unbroken (unexpected series)

Chapter 39.5

A/N: NOT EDITED. So, so far we know what Devotees and Unseen are... what do you guys think the others are?  Random: it's freezing! BUT - I just read the best news!! The release date for Mumford & Sons new album... a bit disappointing that it's not this month, but just knowing that May 4th 2015 is when it drops puts a smile on my face lol.

Chapter 39.5 – Wolf POV

Our kind, you only got one mate, one true person that you were with, that had been matched to you on levels you wouldn’t understand until you truly had them. A person that ensured survival within each family, a way to ensure that good genes were continued, that love was treasured, and I had missed mine.

I had lost that part of how I was, my Laura Christi Colt, my other half. I had searched high and low for her, never finding her until twenty-five years ago, and I had lost her before I even truly had her for very long.

‘This isn’t you Harrison,’ her voice coaxed me, chastising me, the one woman I had ever let call me by my given name. Before her I had been Wolf, to everyone and anyone, but she was different, beautiful and calm to my ugly and harsh. I blinked, unsure and well aware that this was impossible, ‘they’re going to need you, you’ll have to help them,’ she continued speaking above me, her blue eyes shining, watery and full of love I hadn’t seen in so long. I was never angry that she was taken from me, because I had left her first.

‘Your brothers and you are special son,’ my father told once. I wanted to apologize Laura, I had too, I abandoned her, years and years gone by and I knew that it was the truth, I had failed her beyond belief and my heart clenched tightly when I thought about it. I didn’t understand though, nearly twenty-three years she hadn’t come to me, I prayed for her, wanted a sign, something, anything.

‘He’s seen that our kind will need help if we are going to persevere,’ my father told me.Laura believed in those sorts of things, when she was alive she believed in arriving late because it wasn’t meant to happen on time. She believed in the wind blowing on a particularly hard day that it was her parents urging her on. She trusted that on her best days, the slightest drop of rain were her parents crying in relief of her good fortune and health. If anyone – anyone ­at all – would be able to send a sign to someone else, it would’ve been her, my mate. Where had she been all these years? I’ve done horrible things in my life, but Rainy, she deserves more than you for a father!’ The words Logan said play in my mind, a broken record stuck on a bad track.

I try to ask her, and I’m in the type of dream where no matter how loud you want to shout and scream, no matter how much you want to run, skip, jump around, you can’t. I gaze at her, listen confused as she tells me to help them, that they’ll need my help, I nod because in this dream place, I can do that, when I can do nothing else. Images begin to change, and her soft ethereal like voice is further and further away, “Boss,” I’m shaken and it all vanishes, a worried crew member to my side, gazing down at me as I blink and struggle to lift my head. Falling back with a thud, I bring and welcome more pain, squinting to see Hunter. My second in command, the vice president of my crew, he doesn’t question me. Hunter is disciplined, the man I should have left behind when I went on my run, the man that would have protected my mate, that would have known she was pregn – I’ve done horrible things in my life, but Rainy, she deserves more than you for a father!’

I shoot to sit up when the thought hits me again, my Laura, pregnant. Children. Logan. Rainy. Gone. Nothing was the way it should have been, and in anger I bolted up to my feet unsteadily, his lips a grim line Hunter reached out to help, but I just shrugged him off as mu vision blurred and the room spun. Reeking of alcohol, I stumbled around my chair, falling into it a messy heap, my hand slammed onto the table. The tips of my fingers bringing that picture closer to my face and in my spinning head I see all the pieces.