Alpha Omega

Blood ties

Tyron P.O.V

Over the course of the last 24 hours, Kiya has received a death sentence.

 When she started crying out in pain, Dom and I had no idea what to do. She kept screaming and growling and howling like a woman possessed. I could see her bones shifting under her skin, leaving angry red bruises and even splitting through her fragile human skin in some places. Dom wrapped her body up tightly in his and forced her into the Viper and I stepped on the gas, damn near flying back to the pack house and leaving the other's to sort out how they'd get back. 

She's been inconsolable since the sunrise yesterday. Both the Blood Moon and Silver water Pack doctors have looked at her. They both agree that her human and wolf instincts are at war, something usually only happens to female wolves in their early years, a deadly occurrence that is to blame for there being so few female wolves. The doctors don't know if this will mean a death sentence for Kiya or not since her human and wolf survived the fragile years and by all accounts should be stable in her body by now. It's a deadly affliction we call being InWar, obviously because it's an inner war between her Human and Wolf Spirits that make up the bulk of her soul. It's particularly dangerous for babies and well, Kiya, because, typically, the rest of your soul derives strength from your family, pack and mates. It puts Kiya in danger since her family is all dead, she's constantly told us about how, as an Omega, she feels astranged from her pack and, well, we aren't officially mates yet until she's been mated, marked and knotted (Don't ask). It's too late to do any of that now. 

There is nothing we can do except tie her to a hospital bed and hope that the presence of her mates can help calm her wolf and human enough to settle again. Tying her down is impossible since we cannot make restraints to fit her half-human-half-wolf appearance, so we've laid her out in one of the holding cells on the ground floor that we use for first-time shifters having problems with their wolves. Now, all we can do is try to hold her down as her bones snap and shift and her skin tears and stretch around them, hoping she can survive this. Somehow. 

Her earsplitting scream reverberates off the cell walls, making me whimper. 

"Dammit!" Dom punches the cement wall, chipping it but ultimately doing more damage to his hand that the wall. 

I don't take my eyes off my convulsing mate, no matter how much damage her cries and screams are doing to my heart. 

"This is all our fault! You know that right!" He declares angrily, turning his furious eyes on me. 

I look up at him, "How do you figure that, brother?" 

He storms over to me, arms flailing wildly, showing more emotion than I've seen in the twenty years I've known him, "This! This is what happens when wolves don't learn how to control their wolf after their first shift! We spent the time after her first shift teaching her fucking court etiquette and fucking pressuring her and denying her wolf our mate-marks instead of teaching her how to be a fucking wolf! We should have...I shouldn't have..ARGH! I'm such an IDIOT!" 

He collapses to the ground beside my chair, kneeling at her bedside and brushing her hair away from her sweat-slicked face, still running with makeup from the club although her impromptu dress had been shattered, but I'd taken the rings from her fingers, knowing how much she loves them, waiting to give them back to her when she wakes up.  

I turn my attention to my brother who has tears in his eyes. I can feel my heart beating painfully in my chest at the sight of Dominic Moone on his knees, crying. His arms are bruised and had been scratched raw by Kiya's shifting nails and claws and even a few puncture marks from her fangs, but he didn't seem to be concerned, barely allowing the good Doc a minute to disinfect the wounds before pushing him off.