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Noah & Charlotte...What happened next

Ok so a lot of you wanted to see Noah and Charlotte suffering for what they did to Macey, so here's a very short chapter, hope you like it :) It's kinda rushed so be warned it is most likely rubbish :) *

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Noah's POV

arghhhhh, the sharp, fast pain as my arm was snatched out of its socket fizzeled through me as it joined the already long list of broken body parts and pain. There was only one word going through my mind, one feeling that was in my heart and body: PAIN

pain pain pain pain

It shot through me like a dart and hit me where I was weakest. Before the Hunter could do any more damage he was called away by one of his buddies. I sighed as I knew death will be my peace soon. argh, it hurt, so, so bad.

it hurt to even think but i remembered how we had been captured, we, me and Charlotte had been so happy we were leaving, when out of nowhere this car had come and knocked us off the road, When next I woke up I was tied to a tree in the middle of a forest with Charlotte across me. Charlotte, I sobbed as I remembered what happened to her, and looked to my left at the smoke rising from a pyre of wood.

I tried to escape, to transform but i could hardly breather, let alone talk to my wolf. I had been drugged, then all of a sudden three burly men came in front and gave me the beating of a life time. I found out they were Hunters, and good at what they did: TORTURE

Another scream escaped my lips as my head banged against the hard pine and blood erupted from my side. I remembered, I forced myself to remember, when i woke up next from my slumber of pain I saw them dragging a limp Charlotte towards a fire, a burning flame filled fire, tears swelled up as i realised they had killed her, and now were burning her, they were taking no chances. I screamed at the sight, I shouted and bellowed but no one listened, until now...

I saw him, the biggest one, the toughest one, come towards me now, in one hand a bottle of water, in another a long silver knife. A long silver, blood filled knife. He came nearer and opened my mouth, dropped water down my throat and after two drops threw the bottle down.

'No, more, i need more.' i heard someone say, it was me. He knew the art of torture.

He laughed, the big man, 'you wont need water where your going.' and plunged the knife into my gut,

Time was passing slow, the knife wound in my gut remained, they had stabbed me, packed up and left, leaving me to a slow, antagonizing death, Lonely and alone. Pain and torture. for the animals

As i lie here i have no sense of time, it could have been days or even a mere minutes..

I hadn't long left

i could feel my soul slipping away

I heard the laughter of the big man again

as im slipping away the images of my parents, my sisters, my family, my pack come in to view

of Charlotte laughing and playful

of Leo racing and laughing with me

of Emma and Ashley as i tought them to fight

of mom and dad comforting me when i was six

of Macey, smiling

and then after Leo had resced her

and then our first kiss

my bitter memories

and the sweet ones

i regretted every thing now

but it was too late

argh the pain

i was letting go

too late

too late

too la...