Thank you to all that voted to get the story to over 2,050 votes! Here is y'all's chapter for doing so! Since y'all did it so fast, I had to write a filler chapter with a flash back. A lot of you wanted to see a little of when Bryon and Savannah were around each other anyways, right?
I will upload again within 24 hours of when i notice the story breaking 100,000 total reads or breaking 2,300 votes. If I happen to have a chapter done before then, I'll upload. But, as you know by now, I work faster when i know a lot of people want me to, and what better way show you want another than to vote?
Flash back shown by ••••••¥•••••• and this is from Bryon's POV. I hope you like it...
I wouldn't be able to tell anyone what had been said to me or what had even been going on the last few hours. I couldn't force myself to listen, make myself see the faces speaking--yelling to me and at each other, or compel myself to even remotely care about their anger and disappointment they were making so blatantly clear.
I knew what I had done to receive this lecture section and understood that my actions were nothing short of reckless. I couldn't care less. What I did was needed, required even. Dalton had long deserved having his ass served to him, but damn I wish they had let me finish him. But, no. My own pack had to pull me off of the man.
I didn't even feel bad for those that I hurt who were part of my pack. They should of known that to try and intervine with something like that would only result in unintentional harm to them. I couldn't exactly help that, though. I was just trying to get back to Dalton and they weren't letting me.
"Bryon! Are you even listening?!" a blurred face yelled, her voice managing to actually break into my ears and make sense. I didn't respond, I hadn't been listening and I didn't want to try and start now. My mind was far from ready to focus on anything.
There had been next to no thoughts in my head since I was drug back to our pack house. Originally my thoughts had been on Savannah. But, thinking of her being over there in the hands of Abril would just make me pissed and on edge. So, I had to keep from those thoughts as much as possible.
As it would hold up, nothing else was important to me at the moment beyond her, so no other thoughts were even breaching the most outer parts of my mind.
One of the larger blurred figures before me reached forward, grabbed me by the collar of the shirt I had been given once I was drug back, and used it to pick me up from the chair, move me out from in front of it, and slam me into the wall behind me. That got my attention a little.
I could finally see who it was, but to be honest I already knew who this had to be. "You were always doing things you shouldn't have been because of that girl!" my father yelled. "Even when I told you to just stay away from her for a few years, you couldn't! And now this?!"
I didn't respond. 'Yes, you told me to stay away from her, not to get involved with her life, but I couldn't. You shouldn't have expected me to do that! You should have realized I loved her!' that was the first true thought that I had managed to make since Dalton. 'If I hadn't been listening to you, I wouldn't have stayed from Savannah as much as I had! I would have been able to stand up for her, keep her close to me, and be there for her!'
"You attacked their Alpha on their land!" he continued to bellow.
"Because I actually care about the woman he was talking about!" I finally spoke back.
"So does the rest of the pack, but you don't--"
"They don't care what happens to her! Haven't you heard them?! They think that's where she needs to be! You don't even care," I stated darkly. "You're just letting them keep her and aren't doing anything."
He went stiff. His eyes became darker in a sense. I already knew I was wrong with my claim. Though he never showed it, he did care about what was happening to Savannah for the past years. But, in his mind, Alphas shouldn't associate with the family of a traitor. So he kept us out of her life as much as possible, watching from a distance.
"There is a way to save her," I said after he didn't speak. "You just aren't trying hard enough to find it."
He released my collar that now had stretched from his hold. "Then I would love to see you find a way to get Savannah out of there without getting anyone in our pack hurt."
"You'll see it," I promised.
"If you get anyone in my pack harmed from your reckless, love driven stupidity, Bryon..." he trailed off, letting his warning threat speak for itself.