REGINA

33. White room

MARCE'S POV

The scene made my mind go numb for a minute. Every bed was occupied and there were many who just layed down on the floor for the nurses to treat on. The floors were covered by blood trails which the janitors were working on to get rid of. Wailing and grunting of my men were like acid being poured into my ears. The last time I had seen something like this was when...when my parents had fought for the pack........the brutal killings we suffered in order to gain the lands we have now...I was just a child. Those memories came flooding back, those dead men and women and among them were my mum and dad. Zack held on my shoulders as we both witnessed the dead bodies of our parents being lifted up from the dust. Alpha Female Stacy held my baby sister in her arms, just a few months old. That was the last time we saw such a war.

My eyes watered at the memory but quickly I wiped my tears and faced the nurses who were trying to treat the injured.
"Any serious case?" I asked the Head Nurse.
"I am sorry Gamma but two are in serious condition. The explosion had ripped their body badly. They might not survive."
I took a deep breath.
"Did you...see Zack?" My throat became painfully dry.
"No Gamma. We didn't see him among the injured." She looked back at the men who were groaning in pain.

''Ok. How long will they need in order to heal?"
"Some will be able to fight back in an hour but some are going to need weeks. There's no in between." She shook her head and bowed as she walked her way up to the injured. I sighed and tried mind linking with Zack for the hundredth time now but there was no connection. I mind linked with Alpha Rage and told him the details and then tried linking with Fiona.
But.........there was no connection. My hands turned cold. I breathed a shaky breath and tried again only for the link to reach a blind spot.

Fiona come on!

I tried several times but I couldn't reach her. What is wrong? When someone doesn't respond to a mind link it meant that the receiver wasn't in the state of joining the link. This can mean anything from being unconscious to.....death of that person. My throat felt dryer than ever. I mind link with Mia.

"Where is Fiona?"
"Marce calm down. She went inside survillance room. She's fine."
"She isn't responding to my mind link!" I ran a frustated hand through my hair.
"What?"

I lost my paitence and shifted into my wolf. Running at full speed I bumped into some men but didn't bother to look back. One had been screaming my name and in rage I turned back and bared my teeth at him. The reds of my eyes narrowed at the fragile man who lifted his arms in surrender. I turned back and ran up to the Pack house. Upon reaching I made my way up to the survillance room and shifted back. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I threw my body upon the door to break open. Mia kept on yelling Fiona's name and I kept on thrashing the door. One last blow and the door fell ajar. The room was dark, the monitors show static lines. I turned on the lights and began searching for Fiona but the blood smeared mats told a different story. Suddenly one of the monitors turned back on as a voice came up.
"Don't bother finding her. She ain't going out alive from my grasp." The voice faded out.
The words stung me like acid, making it hard for me to think straight. First Zack, now Fiona. What is going on? What just really happened that caused this chaos.... I couldn't think anymore. In frustration I threw a chair on the monitors and stormed out of the room. Howling I shifted into my wolf and ran out of the building, out of the pack, in search of her.
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Fiona's POV

It stung my eyes to open them. My head throbbed dangerously and my vision was blurry. My eyes burned and tears started flowing vigorously as soon as they made contact with air.
"Ugh, w-wh-what is this?" I looked down at my hands and saw blood on them. A sharp pain ran through my body as I tried to sit up. The room was spinning and I felt warm and sticky blood leaking from slashes and cuts on my arms and legs,blood dripping from my hair and going into my eyes and mouth. The dark room was only partially lit with a small flickering blub at the end of the room. I tried to get up only to be slammed back on the flood due to my spinning head. I held my throbbing head in between my palms and groaned. It felt as if my head would burst any minute now. It hurt to keep my eyes open so I quit the struggle and layed down. Breathing in the musty air I tried to calm myself down. With every breaths that I took in my body would shake in pain. Slowly I tried to open my eyes again only to be stung back on by the musty smelling air. I must be in some basement. I trailed my eyelids with a shaky finger and felt some waxy stuff being coated on my eyes. "Is this balm?" I thought to myself. Whatever it was, it made my eyes sting so I reached down my torso, my eyes till shut, and tore off a piece of my shirt. I quickly wiped my eyes with the piece and tried opening them again and this time it didn't sting much. Wiping my face with another piece of cloth I tried looking around the room I was in. The flickering light was of no use to be exact but having wolf eyes did make it a bit easier to identify the things around. The shadows of a small table caught my eyes. I slowly got up, wincing as the healed wounds on my back opened up again due to stretching. Moving up to the small table, my eyes fixed themselves to the dim light, I saw a small rusty key placed on a box. I reached up and touched the cold metal and waited for something to struck me, thinking of a trap. But when nothing happened I quickly grabbed the key and looked around for a door. My heart was pumping wildly, the booming sound making it clear in my ears. My palm felt like burning under the key. I dragged myself to the wall and began feeling the wooden wall wincing now and then when a splinter would poke my skin. I looked for some window or some door handles and I found one towards my left. Grabbing the handle I yanked it hard but nothing happened instead I felt the wounds of mine oozing blood from my arm. With my shaky hands I inserted the key in the knob and to my horror it didn't work. My body ran cold, the key falling on the flood with a loud noise. A shaky breath left my lips and I stumbled down the door, the cool metallic feel of the door calmed my back wounds. Where am I? For the first time this thought struck my mind. The flickering light went off and I was left in dark, the pain caused my eyes to shut and I turned unconscious all over again.
The flickering of a white light caught my eyes. I looked up to see a beautiful figure with shiny blue eyes staring back at me with fondness. The white flame had its arm extended towards me and I felt my own arm of dark blue moving up to meet the white light. "Son!" The white light cooed and I felt our arms interconnected, my own of dark blue drawing the white light. The figure now forming into that of a female winced but didn't let go of my arm. I moved my other arm to look at and saw how black my arm had been. "Am I hurting you?" My childlike voice startled me.
"No son never! You can never hurt me." The brightness was gone and now stood a lady with porcelain white skin, a shiny white dress draping her elegantly but her eyes loosing the shine as the time went by. I looked down at myself, the dark cloth was ripped at parts below my legs, the darkness of the blue arm was scaring me. I snapped away my arm from her, causing her to loose her balance and fall on her knees. I stepped back and shook my head, trying to get away from her. She spoke again, the arm I had held on was now completely covered in dark blue marks that looked like burned.
"I can't loose you again. You can draw all my energy but I want you near me, son." The lady wailed but I was scared, scared of killing her, I ran away from her. I ran as fast as I could , her screams caused me to look back in terror at times but I didn't stop. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder.......