Scott, my alpha (scomiche) AU

Chapter 37: After

Scott's POV

I hear a loud scream coming from the place Mitch was. I know it's not Mitch's voice though, because I can recognise Mitch's voice everywhere.

All the rogues stop fighting at once. I look at them dumbfounded. Why would they stop because of one scream? The only reason why they would stop is if something happened to their leader, which is Tom.

I run to the tree Mitch was in, Tom is there.

I try to mind-link Mitch but he closed himself off. God damn it!

When I arrive I see a sight that I've never expected to see. Mitch is basically ripping Tom's neck to pieces with his paws. I know he has long nails, so Tom must be dead or dying.

Mitch stares at Tom intently, not breaking his gaze from Tom's eyes. Tom is coughing up blood. I know there is no hope for him.

He stills after a few seconds, his body stopped moving completely. Mitch killed Tom. Brutally murdered him. I know what Tom put him through so I'm actually not that surprised that sweet Mitch finally cracked and killed Tom.

He passes out, right on top of Tom. I push through the crowd, getting everyone out of my way. I shift back in my human form, picking Mitch's wolf up.

I run to Will. He is in the forest just outside the square. We put him there instead of the clinic so he could be closer to the fight when there would be injuries.

Will is bandaging someone up when we arrive there, but he quickly gets his assistant when he sees me.

I lay Mitch down on the table again. He is on this table too much. Why is he always the one to get hurt? Sure I have a few scratches from the fight, but nothing as serious as Mitch.

I know that the first time he ended up on this table wasn't Mitch's fault. This time though, it's not entirely his fault bit he could've prevented it. I'm not as mad anymore as I was, but still. Mitch could've been killed. But he killed Tom. I know that's the best kind of justice you can have. Mitch is safe now, because Mitch brought himself safety. I can't help but be proud of him because of that.

"His right hind leg is fractured." Will's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "His left paw is broken. The rest of his paws just took a blow, when he landed on the ground, but are not broken or fractured. The rest of his body is fine." Will says. "It's best if he goes to surgery as soon as possible to set the bones straight."

"Okay." I lift Mitch up in my arms again to walk him to the clinic. We have to do the operation there.

I lay Mitch down on the operation table, trying to be as gently as possible.

I'm ushered out of the operation room so the doctors can do their jobs.

I know that it's not anything too serious and that Mitch is not going to die, but I'm nervous. How will Mitch react when he wakes up? Maybe he's disgusted by himself for killing another human being. Maybe he is very proud of himself. Knowing Mitch it will probably be somewhere in between.

The time is moving slow. I hate this waiting. What if he can't use his right hind leg anymore? That's also his right leg in human form. I'll just hope for the best.

Finally about 2 hours later, Mitch is wheeled in and put on a special bed for werewolves in wolf form.

"When he wakes up, he has to shift back so we can put him in a wheelchair." Will says.

"What about his legs and paws? Is everything okay?" I walk closer to Mitch, petting his fur.

"Yes, he will heal and return back to normal if he won't use his legs for at least 2 weeks. After that he has to be careful, but there is no permanent damage." I sigh in relief. No permanent damage. Mitch will be okay.

I hug Will tightly. He is startled at first, but then hugs me back. "Thank you, Will. For everything you've done for him."

Will smiles at me. "No problem, it was my pleasure." He looks at Mitch. "He will probably wake up in about an hour." He walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

An hour. I can survive that. I know he's okay.

I let Will's assistant bandage my graze on my shoulder in the mean time.

Mitch begins to still after 45 minutes. He opens his eyes, blinking a couples times. He just stares at me, probably confused.

"Mitchie." I say in a quiet voice. I know his ears are sensitive. "You have to shift honey."

He shakes his head, he doesn't want to. I can't blame him, everything probably hurts, and shifting is going to hurt even more but he has to.

"Please, Mitchie. If you just shift now, it will be less painful than if you wait. The painkillers haven't worn off entirely."

He shifts, it takes quite a long time because he is weak and clearly in pain.

He groans when he finally has shifted back. "I know, baby." I say, petting his hair. He looks at me with pained eyes. I really hate seeing him in pain, but I know it's going to be fine. He will be fine.

I take the wheelchair out of the corner of the room, and wheel it next to the bed. I lift him up under his armpits, and gently set him down in the wheelchair. "I'm going to be stuck to this thing, aren't I?" He asks, looking up at me.

"I'm afraid so, honey. But it's only for 2 weeks." I try to say reassuringly.

He sighs. "Only two weeks." His looks darkens. "I killed Tom. I killed a human being. A human being who-"

"Mitch." I interrupt him. "He didn't deserve to be living after all he's done. Not only to you, but he killed pack members. He deserves to be dead. You did us all a favor. It would be you or him and I'm so happy it was him. What would I do without you?" I don't want him to feel guilty for killing Tom.

He looks down. "You're right. He deserves it." He looks up at me again. "I'm sorry, Scott. For disobeying you and fighting."

I crouch down to his level. "No honey, I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have forced you to stay in the basement. You make your own decisions. You've grown so much since I met you and I'm so proud of you. I don't want you back to that insecure small boy again. This proved that you are a strong Luna who can handle his own business." He's almost in tears. He brings me closer by my neck, giving me a soft kiss.

"I love you, Scott, My Alpha." He says to my lips.

"I love you too, Mitch, my Luna." I say back. I know everything will be fine. Mitch is going to be okay and Tom is gone. We can finally start our life together now. It won't be perfect, but we will be together. That's all that matters.

Sooo, this is the end. There will be an epilogue. I hope you enjoyed this story!