A Warrior and his Omega

Epilogue

Third persons POV

His hunched body stood there, claws dripping with blood. His breathing was rugged as he looked at the mauled bodies of his pack. Alpha Eric and Luna Jackie's mauled bodyes laid at his feet. Their eyes opened wide with fear clear as day in their lifeless eyes.

Their mouth was agape with scream that now silent. Sylis looked around him, at every pack members bloody bodies. Some were disfigured as others were ripped apart and scattered across the ground.

Sylis fell to his knees and shifted back, his cries errupeted through the dead silent air. He'd done the very thing he feared.

He lost control.

The pain of losing Atticus was to much for him. He couldn't handle it so he snapped. The demon inside him had intensified the pain of losing his mate and he couldn't handle it.

"I warned you son. I tried so hard to have you're consent to turn him but now it's to late." Lucas said behind his sobbing son.

With one pat on his shaking shoulder Lucas vaniched into the night. Sylis' body shook uncontrollably as he stood to his feet and made his way towards the grave yard. He passed through the iron gates with a heavy heart as he made his way to his mates grave.

Once he came insight of the grey gravestone that had fresh dirt laying in front of it. He fell into his knees as he read the grave stone.

Atticus Black

1995-2015

"A beloved mate and husband."

He fell back onto his butt and placed his arms on his knees. He then placed his head on his arms and sobbed, he slightly rocked back and forth as he sat on his grave.

"Atticus. I'm so sorry! Im sorry I did this to you. You deserved someone so much better!" Sylis sobbed loudly into the night.

He looked at the small picture embedded into the grave stone and sobbed harder. The bright green eyes stared back at him, they haunted him when he slept. Hell they haunted him when he was awake.

"I love you so much baby boy." He sobbed and touched the gravestone as if it would break.

He could smell the death of his pack members as he walked back to the pack house with a heavy head.

The walls in the kitchen were coated with red as he walked over the dead bodies at his feet. He walked to his room and sat down on the bed, reaching in the night stand he pulled out two things.

Photos of him and Atticus together the other a gun. He laid the gun on the bed and looked through the photos.He could remember those days clearly. Those were the days where he had a smile, now he'd went back to his old secluded self.

Tear drops fell on top the pictures and he hunched over. He placed his hands on his head and tugged at his hair.

He placed the items back into the night stand and grabbed a pair of boxers. He looked at his mates bloody tux that laid in the chair next to the fire place and a lump formed in his throat. Hed realized the wounds were from the day Atticus had died the first time. They had reopened from there scarred state the moment he said his vows.

He slowly crawled into bed and pulled Atticus sweater, the one he had wore when they went ice skating, and pulled it to his nose.

He inhaled the lingering scent in one deep breath and the tears returned. Slowly he cried himself to sleep, the place where the nightmare wedding day replayed. On rare occasions he'd dream of the perfect wedding day, the perfect honeymoon. Then he would akwen and realize it was only a dream.

That his mate was dead and it was all his fault. He could do nothing to rewind the past and fix everything, he could do nothing to take the pain away. It would always return and nobody could take that pain away.

Sylis hated himself and wished it would have been him who the moongoddess had taken. He had begged the moongoddess to bring his mate back but she never answered.

This was his punishment for resecting his mate.

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Second book?

Maybe.

Possibly.

Yes.