What was Lost

Pain

At top speed, it took only a mere fifteen minutes for me to arrive at the Den. Quickly, I shifted back to human form and put on the clothes I had discarded earlier.

As I rushed into the Den, I heard a deep masculine chuckle from the kitchen, and sighed in relief. It was Requiem. I ran towards the sound, and didn't catch the sultry, feminine giggle that followed his.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen. I called out "Re-" my voice stopped. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. There in the ultra-modern pack kitchen were my mates.

But that wasn't all.

With them, was Stacy, perched on the flawless marble counter, with Requiem standing in between her legs, kissing her, whilst Sebastien leaned on the counter next to them his lips expertly working up and down her neck.

My heart was ripping into a million pieces even as my mind scrambled to make sense of the scene in front of me. The rational part of me wanted to believe that this wasn't what it looked like. The rational part rushed around, trying to put logic behind what I was seeing.

At the same time, the other part of me, the bigger part, insecure and weak and easily breakable argued that this was real, and not surprising in the least. Of course they would be with her, I was nothing compared to her. The two sides of me fought, and like always, the insecure side won.

I think it was then that I collapsed to the floor, clutching the centre of my chest where my heart should have been. It wasn't. No, my heart lay trampled on the glossy kitchen floor in front of me where it was being trampled on by a pair of red stilettos that were currently making their way towards me.

Hands grabbed at my hair, and I could feeling long, manicured nails digging into my skull. Being lifted up by my hair should have hurt, but at that point I don't think anything could have hurt me more than what I had seen.

"I told you this wasn't over," a cold voice hissed.

"Huh?" I was dazed for a second before realisation hit me.

It was Stacy who spoke, and she was talking about the threat she had made me the last time she spoke to me. "

"Well," she drawled, her eyes full of satisfaction. "I told you that they would be mine, and now they are," she laughed and to my ears it sounded as if someone was dragging their nails down a blackboard.

How was my mate bond no there anymore? It was-should-had to be impossible, but yet the reality was in front of me. Too shocked to speak, I just continued to stare at her.

"They are mine now, and as the Luna of this pack, I demand you disappear, from here on out, you are banished from this pack," it shouldn't have been possible-I was their mate, but somehow, the mate bond flowed through her, and channelled the Alpha's power, a power that was currently severing my link to the pack, and turning me back into a Rogue.

I screamed, and screamed as white hot pain seared my skull, my soul and my heart. Hours later, at least it felt like hours later, I came back to reality to see that I had not moved from my position on the floor in front of Stacy. My mind scrambled, my wolf whimpering in my mind, no longer connected to the pack, or my mates, and at a loss of what to do.

"Sebastien? Requiem?" I begged, "Please, I'm your mate, please, please don't do this, please," I whimpered, tears dripping down my face.

"No. Scum," Sebastien bit out. Sebastien, who was always the calm, level-headed one of the two that rarely ever for angry. Right then, his eyes blazing red with rage "leave now vile creature, before we decide to punish you for bewitching us into thinking you were our mate".

"Yes, run along runt" continued Requiem, in an equally cold tone, his eyes icy blue shards that cut through me and left my Wolf curled up in a forgotten corner of my mind.

"Our mate may be so forgiving as to let you live, but given incentive we would have you dead," he snarled.

I sobbed, again, but harder this time. Why was this happening to me? Why, why, why?

I was broken from my grieving by the feeling of manicured fingers sliding into my hair, pulling the strands from their roots. Stacy was pulling my hair, again. Funny how I never even realised she had let go at some point.

Focusing my attention on her, I felt ice cold fear grip my soul. Her eyes were livid.

"Bitch!" she gave a firm yank of my hair "how dare you think you can talk freely with my mates?" She snarled, and then suddenly she stopped.

All emotion dropped from her face for a fraction of a second before she spoke again. This time, there was a cruel smile painted on her face. Looking at it, I thought that I had actually preferred her livid.

"Well," she drawled, again, her southern roots showing as her accent thickened.

"Now, I was gonna to let you have a day to get ready to move out, but by tryin'ta get my mates attentions you've pushed my hand," her words sounded wrong, there was no remorse in them, instead all I could hear was a clean, prepared speech, most likely aimed for the two Alpha's that flanked her.

"Ariana, you have exactly fifteen minutes to get your things and disappear, or the hunt will begin," the force of her words hit me hard.

Fifteen minutes?

What was I going to do?

Sending a desperate glance to Sebastien and Requiem, who responded in growls, I held back the tears and turned to rush back out the kitchen door, and upstairs to the room I shared with Requiem and Sebastien.

I hardly gave a glance to the room itself, making my way straight to the little cubby in the floor in the corner of the room, the hatch hidden by a carefully placed rug. Quickly I reached inside and grabbed the duffel bag inside. In the thing was a change of clothes, a credit card to an account which held my life savings, and a couple hundred dollars in change.

I had put it there when I had first come here, unsure of how things would turn out. Eventually, I fell utterly in love with my mates, and forgot all about it. Thankfully, I remembered it now. I would need it.

With the bag, I quickly made my way outside the pack house and slipped into the surrounding forest. Using my senses, I could feel my ex-pack members closing in on me, probably ordered to do so by Stacy. She had the power now. She was Luna.

Taking in shaky breath, I focused on the change, and a second later I was in my wolf form, the duffel bag falling beside me. I was a bit larger than the average female Were, and magnificent pure white coat, that not even a thousand years of grime could mar the beauty of.

Dropping my head back, I let out a loud howl. The sound resonated through the forest and caused all the birds to fly off, startled. The noise was agony, a howl coloured deep with my anguish, my fear and my pain. Ending the howl, I bent my head to pick the duffel bag up and held it in my mouth as the wolves in the forest drew closer. With one last look behind me at the pack house which I had called home, I steeled myself, and with the howl of the wolves chasing me behind me, I ran.