His Revenge

Chapter four

I'm finally strong enough to move around on my own, so I go to see what is left of my home. David and Chris were against my coming back here saying no good could come from it.

Now I know why, everything has been burnt to the ground. The once beautiful home I had has been reduced to no more than blackened skeletal remnants of a structure. They even burnt out the safe rooms with our people inside.

I'm the only survivor of that horrible nightmare. David had told me his people had searched everything and buried all of our dead, except for those traitors who helped with the atrocities that night.

No they were tried to the shame stone and left for scavengers. What is the shame stone you may ask? Well for those who commit the most heinous of crimes, they are chained to the shame stone with silver chains and left there to die. Usually it's for rapist and traitors who put the pack at risk.

Making my way through the rubble is difficult, I keep hearing the screams and seeing the last moments of my family as they were taken from me. I was hoping that I could salvage something... anything, but I don't think anything survived.

Regardless of that fact I continue my search, though I'm not sure why. Moving a broken burnt out beam from my path something shiny catches my eye. Digging it out I see it's a metal box with my name inscribed on the lid.

I've never seen it before, opening it I see a hand written note, it's from Mallory.

Carefully I open the envelope and begin to read.

To the best mate and soon to be daddy
Here is a "treasure box" for your desk. I know it's hard to have pictures of your twin out, so I put pictures of all our family in here so she has company. I would have given you like a locket or something but we won't all fit and you probably won't wear it anyway. Hope this is a good substitute for when you feel the need to see us and we're not around. I love you so much!

Your loving mate,
Mal

I look through the box and sure enough there are pictures of all of them in there, even the sonogram pictures of our girls.

I didn't even realize that I was crying till a harsh sob ripped it's way out of my throat. I screamed my rage and sorrow for all I've lost.

How could the universe be so cruel as to rip everything away at the most happy moment I had lived till then? Who had I hurt in a past life to earn me this?

I begged the Goddess for answers the wouldn't come, much like the death I wished had taken me. What could she possibly want from me?

I'm not sure how long I sat there in the ruins of my home, but I eventually made my way to the cemetery that was erected for all those who had died. Scanning each head stone as I past I look for my family's.

When I find them I see Bronx's is next to them. The stones were all tastefully designed and made of polished marble. I wish that I had the foresight to bring flowers but honestly right now I'm surprised that I'm remembering to dress myself.

I look down to check and see that I am indeed dressed. I'm wearing clothes that fit but doesn't really fit what I would normally wear. Instead of going back to David and Chris' house I curl up next to Mal and our girls head stone and fall asleep.

I dream of the day we picked the names of our girls, we decided on Josey, for my kidnapped twin and Rosey. We were going to tell my parents after the party....

I wake to hear David and Christopher yelling my name. I pop up as they run towards me.

"What happened now?" I ask still holding the "treasure box."

"Holy shit thank the Goddess you're ok.." Chris starts to cry.

I look at David perplexed.

"We've been looking for you, we were worried you might have tried to commit suicide or something," he tells me honestly and I get it.

Losing one's mate can drive you insane, and I've lost everything. "No, I just came to see them. Did I tell you guys that Bronx was Holly's mate?" I ask and they shake their heads.

"He found out that night, he died trying to protect her and my other siblings as well as Mal and our girls. We chose Josey and Rosey for their names," I say looking at the stone that says Mallory and her twins on it.

"We'll update the girls stone and have Bronx's grave put next to Holly's," Chris says and I just nod.

Deep down I know that my rage is waiting to get out to search for it's intended target, But it's not the time yet. I have to rebuild my strength and when I'm ready Goddess knows I'll kill anyone who stands in my way.

Christopher's POV

Oh thank God we found him alive if he died too... I don't even want to think it.

I call and make the preparations for the juggling of grave placement so to speak and also for the update to Mallory and their girls stone.

It breaks my heart that they never had a chance to live. David and I had been discussing adoption opportunities on our honeymoon when this all happened.

If I could I would kill the bastard who took my friends from me, who hurt Grey like this.

Silver lining I can tell he cried today, that's good right? I mean it means he can really start healing. On our way back to our house I noticed that he was clutching a metal box. I wanted to ask about it but bit my tongue not wanting to upset him in anyway. But I'm apparently not stealthy enough and he told us it was a gift for him from Mal. He hadn't known that it was there but I can tell it is what has cleared the haze from his eyes.

Goddess please help him find peace, and let us be able to punish the assholes who did this to him!