and calm me down.
I closed my eyes and pushed all the bad thoughts away from my mind. Focusing on the good will help me calm down. This is the second time I have had such an attack. The first one was on my ruined 16th birthday. I tried to act tough that day, but I just ended up bursting into tears. I cried so hard that I started to have a panic attack. I had locked myself in the room, so my mom could help me. I just passed out on the cold hard floor.
After replaying all the good thoughts in my mind, I started to get my grip and calmed down. The pain in my chest went away, and my body felt a little bit lighter.
After a while, I pulled away from Blake. He ran his eyes all over my form with concern.
" I am fine now. Thank you."
He let out a deep sigh of relief.
" Thank God. You gave me a scare there."
He helped me get up. For a moment, we forgot the problem at hand, but we immediately got a rude awakening.
A loud scream was heard from outside. Blake and I looked at each other, knowing full well what was going on. He was here.