What was Lost

Bullets

The attack happened at midnight, when most of the Pack was asleep, and our main security were the patrol runners.

They all went down.

When we got to them in the morning, we found them crudely slung one on top of the other, naked in the middle of a clearing.

Their blood formed a pool around them and had congealed. Around us, the smell of blood, sweat and death permeated the air, clinging to the bodies. I had to choke back tears at the sight, and Requiem had slammed his fist into a tree trunk so hard that it had splintered.

Bullets laced with wolfsbane and arsenic for good measure were found in the bodies of the fallen. It was the perfect combination to kill. Wolfsbane would not kill the Were, only weaken him. Then, the arsenic, which a healthy Were could normally overcome would finish the job, easily overpowering the Were's now weakened defences. It was a cruel tactic for defeating a werewolf, and it seemed that the attack was only to see how well the bullets worked, as after killing the border patrol, the attackers retreated.

We lost six of our finest men and women. People who had mates, families, and children that would never see them again. It was an understatement to say that the Pack was out for blood. Tension ran sky in the Pack Den, and Requiem was livid. As Luna, I tried my hardest to calm both my mates and the Pack down, but it was difficult considering the fact that I, too, was grieving and wanted those responsible dead.

"Requiem, please. You need to calm down. You can't think straight when you're angry," I said, trying to get him to stop pacing around his office. It was a wide room, with a dark oak decor. Bookshelves lined the walls filled with the greats like The Iliad and The Odyssey by Homer, and Paradise Lost by John Milton. The books were handed down from his father, but I knew that he was no stranger to them. All of the furniture in the room was made from oak, which went beautifully with the plush black leather seats, and black carpet, which he was trampling up and down on.

"Calm down? Calm down?! Ari, don't be stupid. We lost six people. Six. How am I supposed to calm down? Tell me how, dammit!" Requiem practically screamed into my face.

I winced and jerked back a little which caused him to freeze, and I saw his anger drain away. I couldn't believe that he had actually screamed at me. He knew how much I hated having people scream at me, as it brought back memories of the past, and yet he had done it. 'Stupid' had been one of the things he had called me many times. Hearing it from my mate felt like a bullet piercing through my heart.

"Oh God, Ari, I'm sorry-I didn't mean to," he pleaded, reaching his arm out, but I jerked back so his fingers only grazed me.

"Really?" I asked, on the verge of tears. He had never, ever screamed at me before. Ever. "Because it sounded like you meant it," I said, my voice wobbly.

He looked at me, and I saw guilt clear in his eyes, but it wasn't enough for me at that moment. I turned, ready to run away when all of a sudden he let out a yell, and convulsed. My eyes widened and shot to where Sebastien was standing, only, he was gone.

I looked back and saw that Requiem was no longer in human form, but had changed into Wolf, or rather, Sebastien had forced his change.

The two, from a human perspective, would been seen as twins as they were both carbon copies of each other. Both had the same black hair, the same turquoise eyes, and the same build. In reality however, they were not twins, but two copies of the same person, as in the Were world, Twins did not exist.

Every werewolf had a 'Wolf', a separate entity that was independent of, but at the same time, part of them. Both human and Wolf were born into the same body, with each side controlling either the human or Wolf body of the Were. Somehow, Requiem and Sebastien had been born separate, where Sebastien was the 'human' and Requiem was his 'Wolf'.

They had both come out 'human' but could turn into a wolf on their own, or, as Sebastien had just done, when they combined together. There was no record of something like it having ever happened in the history of Were's, and thus they were regarded as special.

They were 'both' my mates, and as usually, Sebastien was the calmer one, with Requiem being extreamly expressive. He yo-yoed from calm and loving, to violent and harsh in seconds, but had never done so toward me. Till now.

What Seb had just done, was merge with his Wolf, taking over Requiems body. He had done it for me. So that I wouldn't have to face Requiem.

Sebastien, who was currently staring at me, lifted a giant black paw as if to come closer but I shook my head at him, which caused him to drop the paw and whine softly. I wasn't upset with Sebastien, but right now I couldn't face either of them. I needed time alone. Sebastien saw so in my eyes, and hung his head till his snout was grazing the plush black carpet, giving me my space.

"Thank you," I whispered, then, turned and ran through the door.