~BOOK 2~ Paranormal: A Lycan's Fearful Past (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 21.5 - Rachael

In the blink of an eye, the war we were fighting was over. The wolves that were flooding through the windows like wasps vanished, and the dead ones disintegrated to dust. All of us breathlessly stood there, anticipating for something else to happen, for another wave of terror to come our way. But it never did.

Patrick stepped towards me and pulled me into his chest, holding me close and kissing me on the head. "It's over," He murmured, "We're safe."

"Where's Kenya?" I couldn't shake this feeling off, that something wasn't right. I pushed myself away from him and started for the opened door.

"She's probably fine. She may be finishing off any leftover rogues," Bruno suggested.

"No, no she's not fine," I muttered as a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I stepped outside and looked left and right, noticing the only window of the pack house illuminated by a yellow light. I took in a sharp breath and started running towards the house.

I darted up the steps and jumped through the threshold, immediately going for the stairs. However, before I could go any further, a gust of wind blew past me and, standing at the top of the steps, was Pete, blocking my way.

"Pete, let me through," I demanded, my breaths short and uneven.

"Rachael, I wouldn't go up there," He warned me.

"You can't tell me what to do, Pete." In common recent fashion, my vision became contorted and I unconsciously extended my hand out. "I thought we established that years ago." I flicked my wrist and Pete was sent flying to the side. I stomped up the steps and turned down the hallway, headed towards the room with the only light on.

I stopped in the opened doorway and saw the gruesome scene, a sea of blood covering the floor. Kenya and Brutus were sprawled out on the crimson stained ground next to one another.

I cautiously stepped into the room, approaching Kenya's body and kneeling down beside it in the thick red liquid. I stared at her for a little before shrieking in despair. Within seconds, Anthony, Patrick, and his friends appeared behind me. Bruno followed shortly after and stood in shock. He quickly knelt before her body, taking her in his arms, and then hugged her lifeless body as tears streamed down his face.

Patrick pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me back. Everyone stood and watched as loud sobs escaped from Bruno's mouth while he rocked back and forth with Kenya's corpse.

"What now?" Pete asked the question we all had on our minds.

"Well first we're going to need to bring her back to life." We all looked back and saw Brendon standing in the doorway, his hands slipped into his pants pockets and a grim smile stretched across his face. "Take her to the hospital. I have people there who will know what to do. I think Bruno, Anthony, and the rogues would be more than willing to do that. Wouldn't you, fellas?"

There was no refusal as to follow Brendon's orders. Bruno lifted Kenya out of the red pool and carried her out of the room, as if she were a bride. The werewolves all exited the room after hm, Brendon intently watching them all leave. Once they were all gone, he turned his attention to me and said, "Secondly, we're going to need to fix your mistake." I bit my lip, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Patrick didn't, though.

"What do you mean?" He inquired.

"Rachael knows," was all my long-time friend stated before abandoning the vampires and me.