Fighting For My Life-
It was dark now. None of the wolves had the energy to move on with me, and so I went on my own.
I ran as fast as I ever could, following the sweet scent of Jenna. I have no idea how I long I ran, but eventually I stopped in front of a huge house. It was made out of bricks and Jenna’s scent was most strong here, except I couldn’t feel that pull to her when I was close.
The front door was closed and I circled the area, making sure no one else was around. The windows of the large brick building were shattered and glass was over the floor, along with a few bow and arrows. The lights were on though, so I was sure someone was in that house.
I found a pocket knife on the floor, long enough to kill someone. I picked it up and examined it with the dim moonlight. It had blood over it and my heart ached. What if that was Jen’s blood?
I shook my head, clearing all the thoughts. I quickly walked up the steps of the building, quiet enough to make no noise. I pushed the door open; surprised it was unlocked and entered the building. I heard yelling echoing throughout the place and quickly examined the hall way, glad it was empty as I followed the muffled voice as it became clearer.
If I turned the corner of the hallway I was at, I knew I’d be revealed to the male voice that was yelling angrily.
I glanced over the wall and a dead body stood at the man’s feet. His back was faced towards me and 3 men were in front of him, their gazes towards the floor.
The yelling man turned slightly, muttering to himself. I quickly shot back to the wall and rested my head on it as I took a few deep breaths. The knife was clutched in my hand. I was going to kill them if I had to.
Dozens of bloody, harsh thoughts ran through my head if I found out they even touched my precious Jen.
“Her mom’s dead. She’s injured……………….” The last few words were spoken quietly and I didn’t catch them. He finally turned to walk the opposite direction of where I was.
My heart was beating loudly and I was sure those men could hear it.
So he hurt Jen and her mom?
Anger circulated throughout my veins and my blood boiled. Once I heard the door click and the footsteps descending, I jumped out from behind the wall and punched one of the guys. He fell to the floor with a bloody nose, but instantly fought back.
“Where is she!” I demanded as I crushed my foot into his face while fighting the other men to unconsciousness so I could question them later. The man beneath my foot shot to his feet.
“She’s dead.” He answered as he stuck a punch into my stomach and face a few times. I groaned in pain and spit out blood, but instantly recovered before I sent a few punches to his face, over and over and over.
“Where. Is. She” I said, sending a punch between every word. Angry tears ran down my face, but I recovered again. I was furious.
He was on the ground now, close to becoming unconscious. “I’m going to ask one more time before killing you. Where is she?” I said quietly, my voice deadly.
The man grinned before saying, “Kill me if you want. You won’t ever find her.”
He reached in his pocket and I saw him reaching for the gun before I plunged the knife in his stomach but his grin still remained on his dirty face. I stood up now, looking at him with disgust. I knew the other men would be just like him, so I left them unconscious as I opened the door in which the other man went out of earlier.
I quickly used mind-link with the rest of my pack members and told them to come. Ethan, Daniel and Michael were already on their way.
I stepped past the unconscious body and entered a dark hallway, but it was lit up by the moonlight. Pictures hung on the wall of a man with piercing green eyes. The pictures were when he was an infant and now till he was an adult. His skin was pale and he grinned in the photos. With every picture I saw, the more I wanted to barf.
This looked exactly like the man Jen always described to me.
The long hallway leaded to a single door at the end. I put my ear on the door. No noise sounded.
Taking a last deep breath, I slowly opened the door. My knife was held high in my hand and the gun from the man I killed was in my pocket.
The room consisted of a few couches and a desk at the very end. Papers were scattered over the desk. I glanced at them and saw they had Jenna’s name written all over it. Her pictures were stapled onto a board on the side of the room.
This man was some psychopath of Jen.
A tall leather chair stood behind the desk, facing away from where I stood.
“Zachary Edkins.” He said, loud and clear.
“I was waiting till you came to find your little mate…” he said, turning in his chair to face me.
He grinned.
“Where is she?” I asked making my voice deadly but he didn’t even flinch.
“Not here, of course.” He said laughing.
“Want a beer?” he asked as he reached down into his drawer taking a bottle out.
“Where is she!” I demanded.
He ignored me. “You know, I don’t think she will survive long in this blizzard. Along with her disgusting, rotten mother.” He said as he looked out of the large window at the other side of the room.
The snow was starting to fall hard. Everything was covered in an inch of snow already.
“What’d you do with her?” I asked as. My heart ached for the longing of my mate. My wolf was becoming weaker and weaker. I just needed to hear her voice. Know she was okay.
“She’d always cry when I’d kiss her. She was a weakling; her body was nice though nonetheless. I liked her mother better though. She was more patient with me.” He said as he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.
Anger traveled through my veins and my body shook with anger.
“Too bad I just wasted two perfect women right there. I could’ve used them as my slaves and take your sister, what was her name? Kaylen?” he said, grinning.
I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. How’d he know all this? How could he think all of this?
I struck a punch towards his face. He easily dodged it and reached for a knife hidden in his boot.
“Bad idea.” He said, taking the knife and making a cut across my cheek. Before he could get any further, I punched him in the faces a few times with all my might. He slipped the gun out of my pocket and pointed it to my face.
“When I find Jenna, I’m going to tell her how I killed you over, and over. I’m going to describe it in the very detail and make sure she won’t ever go a day without me telling her about your death.” He said as he was about to pull the trigger…
I kicked his legs with all my might and he fell with a loud thud. The gun flew out of his hands and was next to the giant, life-sized window. We both lunged towards it.
The gun was under my finger tips and if I could just reach out a little more I could get it and kill Ben.
He beat me to it though, because he grabbed my ankles, pulling me back and grabbed the gun.
Standing in front of the large window, he held out the gun pointing it at my figure. I gulped.
So this is it? This was how I was supposed to die?
“Goodbye Zachary.”
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