Emo Mate

Chapter 11

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We've been driving for days, only stopping for gas and food. Rory doesn't seem to mind. I can feel her excitement and nervousness in the link. I'm glad she's at least a little happy to be back home. Our home.

We're only a few hours away from my old territory and Rory's asleep in the passenger seat holding my hand. God she's so perfect. How did I get SO lucky? Part of her black sleeves is slightly pulled up and I can see many many scars and fresh cuts cascaded over her wrists and arms. This makes me look down and see my own scars on my wrist from months ago. I try to quit but I just relapse every nine months or so. Sometimes I really hate myself.

Suddenly Rory shoots up in her seat breathing heavily. I know exactly why. The scent from my old pack, our old pack, floods my senses and I'm on high alert. Rory is staring strongly out the window as we both see the family buildings and trees fly past the car. In less than half and hour we are parking in front of the eastern woodland pack house mansion. We sit in the car silently. Our hearts pounding. I go to open my car door when Rory grabs my hand in a death grip.

"Sebastian. I'm so scared-"

I look her lovingly in the eyes.

"Everything will be fine princess, just stay calm. I'm always here to protect you."

She gives me a small nod and we walk up to the large double door entrance. I stand there in front of these doors. These doors that held every bad memory of my life. The door that is holding my father.

I reach out to grab the handle when suddenly the door swings open.

There stands my father.

Breathing heavily, having run to the door once he picked up my scent. He frantically looks from me to Rory in a complete state of confusion and relief.

My father looked so much different. He looked completely worn out and grey. He had a lot more scars then he had before. He looked like an old man.

After about a minuet of staring me dead in the eye, my father did something I did not expect him to do. He walked up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. Tears were streaming from his eyes as he was slowly saying "He's home. He's home. Your home."

He steps back and takes a look at me, clearly disappointed in how much skinnier and weak I've gotten.

"Rory? Is that really Rory?"

Rory's head bolts up, starring him dead in his eyes. Starring at the eyes of the man that killed her father.

"Alpha." She stated darkly.

"Father, Rory is my mate." I say wrapping one arm around her for comfort and protection. This man is not acting like my father. I don't trust him not to hurt either of us.

"Father I will explain everything. What matters is I'm back now. Your search is over, you won."

"Son. Where did you go. What did you think you were doing- never mind just get inside its freezing."

Rory and I stepped inside the pack house revealing hundreds of shocked faces of our old pack.

No one made a sound.

The entire pack simply bowed. Bowed for there future alpha and Luna. Bowing because they knew I would save them. Because they new I was going to be the one to make this pack what it hasn't been in years, happy and safe.

My father ran off to do some business and make some calls since I had returned. I took Rory up to my old room, our new room. As I held her to my side we walked up the stairs to a large set of matte black double doors. When I stepped into my old room everything remained untouched. He didn't move a thing.

I carried Rory onto the large king sized bed and pulled the covers over both of us. The last thought before letting sleep consume me was,

Here we go.