The Demon and His Plaything

15| Stark reality

Samantha woke slowly. She tested her body as she moved, feeling okay all things considered.

She opened the robe and checked Derek's nips on her. Most had practically healed, there were a few that were going to take a few days to go completely. She reached back and felt the one on her neck. It was actually not the worst one, Derek's wolf not trying to kill he had just been rough there, causing the most bruising. The worst one was on her forearm, where he'd bitten her foreleg as she tried to twist away from him at one point. She hadn't been trying to get away but he'd been incensed and reacted harshly to every move that had seemed like less than complete surrender.

She had felt raw after her time with Godrick, the added fury Derek's wolf unleashed on top had been bracing. Testing how steady she felt on her feet, she climbed out of the bed. Her legs still felt rubbery but she could walk. She saw a note from Derek.

Something happened at the Half Moon Pack. We're heading there. Will link when I can.

I'm sorry

Derek.

She groaned as she remembered where her phone was. She stuck her head out of Derek's apartment. The Beta hall was clear. She trotted to the stairwell and took it up to her floor. There was no movement on her floor either as she made her way to the Alpha penthouse.

She called out as she entered, not really expecting anyone to be home. She quickly got dressed, opting for a maxi dress and a light high-neck jumper over the top. Thankfully, she had lots of clothes to cover up marring on her skin.

She was just arriving where she hid her backpack, leaving the packhouse via the back way, when she felt Derek trying to reach her. "I just had to get something I left outside yesterday." She answered immediately, assuming he had just gone back to his room to see her gone.

"Something really bad happened." His voice in her head sounded broken.

"Where are you now?" She looked at her phone. It was surprisingly still on, with twenty per cent battery. She had a bunch of missed calls and messages from Godrick. She groaned. She couldn't deal with that right now but she opened up the messages nonetheless.

Her brown furrowed in confusion by the messages of concern from her demon mate. I'm fine, sir, she messaged him quickly.

Jamming her phone into a pocket, she stuffed the bag back into the hole, thinking she would get it later. She lifted her head after Derek didn't respond after a few seconds. "Derek, where are you? I'll come to you."

She felt her mother. Frowning, she let the link in. "Sammy. Come to the pack hospital."

"What's going on?" She asked panicked. "Derek?" She called to him again.

She ran to the front of the packhouse and could see people rushing about, piling sheets and towels into cars. The hospital was only a short five-minute drive–she could run it in about double that time.

"Samantha!" That was Patrick. "You on your way to the hospital? We're running supplies. I'll give you a lift."

She angled into his car and jumped in. Her mind was reeling. "Patrick, what happened?"

"You don't know?" He sounded surprised. "The Half Moon Pack was attacked last night. Half the pack is dead."

~*~

Samantha ran through the hospital halls, ferrying supplies. They were bringing in the wounded that were too hurt to wait for treatment back at their own pack hospital and not hurt so badly they couldn't be moved. The air was filled with cries and people yelling orders. The pack hospital was only the small side, its main purpose not dealing with dozens of wounded.