Being Different (editing)

Chapter 30 | Aftermath

ITS NOT OVER YET :3

*screeches* 7K BITCHES WOOOHOOOO!

Also I would love if everyone took a little bit of time of time to listen to the song and listen strongly to the words. It's a really interesting song and I practically listened to this one on repeat over and over again while writing this chapter.

Nathan Pov (you've all probably been waiting for this :p)

The fight was over, we were victorious.

I'm not gonna sugar coat it the once clean mowed lawn they had behinds the Moon Rise pack house was now a mess of blood, guts and dead bodies. I could even look in the tree line and see about one or two of our wolves quietly emptying there stomachs as the smell of thick blood rotting in the early morning sun made even the strongest of stomachs sick.

During the battle many warrior wolves did surrender, probably having mates and children they didn't want to die knowing that if they did there other half would most likely kill themselves from depression since there other half was dead. It's impossible for a fully mated wolf to live without there other half.

I even had to place a hand over my mouth to stop the contents of last nights dinner coming back and making an appearance.

REGROUP! I shouted through the pack mind link, my voice loud enough and affirmative that I hoped I broke through a couple of walls that some of the wolves may have put up to keep me out. A series of yes Beta came through the mind link, the amount of voices actually forcing me to hold my head slightly from a dull headache.

Looking back out again at the bloody battlefield I'm surprised that Ava hadn't contacted me yet and it was honestly getting me worried. I did learn enough about that girls past that I knew she had been screwed over one too many times, then the result of being screwed of so many times is that blood thirsty craze.

I had been there.

I was a monster when my mate chose to fuck that human. It was like my heart was completely ripped out of my chest when I first found out and I didn't know how to deal with the agony.

What people don't realise is when something horrible or screwed up happens to someone that it screws with there mind so much people could change in an instant. Some people will turn into blood thirsty killers, others will harm themselves to get rid of the pain, some may seek drugs for treatment but in the end fifty percent of people will choose the so called 'healthier path' and get proper help. Then there's the other fifty percent, the fifty percent that choose the so called 'life ruining' or 'cruel' path.

So I chose the more 'unhealthy path' to deal with my emotions.

I became a killer.

I remember when I read this book while I was younger...about this girl who was a professional assassin...cold, brutal, deadly. Since she was such a skilled fighter she knew how to beat an opponent physically and mentally. There was about a whole chapter dedicated to the description of 'emotions' while fighting, she had done a whole study on the matter. It talked about how some people with there raging emotions can become the perfect fighters even if they haven't had the training or if they already knew how to fight became unstoppable, then the others were the people with there raging emotions that they couldn't even win a fight if they tried, even if they had professional training beforehand. Then there were the people with no emotions...these people put mercy and humanity behind them as they fought, when no emotions were in play they didn't fear death and didn't feel pain, the perfect killing machine.