The Gamma's Daughter

Chapter Fifty Three

James

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What do I tell her Mother? What do I tell my Mate who she calls a Soul Sister sent from the Moon Goddess herself? How can I fix this? There are so many questions and yet I know the answers to none of them.

I do know one thing though. The man I have come to know as a Brother is gone. His mind is dead, Soul disappeared, taken over by his dark side never to be seen again.

He felt it. When she died he didn't know that she was going to wake up. All he knew was what he could feel. The blinding pain of two Souls ripping apart leaving him alone for the first time in his life.

He felt it. From birth our souls are never our own or alone. We have always had that second piece of our Mates within us to help us find one another and when he found her, her very souls inside his body became known to him.

He felt it. He has lived for the moment to have her and when he felt like he finally had her.. a war split them apart. A war that should have never happened and taken the many lives of our men and woman.

He felt it. The pain of losing them, then when things couldn't get worse for him he became lost. Lost in the woods with no way of knowing which way was home. Then it happened. She died in my arms after unknowingly giving her life for my safety. For Brian's safety.

He felt it. He lost all will to live and return to cope with losing the one very thing he had left in this world to love the most.. He gave up. He surrendered into the darkness not wanting to see another light of day again.

I look at his malnourished and dehydrated body as he sat facing the wall in his cell. He was looking down at his hand quietly. The same hand he nearly took the life of his Mate with.

He felt it again. That same blinding pain that would bring the strongest man to his knees. The pain of losing his Mate. Now he is not just lost, but confused.

I wish I could say I trusted him and that this whole situation would prove to him she is in fact alive. To let him know it's safe to come back now, but sadly I can't. I can't trust him not to harm anyone else. If he could bring himself to try to kill his own Mate twice, what would he do to mine or the Pack?

This is a harsh reality of an on going torture to the Supernatural beings. When we lose that other half of us, we lose more than their Soul. Our Mates deaths take a piece of us with them to find us again when we join them in Heaven. As for losing our sanity? It doesn't always happen, but when it does it's truly heartbreaking to watch someone go through.

The pain of losing someone you love can never be truly overcome or forgotten. It doesn't even become easy to manage. Some people just get used to the feeling of grief and think they are getting better with time, but that's not the case.

Other's.. well they just can't process all the hurt, anger, and agony so they go mad. They take our their anger on anyone near them hurting them badly or worse killing them. They deal with their sadness by being alone believing they are better off that way. Rouged for the rest of the short life we all have.

I wish I knew what to do, but I don't. It's an Alpha's duty to protect his Pack even if doing so mean having to make one of the hardest decisions in his life. I can't keep him locked up forever, but I also can't take the life of the crazed man I once called Brother. I just can't, but I know if I have to I have no choice.

"Seb."

He tilted his head to the side showing me he was listening, but never made another move after that.

"You need to get better, man. Please don't make me have to do something I could never forgive myself for."

He went back to looking down at his arm and ignoring me. He knew exactly what I meant. Even if it was his dark side, he knows. If he goes mad.. I'll have to kill him.