Chapter 4: Complications

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Red's POV:

I saw red. I planned to keep my cool, I rehearsed the whole thing in my head and given the snag with the gas and some pack moving in, I should've handled it better. But then I saw her and all the memories came flooding back. The way she hurt my brother, the way she tormented him, the way his mangled body looked when I finally found him after four fucking days of searching.

I saw red.

I lost count of how many times I sank that dagger into her. I didn't care that I was getting coated in her blood, I didn't care that after a while she was dead. I couldn't stop. I just ran it through her over and over until I was panting, until my arms got tired, until I could barely move anymore and the blood was splattered all over me and everything nearby.

The tears stung in my eyes but I refused to let them out. Not in front of her. Not over her. She didn't deserve shit except the gruesome death I gave her.

"Luna, look out!" Ezra yelled.

I snapped out of it just in time to hear the whistle of something flying towards me. I snarled and turned, catching the tranquilizing dart in my hand and snapping it in half, finding the culprit standing a few feet away, looking shocked.

I could use a fight but his scent clearly gave away he was part of this pack that messed up our plans. I couldn't fight with a pack if I was going to ask the Elders to let us become official. It wasn't like me to not stand my ground, but this was most likely a local pack and a local pack filing a complaint against us could cost us our blessing from The Elders. So I did what I hated more than anything.

I ran.

Something caught my leg and I hissed in pain, recognizing the feel of silver. I glanced down, seeing a cut in my calf and a silver dagger a few feet away.

"Stop," the man said his voice closer than I expected. "Stop fighting. You're coming with us."

"Like fucking hell I am," I growled, snatching the dagger from my calf and spinning around to swing it at him.

He narrowly dodged, jumping back and holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to kill you. We just want to talk. Don't make me put you out."

"I'd like to see you try," I said, letting my eyes drift up and down him to assess if I could take him. He may have been cute but he wouldn't last a second in our kind of life. He looked like he was used to a comfortable pack life. He wouldn't survive living a life like I did, like my pack did.

"I gave you the choice," he said, narrowing his eyes and reaching into his pocket.

Ezra came from the side and slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. "Luna, go," he said, trying to pin the wolf down. "Get out of here."

"I'm not leavin-"

I was cut off by something sharp in my neck. I groaned and reached back for it, finding a dart there. One just like it hit Ezra and I watched, horrified as Ezra groaned and sank down to the ground. I tried to fight the groggy feeling. I tried to stave it off but I couldn't. The world started moving, blurring, spinning, and then I fell but my head didn't hit the ground. Something caught my head.

"I gave you the choice, dammit, why didn't you take it?" a voice said before lowering me to the ground just as everything went dark.

I woke with the worst fucking headache. It was worse than a hangover, like I'd been hit by a goddamn train at full speed. I groaned and rolled over, feeling cold concrete beneath me. I panted and tried to open my eyes but my head screamed at me to keep them closed.

"You should drink some water," someone said. "It'll help."

That voice. I recognized that fucking voice. My eyes snapped open despite the pain but they couldn't stay wide open, the best I could do was squint as my head throbbed something awful.

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