Taken

24-The End

Jack's POV

She let out a whimper. Blood was gushing through the wound on her stomach. She fell on the ground, and her breath was laboured. She shifted back to her human form and I followed suit. I focused on her eyes. She wouldn't want me to take advantage of her nude body.

Jason left, and Eva's father followed. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to stay, but he couldn't. He resumed fighting.

I collapsed on the ground beside her. I knew that I wouldn't look at her parts, but I needed to see the wound. So I moved my attention from her eyes down to her stomach. 3 claw mark cuts ran across her stomach, and they looked bad. It wasn't just a scratch. I knew my mate would try to put it off, try to say everything's okay. But I also knew the truth.

I tried applying pressure to the wound. My hands were quickly dyed a crimson red. I felt something light on my hands. I looked down. It was my mate's pale hand.

"Jack, stop. It's not worth it." She was trying to reason with me. Trying to get me to stop, to let her go. I wasn't going to do that.

"I can't Eva!" I was still trying to block the blood flow, but there was so much blood.

"Jack?" I heard Eva's voice ask.

"I'm right here. I'll always be here," my voice broke, and my eyes were tearing up. I squeezed her hand. I felt helpless. I wanted to give her hope in a situation that had no hope. I felt her weakly squeeze my hand in return.

"Never give up. Find love after me. I want you to be happy Jack. Even if I can't be happy with you." She looked at me, and I saw a few stray tears run down her cheek. This made me even sadder.

"Don't say that! It's just a little bit of blood," I tried reasoning with her, but it wasn't working. I hugged her, wanting to say everything will be okay. But nothing will be okay, not anymore. Nobody here is a doctor, and nobody with medical training is close enough.

"A little? This is worse than my period." She tried smiling, and so did I. But both of our smiles turned into a grimace.

"Jack, it's too late..." She looked at me, then closed her eyes. And I knew that those beautiful dark eyes of hers would never open again.

"No! Eva! Wake up! Please," my voice trailed off into a whisper.

I cried. I'm not ashamed to say it. I wept over my mate. We just met, and she was being ripped away from me. I just got her to start talking to me. We were going to be happy. And now we're not.

Two fighters came to move their old heir out of the way, but whenever anybody got close I growled, covering her body with mine. Nobody touched what was mine. I was frightening people, and a small part inside of me felt bad, but that part wasn't in control. I was mad.

And it's all Jason's fault.

I stood up off the ground, abandoning Eva's body. I'd take care of a funeral for her later, after her killer was dealt with. I didn't want to leave her, but I was torn between anger and sadness. I felt bipolar. I was crying, then growling, then crying, and I was mad again.

While I was watching my mate die right beside me, none of the fighting stopped. Eva's dad was fighting Jason, with more determination than ever, obviously knowing his daughter was dead. I looked around me. Some fighters looked like they had lost hope. Their only heir to the Alpha title was dead. But none of them could be able to understand what I was feeling. The sad fighters tried to keep going, but we were losing the battle. It was an even match, but Eva's death effected us all. But none were as effected as me.

Eva's family knew her longer, they would be in pain. But not as much pain as me. She was my mate, my second half. And she's gone. It felt like my heart was being ripped in two. I only just met her and I was feeling like this. What if I had known her for years? I couldn't imagine the pain. But at that moment, I couldn't imagine any pain worse than what I was feeling.

Eva just forgave me. Things were going good. I thought that I might have even been able to hold her hand. But not anymore.

I only once got to feel her lips against mine, and it was just a peck. Jason took a proper kiss away from me. Her sweet strawberry scent was something I would never smell again. And that broke me.

I didn't want her to come here! This was all Mandy's fault for getting her! It was my fault for letting her come. I should've locked her in a room and got my own warriors. At least she'd be alive.

I continued blaming people. Anyone I could think of. Her dad, Madi, Daniel, anybody I could. I started thinking of ways I could've changed this. I then continued blaming people. But my mind always went back to Jason.

When I saw Jason, I saw red. Red is an ugly colour. Filled with rage and violence. Even when I was growing up and training to become an Alpha I never liked violence. But this situation changed me. Jason changed me.

And I was going to give him a piece of my mind. Because nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with the people I love.

I shifted again, and marched over to Jason. I pushed Eva's dad out of the way and I faced Jason head on. In his eyes I say fear, and I could only imagine the look on my face.

Red was still invading my vision. All different shades. A light red, a dark red, the same colour as Eva's blood. I let out a battle cry.

Maybe this is what it feels like to lose your mind.

The end.