Emo Mate

Chapter 7

She's being attacked by my old pack.

What the fuck?

I sprint into the house, ripping the door off. I see Rory being held down by two of my old pack warriors. I don't remember their names, but I remember when they were little kids in training. I sprint toward the three of them and swiftly kick the one the left in the face and throw the other one against the wall, smashing the tv. Both were very weak and were instantly knocked out by the single blows. I guess all that training didn't do them much good.

Rory.

I look down at Rory and scoop her up in my arms. I look at her face and she has tears running down her face and blood oozing from her split lip. She also had a big purple bruise on her neck.
My guess is my old pack knows where I am. They know about Rory, at least being my mate and I assume they thought if they brought her back to my old pack I would come running after her and I would have to take my title and finally retire my father of his throne and alpha duties. They found me.

Those bastards fucking found me. After all these years.

And worse, they found Rory.

How long have they known I'm here?

It can't be long considering this is the first I've seen or smelled of them in seven years.

I look back down at Rory and she's snuggled to my chest, her heart is beating fast. I took her upstairs and into a bedroom. I assume this is her room since her scent is the only one I can make out. I lay her down on the bed and begin packing her clothes into a duffle bag I found in the closet. Tim not letting her stay here. We're leaving. They can't find her again. They can't find me again. And to hell if they're ever gonna touch her again. To hell if anyone is going to touch her again. She's never leaving my sight.

I hear a small noise from the bed. I don't turn around knowing that Rory is waking up, I need to hurry up and get us out of here.

"Sebastian? Sebastian what's going on? What happened? Who were those people?"

"Baby I'll explain it all later we need to get out of here."

"... Sebastian"

"Hm?" I keep shoving clothes in the bag.

"I'm so sorry. It's just. I have a lot to tell you. I got so angry and scared because-."

I swiftly turn around, cupping her face in my hands.

"Whatever it is it doesn't matter. All that matters right now is getting us somewhere safe."

She gives me a weak smile we left the house. As we got in the car she takes one last look at the tattered blue house and we drive away.

And now we're on the run.