Mates with Alpha Dylan

The Loss

Pain.

[peyn]

Physical suffering or distress.

A distressing sensation in a particular part of the body.

My heart.

That's where I feel said sensation.

My whole world has crumbled, and I can't even move.

I can't breathe.

It hurts to.

Mentally I'm flying down those flights of stairs, getting in my car and racing home not giving a damn whether I get chased down by cops or not.

Mentally I'm back home looking around to see if any of my pack members survived.

Mentally I'm looking around for my dad.

But physically?

In reality?

I have a concerned Alpha Jason on one side and all other trackers, trying to decipher what the hell is happening on the other.

I have no words.

I can't speak.

I can't think.

Everything I had was gone.

The next thing I know, I'm running.

Faster than ever before.

I hear muffled cries of concern but I have no time to explain.

I need to get to my dad.

Everything was blurry.

And then I felt the tears run down my cheeks.

I was crying.

And this time I didn't try to stop it.

I was crying for my mother.

I missed her so much.

I was crying for my pack members.

I was crying for my pups.

My poor little pups.

I was crying for my closest pack members.

They'd never get to see their mates again, or even at all.

I was crying for the souls who died trying to protect each other.

But most of all, I was crying for my father.

He gave me the strength I needed to carry on when I felt like giving up.

He gave me the best advice.

He brought light into the darkness that once consumed me.

I went into a severe depression when my mom died and he brought back the joy I needed even though he himself was broken.

He had given me life.

He was my life.

And now he's gone.

I drove.

I drove and I kept driving until I was in my territory again. The smell of the blood was so much stronger than I had anticipated which only means that they were all gone.