Shattered

02

  "Ah, who will save me from existing? It's neither death nor life that I want." 

by Fernando Pessoa. 

This pain...

It was unbearable.

I couldn't breathe. This pain was resonating throughout my body, into my bones, and into my very soul. I was practically gasping for air and despite my chaotic breakdown, I made it home and by then word had gotten out to my brothers' who had probably told my parents what had happened, because they were outside the house frantic and concerned.

As I hastily parked into the driveway, my oldest brother (Caleb) ripped my door open and brought me into his arms and that was when I allowed myself to breakdown completely. I sobbed miserably and wildly allowing myself to show weakness in front of my family. I could feel my mother's hand soothing back my hair as my brother held onto me as if I was a newborn pup.

"I'll kill him!" My other older brother (Daniel) snarled in rage. I could hear his footsteps stomping on the ground. "I'll find that son of a bitch and I'll rip him apart!" His voice echoed through the usually quiet cul-de-sac.

My father was quiet but no doubt fuming.

"My little moon, I am so sorry." I heard my mother murmur pressing her lips against the top of my head. Her warmth and her presence eased some of the pain. I buried my face into Caleb's shoulder and stained his shirt with my tears and snot. I was never really a pretty crier, I've been told that a lot by family—mostly by my brothers.

My brother tightened his hold and whispered into my ear in the softest voice, "I am so sorry, Skye," His voice was thick with emotion and even trembled the tiniest bit, "I never wanted this to happen. I'm so sorry, baby sister." As if he could've done something to prevent this.

My wolf whimpered.

I gasped in air greedily and sobbed into his chest, "Why?"

But I knew he couldn't answer. No one but Alex fucking Greene could answer that question. "Let's get her into bed," My mother spoke gently, "Darling, why don't you call the school and advise them that she'll be out of class for a few days." Caleb easily lifted me into his arms and eased onto his feet, making his way into the house, and I curled my body into his chest seeking his comforting warmth. My wolf was whimpering—broken that our mate would do this to us.

We were worthy enough. My wolf believed that. Despite our age, she was a rather powerful wolf compared to other females. We were strong and fierce—something all male wolves would want but not Alex—a whimper tumbled messily through my wet lips. Caleb huffs. I couldn't understand why Alex would reject us for Helen. She had a weak wolf, she had no training, and her personality was rather cruel. She was more bark then bite.

I guess I would never know.

I was gently placed onto my bed and I automatically curled into my pillows and sobbed into them. I wasn't sure how I was able to produce so many tears but I couldn't stop crying. Caleb grabbed my favorite cat pillow and tucked it underneath my chin and gently wiped away strands of wet hair from my face. He gave no words—he knew nothing would keep this pain away.

I felt weak. I guess losing the mate bond was exhausting my body. I wasn't sure if rest would come easy but I prayed it would. I was heart-broken, yes, but I would get passed this. I've seen rejected wolves get back on their feet before but the task was daunting now that it was happening to me. What would become of me? I would never have pups of my own. I would be alone until I parted from this life and onto the next.