Loving A Quiet Werewolf (BoyxBoy) - Book 3

Chapter 11: Taken

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" I screamed at my parents. I had tears running down my face as I saw the empty bed and the blood on the floor.

"Matthew, I need you to calm down." Father said, gripping my arms.

"Calm down?! You want me to fucking calm down?! My mate just got kidnapped!"

Isaac and Oliver looked up at me with tears running down their faces. Their son got taken, my mate got taken, my best fucking friend got taken.

I felt myself start to get dizzy and Dad caught me. "Matthew, your head is still bleeding. We really need to get you to the pack hospital."

"I n-need to find Jack. I need to find him." I whispered.

"Matt, we have people working on it." Father stated

"I can't even feel him anymore! It's like he vanished from my life! Something bad happened!"

Let me explain what happened. After Jack had fallen asleep last night, I fell asleep after him, quickly. I woke up to feel someone gripping my arms. I fought back as I knew something bad was going to happen.

I had felt a strong force hit the back of my head and that's when everything went black. I had woken up for split seconds. I could hear screams and I knew it was my mate's. I had tried to get up, but my head was bleeding way too much.

"Matthew, go get checked out, okay?" Isaac said, standing in front of me.

"I-I-I'm so sorry-y." I said, then starting sobbing. Isaac wrapped his arms around my body, letting me cry into his shoulder.

"It's not your fault." Oliver whispered, setting his hand on my shoulder.

"It is," I whispered. "I should've known something was going to happen."

"You had no way of knowing, Matt. Don't blame yourself." Father whispered.

I sat down on my bed and put my hands over my face. "Why him? He's the nicest person ever. He shouldn't have been taken."

"No one ever should be, Matthew."

"Do we know anything about the people who took him?" I asked my father.

"No, Matt. They were very strategic and it seems like they had been planning it for awhile."

"Why him?"

"We don't know." Father whispered.

"This isn't fucking fair!" I screamed. I stood up, walking over to my dresser. I leaned against it and screamed in frustration again. I brought my fist up, slamming it into the mirror on the vanity.

I saw the blood run down my hand, but I didn't care. They took my mate. My mate.

"Matthew, calm down." Father whispered.

"I need him." I said, then sunk down onto the floor. I started sobbing into my knees, which were brought up to my chest. No one said anything because they couldn't say anything.

They couldn't say they were going to find him because they might not. They couldn't say that everything was going to be okay because they didn't know if it was going to be. If Jack dies wherever he is, I will die too.

"Come on, Matthew." Father said as him and Oliver helped me off the ground. They laid me in bed and I curled up on Jack's side of the bed. I cuddled the pillow he slept with every night.

"We'll give you some time alone. We'll be downstairs if you need us." Dad whispered, then they left.

I was all alone. No mate. No love. No life.