Mending the Mechanic's Heart

Crossing the Line

The roar of engines filled the air, a symphony of power and precision as the X-Hunters team geared up for another race. The energy was electric, the crowd buzzing with excitement, but there was an undercurrent of tension among the pack members. Despite the apparent calm, there was always a lingering fear—one they couldn't shake after everything that had happened with Bank.

Pon had decided to come to the race with Aon, wanting to support Sailub and the team. He knew it wasn't entirely safe, but Sailub had promised that security would be tight. Besides, the atmosphere at the races always brightened Aon's mood, and after the recent turmoil, Pon wanted nothing more than to see his baby happy.

As the race began, Pon kept a close eye on Aon, who was sitting in his stroller, clapping his hands and giggling at the sight of the cars zooming by. Pon smiled, his heart swelling with love for his son. For a moment, it felt like things were normal—like they could finally breathe again.

But that moment was fleeting.

In the chaos of the crowd, Pon didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. Bank moved with terrifying speed and precision, his eyes locked on Aon with a twisted determination. Pon's heart dropped as he recognized the man, but before he could react, Bank was already upon them.

"Get away from us!" Pon cried out, desperately trying to shield Aon with his body. But Bank was relentless, his hands gripping Aon's stroller with a force that made Pon's blood run cold.

"You think you can keep him from me?" Bank snarled, his voice low and venomous. "He's mine."

"No, he's not!" Pon shouted, panic lacing his voice as he tried to push Bank away. But Bank was stronger, more desperate. He yanked Aon from the stroller, ignoring the baby's terrified wails as Pon struggled to stop him.

In the struggle, Bank lashed out, striking Pon hard across the face. Pon cried out in pain, stumbling backward as his vision blurred. His last coherent thought was of Aon—of his baby being taken away—before he collapsed to the ground, darkness consuming him.

Aon's screams echoed in the air, piercing through the noise of the race. It was a sound that cut through the pack like a knife, and in an instant, everything changed.

From across the track, a pack member named Garfield saw the commotion. His eyes widened in horror as he recognized Bank, clutching Aon in his arms, Pon lying motionless on the ground. Without a second thought, Garfield bolted toward them, his mind racing. He had to act fast—Bank was making a scene, and it wouldn't be long before Sailub noticed.

"Let go of him!" Garfield shouted, charging at Bank with all the force he could muster. Bank barely had time to react before Garfield was on him, wrestling Aon from his grip.

Bank growled in frustration, but before he could retaliate, Garfield delivered a sharp blow to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. With Aon safely in his arms, Garfield backed away, his eyes blazing with fury.

But the damage was done. The scene had caught the attention of the pack, and Sailub—who had been in the middle of the race—was already storming toward them, his face a mask of pure rage.

"Sailub!" Garfield called out, his voice strained as he held Aon tightly. "It's Bank! He tried to take Aon!"

Sailub's eyes locked onto Bank, who was still doubled over in pain. His heart pounded with a terrifying mix of fear and fury, and without a second thought, he rushed toward them, his entire body trembling with anger.

Bank looked up just in time to see Sailub coming for him. There was no mercy in Sailub's eyes—only a cold, burning hatred that promised pain. Bank tried to stand, to defend himself, but Sailub was faster. He grabbed Bank by the collar, lifting him off the ground with a strength fueled by pure, primal rage.

"You dared to touch my son?" Sailub's voice was deadly quiet, his eyes blazing as he tightened his grip. "You dared to hurt Pon?"

Bank struggled, but it was no use. Sailub's grip was like iron, unyielding, and in that moment, Bank realized just how deep he had dug his own grave.

Sailub didn't wait for an answer. With a snarl, he slammed Bank against the nearest wall, the impact reverberating through the air. "You're done, Bank. I'm going to make sure you never get near my family again."

Aon's cries cut through the tension, and Sailub's gaze snapped to his son, who was trembling in Garfield's arms, his small face streaked with tears. The sight of Aon—so scared, so vulnerable—made something inside Sailub snap.

He turned back to Bank, his voice low and cold. "You're going to pay for this. Every bruise on Pon, every tear Aon shed—I'm going to make sure you pay for all of it."

Just as Sailub was about to deal the final blow, pack members rushed over, pulling him back. "Sailub, stop! We need to get Aon to safety!"

Sailub hesitated for a moment, his rage still boiling just beneath the surface. But then he looked at Aon, who was reaching out for him, crying for his Dada. The need to protect his son overwhelmed everything else, and with a final, deadly glare at Bank, Sailub let the pack members pull him away.

Garfield quickly handed Aon to Sailub, who held his son close, his hands trembling as he soothed the pup. "Shh, it's okay, baby. Dada's here. I've got you."

Aon buried his face in Sailub's chest, his small body still shaking with fear. Sailub pressed a kiss to Aon's head, his heart breaking at the sight of the mark on Aon's arm—a mark left by Bank's cruel grip.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Sailub looked over to where Pon lay on the ground, unconscious and hurt, and his heart lurched in his chest. He quickly handed Aon back to Garfield, his voice urgent. "Get him to safety. Now."

Without another word, Sailub rushed to Pon's side, his heart pounding in his chest. He gently lifted Pon into his arms, his breath catching at the sight of the bruise forming on Pon's cheek.

"Pon, please..." Sailub whispered, his voice breaking as he held his mate close. "Stay with me, love. I need you."

Pon stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips, but he didn't wake. Sailub's heart clenched with fear, but he refused to let it consume him. He had to stay strong—for Pon, for Aon.

As the pack rallied around him, Sailub carried Pon toward the waiting car, his mind racing with a singular thought: Bank would pay for this. He would make sure of it.

And no one—absolutely no one—would ever threaten his family again.