Where I Belong

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

So here's what I was planning from the start, but changed it a little.

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

*Nova!* she sobbed, angry at the people who were detaining her from him.

*He’s not himself Santana, you have to calm down. Remember, he’s ‘Revenge,’ capable of killing others without a thought!*

*But he must have noticed who I really was! That’s why he didn’t kill me just now,* she fought with Damon who held her down along with her parents and a few other pack members. That’s just how hard she was cooperating with them.

*We think it’s because his wolf deep down somewhere in the pit of his black soul, sensed something, making him feel…well we don’t know. It was just a distraction for awhile,* Damon said while looking into her gold eyes.

Looking back at her supposed to be dead mate; she saw something flicker in his eyes. Before anyone had a chance to move, he pulled out a shiny silver dagger. The look he gave her was murderous, and that was when he threw it, directly at her chest. It hit before anyone else could block it. She yelped as the blade sliced through her white fur into her flesh. Her whole body felt stiff, and then the pain started. It erupted like wildfire, blasting away at her organs. Her eyes felt like they would pop out of their sockets from the massive shock, the pain flowing all the way through her muscles deep into her bones. It felt worse than the blade hitting her chest itself.

“Oh my fucking God!” she heard Damon scream as he was in his human form. “It’s coated with Wolfsbane!”

Her body felt like it was floating, flying away into nothing. She felt her eyes start to sag, and then close a bit. The last person she saw was Nova, glaring at her like she was the ugliest creature alive. He spat on the ground, smirking, as pack members tackled him.

She fell into oblivion…

“Santana, can you hear me?” she heard someone calling her as she lay in darkness. She listened to the voice as it sounded so far away.

“Are you sure? I don’t think you’ll want to be here when she wakes up.” Someone unfamiliar said quietly, almost hushed.

“Of course she will, I’m one of her best friends,” she heard Damon speak.

She wondered why they were talking about her like she was some type of crazy person. And then the memories started flowing back. Her chest ached, as if she had been breathing through a straw for over a week. She tried moving but only felt paralyzed, like weights held her down beneath water, only her lips barely above the surface to breathe. Santana wanted to cry for help, but nothing came out of her voice box.

A warm hand grabbed hers, entangling their fingers together. After awhile, the warmth started to calm her nerves, making it a whole lot easier to fall asleep. Her mind drifted off into scattered thoughts, and then she started dreaming.

“Santana, honey, wake up,” her mother’s voice called out to her.

“Mom?” she finally was able to speak, her voice sounding crackly and hoarse.

“I’m here sweetie,” she felt her head being patted.

Opening her eyes, she saw all her close friends surrounding the hospital bed, looking worried and had…pity in their eyes. They felt sorry for her that her dead mate had become a murderer? Pushing the thought away, she felt her stomach rumble in hunger.