Twenty-Seven: Rage
Ava
I woke up to the feel of Mates touching me lovingly. I stretched, a delicious soreness in body. I opened my eyes to find them both leaning up on their elbows, looking down at me. I smiled as I leaned up to kiss them both gently.
"Good evening my loves." I said, and their eyes widened.
"Love?" Elijah asked, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"You love us? Truly?" Emilio asked, his eyes turning red, a shine that only tears brought in them.
"Well of course I do." I said. There was a long pause before they both crushed me, attacking me with their love.
"We love you too!" Elijah said as he kissed my cheek.
"We do. More than anything." Emilio said, pecking my lips. I laughed in the dark of the night as my Mates and I enjoyed our own company. I had turned, laying on my stomach as I faced my Mates who lay on their back now.
"I won." I said as I looked out the window. They both looked confused.
"What do you mean Love?" Emilio asked, his fingers brushing my cheeks.
"You said that by the full moon you would have me begging for you." I said.
"And beg you did. Or shall I remind you 'please.'" Elijah said with a cocky smirk. I pointed out the window and they tilted their heads up to look through the shades.
"Well damn." Emilio said. It had now been two days after the full moon.
"I win." I repeated and this time they chuckled, conceding.
I felt an odd pulse in my stomach for a moment and paused. No way.
"Everything okay Sweetheart?" Elijah asked.
"Yes, just a cramp I think." I said even though I wasn't so sure. Was it possible? So quickly?
"Are you s-" but the pounding on our bedroom door cut him off and they both stood. Emilio stayed beside me as Elijah put on his boxers and went to the door. He opened it.
"Alpha!" Adrian's voice floated through the door.
"What is it?" Elijah said.
"Alpha, the Hunter, Mikayla has returned. She is badly injured!" I stood immediately, dressing as fast as my Mates.
I left the room and flew downstairs to find my friend sitting on the hardwood floor, blood pouring out of her shoulder, clothes torn everywhere. I knelt beside her, cradling her arm.
"I need the First Aid kit and a bowl with hot water and clean towel, now!" Adrian turned and ran towards the kitchen and I turned back to Mikayla.
"What happened?" I asked as I tried to assess the damage done to her. Her mask was still in place, barely, hopefully they hadn't seen her face. Her eyes were droopy, tired from the blood loss more than likely. Her blond hair was no longer in it's originally neat ponytail, instead it was frayed and tangled with leaves stuck in it.
"H-he was ready. It was McElroy for sure. He's hiding not too far from pack borders. In an abandoned barn." Adrian came in then, opening the kit for me. He set the water aside and I turned to my Mates.
"Men need to leave the room, I need to take her clothes off. And get a doctor, I only have basic medical training for my job." They quickly walked out the front door, the closest door to us now. I grabbed the scissors from the kit and sliced through her already tattered shirt. I gasped at the amount of puncture wounds and claw marks marring her body.
"I have to clean the wounds before stitching you up. It's going to hurt." She nodded.
"Talk to me, what happened?" I said as I dabbed at the first wounds, causing her to wince.
"I was watching him from the roof, there was a hole in the roofing. He had a couple of people inside. T-they were talking about how the other Rogues have been watching you since you killed the other t-three. Ah!" she cried out as I poured the hot water over the deep gashes on her shoulder.
"They don't know you're Pantherea, but they still want to kill you for killing their so c-called 'pals'. McElroy wants to kill you for w-what happened to his M-Mate. He wants to kill the Alphas t-too, for not rejecting y-you." She said.
"How'd you get wounded?" I asked as the door slammed open and the doctor came in, bag in hand.
"Goodness." The gray-haired woman gasped as she saw Mikayla.
"Please, help me, I've cleaned the wounds with hot water but my knowledge of stitches is very limited." I said as she bowed.
"Yes Luna, right away." She said as she came to Mikayla's other side.
"T-they had other Rogues patrolling. I didn't pay attention, it was my fault. They've created a massive gimmick of a pack entirely made of Rogues. I took out two, but there were too many and I was too injured to continue fighting. I tried to flee, b-but they caught me." Her eyes started tearing up at her throat worked to continue speaking.
"M-McElroy, he...he did things to me." My heart dropped in my stomach, my blood running cold.
"M-Mikayla, please don't tell me he..." I trailed off as fresh tears poured down her face.
"No." I said. She nodded.
"I was saving myself for my Mate you know? And, he laughed. He laughed as I begged him to s-stop. I tried to fight him but there were too many." She sobbed then grimaced "AGH!" she screamed as the doctor's needle broke through her skin. I felt tears of my own in my eyes as something dark boiled inside of me. It would explain why her leggings were torn at the hip. Mikayla looked as though she might pass out any minute now.
"How did you get out of there Mikayla?" I asked as she tried hard to keep her eyes open.
"He kept me alive to give you a message." She said.
"What message?" I asked.
"They attack at dawn." She said before she passed out entirely.
"Mikayla?" I said, trying to wake her.
"Doc?" I turned to the woman.
"She'll live, I just need to finish this stitching. Go to the Alphas, dawn is merely a handful of hours away." She said.
"Thank you." I said before standing.
McElroy had attacked me, for his Mate's death that I had had nothing to do with. I had forgiven that. But for what he did to Mikayla? No, I would never forgive such a disgusting coward's actions.
I stepped out onto the porch.
"Ava?" Elijah asked gently, looking at me like I was going to break. Kyle and Peter had gotten here at some point as well and everyone, my Mates included looked at me as though they did not know me.
"Love?" Emilio pushed, "What happened?" he asked. I looked down, seeing the blood, Mikayla's blood all over my hands. Mikayla, the highly spirited Solis. Her code name had been created after her bright smile and positive nature. She was never sad, she never cried. She was an excellent warrior and had never let the darkness of battle taint her pure heart. All she wanted was to fight for the good of our kind and find her Mate soon. To live a life of adventure and love. She had saved herself and McElroy had taken it away from her. For what? To get back at me? To make his point?
My fingers curled into a fist as my body filled with a dark rage.
"I had vowed to never kill another living creature. That was my skill set. In all my years as a Hunter, I had never once kill another wolf. I broke that vow when the pups in this pack were in danger." I lifted my head to look at both of my Mates.
"And at dawn, I will burn that vow to ash. Because I will kill him."
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Ugh this chapter made me so sad to write, but it's finally done. I'm glad I finished it now because I wouldn't have been able to tonight. I'm getting my sleeve worked on finally after two years! Whoop whoop! lol How many of y'all have tattoos? How many want one but can't seem to get it? How many don't care for tattoos at all?
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J. Vas