Awaken *EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 18

AN: This chapter is 1000% dedicated to Scruberri without I don't know if I would have had the the momentum to push through my block. Thank you ☺️

Scott

Waking up it felt as if my chest was being compressed. Slowly killing what life was left in this body. Forcing my eyes to start working again, they were greeted by a burning haze of smoke. The conference room was destroyed, a large chunk of the solid table was the source of pain in my chest.

Kaylin.

I sent her to the safe room on the 29th floor, but my mind couldn't sense her. Flinging the table off me I leapt to my feet and dashed out the room, ignoring the few bodies laying unconscious around me. Without blood my body healed as much as it could, the poison in the smoke was lingering in my system, causing my injuries to remain.

Using my speed I dashed to the stairs, I was slowed but still faster than any mortal. Kaylin's scent was covered by the scent of werewolves, and not the ones on His payroll. Droplets of her blood smeared on the floor and towards the emergency exit that lead to the roof. Ripping the door of the hinges I followed the trail, all that remained was one of Kaylin's shoes and a few smears of blood.

I fell to my knees in defeat, my injuries open and now nonexistent compared to the pain of losing Kaylin. The Guard was swarming the buildings now, assessing the attack. Even trained to ignore it, I could see the younger ones respond to Kaylin's blood. The look in their eyes craved her.

"He wants you in his office," the commander of The Guard notified me.

"Keep your men in check," I retorted back. With no intention of listening to his order I returned to my feet, my destination the armory. Alone I would need some weapons, and tools to defend from attacks like this.

Descending more stairs, entering the armory I began filling two bags. First aid kits including antidote serum for the poisonous gas, guns, stakes, daggers, gas bombs, money, disposable phones, and really anything else I could get my hands on.

"It's foolish," His voice intruding my rushed thoughts.

"It's foolish she was taken to begin with. Dogs breaking in? Taking her? Clearly your subjects aren't as competent as you say they are," my words full of anger, hate, and desperation. I needed her. Kaylin's soft warm skin under mine, her calming presence seeping into my core. Her beauty blinding me, dissolving away all other things.

"Scott, no one could have predicted this. Clearly there's something more to this, you need to stop and think," advising me.

"What more is there to think about?!" I screamed. "She's my my Soul! Kaylin's mine, the bond has begun to pull yet she doesn't wear my Seal to protect her!" ranting as I finished filling and zipping up the bags.

My next stop would be to the basement level for blood. I needed to flush this blood out of me, replenish, and be at my strongest to regain Kaylin. Shock was wearing off, my mind and body no longer felt the nudges of her emotions.

"Scott, you forget your place. I have given you a mission already," his arrogant stance loomed behind me.

"You're losing it old man if you think I'll simply leave while she's out there, 'Uncle Richard'," I spat, pushing past him towards the blood rooms.

"You may not believe it but I do have affection for the girl. She's like a daughter, I've helped raise her, provided all the advantages a child could want, tolerated that man-,"