Mr. Possessive [Undergoing Edits!]

•~•CHAPTER 26•~•

When my canines first puncture into her neck, she immediately whimpers, her eyes wildly searching for help. She will receive none. No other wolf here is stupid enough to anger me in this way. No other wolf will take my wrath in place of her. NO other wolf will counter because she started this...she brought this upon herself and it is my right as Luna to end my competition.

Four. 

Even Mason knows better to interrupt. He's stayed pretty silent since my wolf demanded he leave me to fight for myself.

Three.

Every wolf around tun their head down slightly, but they're eyes stay locked on me and what my next move will be.

Two.

Her head tilts away from me, revealing more of her neck to me in sign of her submission to the stronger wolf.

My wolf growls her displease at me when I forcefully unhinge my jaw and struggle to take a step away from the almost corpse.

When Carly tries to stand, I growl loudly at her, testing her submission. She quickly drops back to the ground, beginning to slowly roll belly up but that only opens her torn flesh more. She releases a few cries as she continues to try and appease me, finally relaxing back down when my angry growls stop.

My eyes turn sharply on a woman who takes a step into the radius of my war. She has a bag with her and a stethoscope around her neck. She raises her hands to me to show she means no harm. After a few moments of tense silence pass, I take another step away from Carly and lay down to show the woman I won't attack her.

She rushes forward, quickly whispering in Carly's ear. Her whimpers soon turn to screams and sobs as she returns to her human state. Her voice reaches up to the sky, letting everyone hear how much pain she is in- how much pain I can cause.

Her body looks even worse without the coverage her fur provided. She hardly even looks like her body is human- intestines are starting to hang out, her chest is ripping open almost to her heart, there are slash marks over almost the entire right side of her face, the ribs on the right side of her body are clearly crushed in, and her left shoulder looks so shredded that her arm is barely still attached. Both of her legs and her right arm are shredded in multiple places, revealing bone, muscle, and more severed tendons. The holes in the sides of her neck are also evident as they spew more of her blood. Her heart desperately pumping the blood it has to keep her alive, only resulting in more blood leaving her.

I want to look away. I need to look away from the damage I caused, but Seraphina won't let me. She holds me still, watching the pain the mutt is in- watching the mangled body that proves how powerful we are. She watches, her eyes drinking it in like the crazed beast she really is.

When Mason comes over to us, he orders us to shift but receives nothing more than she has given anyone else. A statue gazing upon her prey.

His voice begins more urgent as my body begins slipping away as well from my own blood loss. Seraphina finally moves for the first time since laying down- her head drops to her paws in front of her. Our head is too heavy to hold up anymore. Still, our eyes remain locked on Carly who's body is almost completely covered in bandages now. Red is already seeping through the ones first put on. The only disapproval Seraphina has given the pack doctor as when she tried to give Carly morphine. She wanted Carly to feel the full effect of challenging us for our mate and for our position. Since the doctor cooperated, Seraphina has sat silently, just watching, giving in to the blood loss.

I hear someone shifting near me but still I remain focused on the bloody mess that I created. It's Mason is all I can think when his furry head nudges me onto my side. Seraphina complies, allowing her male to heal and groom her.  On our side, our head still is too heavy to lift so it lays on the ground, but Seraphina forces our eyelids to stay awake so we can watch. Always watching.

Mason whimpers slightly, trying to lick the wounds on my belly closed. The sparks from the mate bond combined with the exhaustion from blood-loss almost force my eyes closed but I hold on. Just a little while longer.

Faith is at my other side, her wolf laying by my head as her tongue starts lapping at the blood on my cheek. She nuzzles me after every couple of licks, making sure I'm still awake. This isn't the first time her and her wolf have had to take care of mine.

She cleans the entire path the blood took and when she's satisfied, she lays with her head over my neck, comforting me with the thought that she will be here to protect me in case anyone tries to take advantage of my new weaknesses.

Mason's licks slow until he's finally content with himself. When he stands up, Seraphina shifts back on to her stomach, Faith crawling closer and re-positioning herself over my neck. Mason's wolf stands over the both of us, leaning down to give my ears licks in between giving out growls to anyone else who nears us.

With the protection of her family, Seraphina finally lets us give in to the darkness surrounding our vision. The sounds and smells give away as I fall into unconsciousness, my fight finally over for the night.