Hit Me...

Reacted.

Seth

The scream was obviously female, and it came from the house. Without hesitation she is gone. My mate was faster than anyone here. Better than anyone here. What she just did hasn't quite sunk in yet. I will leave that for later discussion.

Obviously, I follow her. That's when I feel it. A sharp, deep pain in my shoulder. I put my hand there looking for blood. It feels like a bullet wound, but I'm not bleeding. That means she is. I am still running after her and still struggling to keep up. She has a freaking bullet wound but she sure as hell doesn't look like it. She disappears into the house with me closely (or as close as I can be) following behind.

Morgan and Rhydion are behind me, followed by the several other men in my pack. Our pack. 

I push my legs faster through the corridors and towards the cries. I see her ahead of me. She comes to a sudden stop in the doorway. Inside is the epicentre of the scream.

Don't let anyone in here. Her voice is in my mind and I would call it relieving, if it didn't sound so pained.

Morgan. Keep everyone back. I walk towards the door. I try to prepare myself for the sight but never could I prepare myself for the sight in front of me.

A woman sobbing as she cries into her eleven year old daughter's lifeless body. Blood has sprayed the walls behind her. The girl's father, Rhydion. I look back at my Gamma in the hallway, just in time to see him grasping the wall as he falls to his knees. I look down. I can't bear to watch this happen. Not in my pack. I feel the rage build. Torching me from the inside; but then I see her. She hugs the woman. Comforting her. She slowly pulls the grieving mother away from her daughter and guides her out the door. She hands the mother carefully over to Rhydion. Who instantly wraps his arms around the woman.

"The rest of the women and children are in the attic. They locked the door so they should be safe." I look at the mysterious woman that I call my mate. Her eyes aren't torn from the room. She is purposely not looking me in the eyes, because she doesn't want it confirmed. As if the link didn't do that already. Why doesn't she want a mate? All wolves want mates so understandably, do all lycans.  Except her. I haven't even seen her eyes yet. And yet, every time I look at her my wolf inside goes crazy, and that's only getting stronger. What happened in the lower city earlier? She only leaves questions, no answers. It's about time I get some answers.

"Seth. " Morgan has terrible timing. "Can I talk to you?" I look at him. He flicks his eyes into the office a few doors down.

"Make it quick." He nods and walks ahead.  We enter the office and he starts pacing. I close the door. "What is it, Morgan?" I talk because he's obviously not starting any conversation.

"I know her." Wait, What- "I knew her from the marines. It was only one mission together. We were at the base together for the two months they split me and you up. We were based somewhere in a desert, we weren't told where for security purposes, but we had to go in and basically blow the place up. She was in charge. There were five of us, each there for our own skillset. I had no idea she was lycan. She covered her scent.

"We were inside but it was false information and we were ambushed. We were in a hall with thirty to fourty hostiles, nowhere to go and no chance of completing the mission. We took cover whilst the hostiles emptied their mags. They stopped shooting and started yelling  in arabic. Apparently she knew what they said because she changed. Her posture. Her face. I was the one carrying the charges so she took them from me and said to run for the windows when she yells. We got ready and I thought she was coming with us. She ran straight at them guns blazing and planted the charge. She signalled to run so we pelted it out where ever we could. The entire place went up. No one could have survived that; but she did. She saved all our arses and completed the mission. We though she was dead. There was a funeral and everything. No-one came except the four of us, she saved that day. No pack. No family. " No one. She has no one. Suddenly it made sense. She runs into a battle because she has nothing to fear, nothing to live for. Now she has a weakness, and lots of enemies to exploit it. Wordlessly, I leave the room and head back to where I last saw her but she isn't there. She's gone.

Where are you?

Gone.

No shit Sherlock. Where?  I need to keep her talking long enough to find her. She's not getting away that easy.

I can't stay.

Why the hell not?

Because if I do more people die. That's what happens. I arrive, people die. I leave people live. I just murdered more than fifty men in cold blood and you still want me in the same house as your family?  Your friends? Your pack?

It wasn't in cold blood. You did it to protect us. Like an alpha female should.

I am not an alpha female. I am a rogue. I am an assassin. I can smell her now. She's close. I push my legs faster and faster. I no longer feel tired. I am determined. I run faster than ever before I can see her through the trees. Running. I will catch up. My wolf threatens to emerge. His blood mixes with mine; strengthening my muscles and boosting my energy. Faster and faster, until my surroundings are a blur. I am mere metres away from her and they are melting away. My arms wrap around her waist just in time for both of us to go flying. What was supposed to be gentle ended up being a rugby tackle. I twist us mid fall so I land on the floor taking her weight, which is surprisingly light with her amount of muscle. Then I remember her shoulder.

"Shit! Are you all right?" I open my eyes, but what I see I will never forget. Her eyes. My god. I could die right now and die happy. They are so blue but so dark, they'd appear black from a distance. However, up close they look like the night sky at midnight. Beautiful.

Her face is centimetres away from mine and this is the first time I can see it clearly. She's is beautiful. Her eyes, incredible. Her lips are full, red and ripe. Her skin fair whilst covering a square shaped face and sharp jaw. Her dark hair, long and thick but tied into a braid. It's a shockingly gorgeous contrast. She looks innocently dangerous. At the same time awfully familiar...

This beauty hovers above me as she straddles me at the waist. My hands on her waist and hers above my head as she supports herself. One of my hands come up to caress her cheek.  "Beautiful." Her sharp inhale most likely means she doesn't get complimented much. A small smile plays at my lips.

"Don't leave."

"I won't, if you don't."

"I am not going anywhere."