His Savior

They Did It

~Cory~

               I'm so so tempted to end him right here and right now. Laslo is passed out, and it would take nothing for me to snap his neck this way or even rip his throat out. A hand into his chest, going for the heart, would work as well. Something in me is telling me that isn't the way to go, that I need to be better about this.

               I let Laslo drop to the floor and get some warriors to fit him with silver chains so he can be transported back. Nona is still holding onto my mate, and it's a bit troublesome. I want nothing more than to rip her from Nona and truly show her how much I missed her. It is a struggle to hold myself back at this moment, but I really don't have much choice.

              "What are you going to do with him?" Nona is using a whispered voice. A part of me doesn't understand why she should care, but then again, it makes sense. They were fated mates, and that is something hard to turn off. Yes, they rejected each other, but those feelings can still linger to some degree.

               "I plan to bring him to justice in front of the pack. They need to see their sham of leaders and the consequences that come with what they did." Nona nods, and Zahara starts to walk her toward a waiting vehicle. I touch Zahara's arm as she walks past. She turns to look at me but doesn't stop walking.

I need you....desperately.

You will have me, love. I just need to get Nona settled, and then I'm all yours.

               I sigh internally. I realize we have obligations to others and the packs, but right now, I need my mate. I need her like I need air to breathe, and having to wait is beyond torture. I don't know how much self-control I can muster, but I will need to find resolve somewhere.

               The warriors have Laslo, his mother, and their Gamma locked up in chains. They are being put into a big van and will be escorted to the cells when we get back. Thankfully it's so late at night because the pack will be extremely quiet for our return.

               I plan to announce myself to the pack tomorrow, and I will also handle the public punishment of these prisoners. I want everyone to see what will happen if they cross me or mine. I give orders for things to be cleaned up and leave it all in Lennox's capable hands.

               We make the short trip back to Wild Tails pack, and I head to the packhouse. I have no idea where Zahara went, but I plan to find her right now and make good on reuniting. As soon as I walk into the packhouse, I see several people sitting in the front room, including Elder Langston. I have no idea how he even beat me here.

               Everyone stands up as soon as I walk through the door, and I get the distinct impression they were all waiting on me. I make eye contact with Elder Langston, and he gives me a slight nod. I close my eyes for a second before heading to the stairs, motioning for everyone to follow me.

               I sit at the desk in the Alpha's office, well, I guess my office now. People start to file inside, and Elder Langston sits across from me at the desk. "You know, it isn't official until you end Laslo's life. The terms of the challenge are clear."

               "I understand, but why not kill two birds with one stone. I will end him while also driving a point home. If I'm to take over this pack, it has to be done in a decisive way." Elder Langston looks at me for a while before nodding. He sits back and listens to the different reports that are being given to me.

               Beta Cyrus walks in and clears his throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you may want to see this." He places a journal, some loose paper, and a small tape on the desk. I look at the items and look back at him in question. "We found these while going through the Alp- well, Laslo's things as well as Margaret's. We went over them and.....well.....there are detailed records about what happened to your dad." Time seems to stop around me. I can't breathe, can't think, can barely function.......

               "Th......they killed my dad?" My voice barely comes out, but everyone hears me. No one has an answer for me but Cyrus, who simply nods. I know I didn't have much time with my dad, but the time I did have meant something to me. I miss him every day, and I can only wonder what life would have been like if he had lived. I want nothing more than to run into those cells and rip them to pieces, but I have to look at the bigger picture.

               I may not be able to end them now, but I need some type of release. I jump up and run out of the room. I head out of the packhouse and run to the tree line. I don't wait to change; I shift, allowing my clothes to shred around me. I let Sylas take over, and we bound through the woods, trying to push the rage out of our body.

               We run through the woods for hours, tearing through bushes and trees. Our body is being clipped by loose branches, thorns, and other items that we are coming into contact with. The anger inside is enough to numb the body to the pain that we are being dealt. The sun starts to peak along the horizon by the time I finally see the packhouse come into view. I shift back to my human form and slowly walk toward the packhouse.

               Zahara is sitting in a chair outside the backdoor. She has clothes on her lap, and she is looking out to the woods. As I walk closer to her, she stands up, placing the clothes on the chair behind her. Zahara takes a few steps and stops with her arms held open. I walk into her arms and wrap mine around her body, taking in her heavenly scent. "I heard everything. I'm so sorry." I sniffle in her neck, trying to keep the tears from breaking free. "I brought you clothes. We can go and look over everything together. I'm here for you, Cory, no matter what." I pull back to look at Zahara and become overrun with emotions. I change into the clothes she brought, and we walk hand in hand into the packhouse.