Evolution

8

Ch 8 monsters

Trinity felt an unnatural cold and darkness and froze, least she attract the attention of whatever other-woldly creatures had come. The howl she felt more than heard terrified her wolf but her inner shadow reveled in it.

"Trin... Trinity!" Callen's voice pulled her back, she looked around terrified. His bloody hands pressed into her cheek as he forced her to look at him. "Trinity!"

"Callen, the moon... the hounds were here... they took the rogue's soul," she gasped shakily.

Callen looked horrified then pulled her against his chest. "Shhh Trin, it will be okay. We have to find Cami and Gabe."

She leaned against him trembling. In the distance, she could hear Coen's battle howl and the sound of dying wolves. Suddenly, her focus returned. "We can't kill all the rogues, this one said they took them to the sale."

"Took who?"

"Gabe and Camillia and some others, they are going to sell them and we have to know where," Trin exclaimed desperately. "They were heading north when I lost Gabe, he said Cami was hurt."

"Can you catch them?"

"I... I can try... Coen isn't answering me." She grabbed Callen and blurred them to Coen.

He was rampaging. It was a horrifying sight. He tore down four wolves at once, ripping their flesh into pieces. He ran down those trying to flee, and punished them for their cowardice with a gory death. Trinity and Callen were frozen for a moment. A wounded Paul was struggling to push himself up but collapsed again as Coen turned toward him. The teens knew raging warform often could not tell friend from foe.

"Coen, stop!" Trinity screamed. Shimmering herself to stand in front of Paul.

"Trin, get away from him," Callen yelled too late as Coen knocked her to the ground. Callen could do nothing but watch and pray to the moon goddess that his brother did not rip his mate into pieces.

Trinity stared up at him horrified, "Coen, please stop."

He snarled in her face and she whimpered in fear as he towered over her, the blood from his maw dripping on her. "Coen?"

Suddenly, her demoness pushed to the forefront, her eyes dilated and darkened as she changed, her voice dropped an octave as she spoke, "Enough my beast, the battle is done. We must tend the wounded."

His warform growled in her face, but her immortal shadow showed no fear. She sat, running her fingers through his bloody fur, murmuring and calling him back to her. Finally, he trembled and shifted into his mortal form, collapsing in front of her. His whole body was covered in blood, some of it his.

Coen looked up at her with haunted eyes, "I'm so sorry, my angel." Then he passed out from the giant wound on his side. Her shadow demoness looked around and blinked slowly once, then she was Trinity again.

"Is he?" Callen knelt next to her, for a moment neither spoke then the moans of the wounded Paul drew their attention.

"Get Coen, I'll grab Paul. I'll blur us to the pack hospital." Trinity's voice sounded freakishly high after hearing her inner self speaking.

"They took my sister," Paul groaned in pain, but was healing, he looked at them through bleary eyes. "They took your sister."

"We know but you need the doctor," Trinity insisted.

In moments, they were at the steps of the hospital. The Hospital yard where Coen had fought Alpha Blake was a flurry of activity. They staggered in under the burdens of their wounded loved ones. Callen tripped, taking Trinity with him and they collapsed in a heap.