Becoming Were

Chapter 10

~Allison's POV~

Derek runs towards Emily and wraps his arm around her as sobs shake her small frame. Dylan goes from shocked to protective in less than the blink of an eye. Immediately his arm wraps around my waist and he turns us around, lifting his nose in the air.

"Rogues!" Max screams in anger. Carson and Ash run over to the still Natalie and check her pulse. 

Dylan gets the familiar distant look in his eye, the look that I have come to know means he is mind-linking the pack. "Doc is ready for Natalie, he may be able to save her."

"Her pulse is weak but it's still there." Carson states, carrying Natalie bridal-style.

Emily pulls her head out of Derek's chest, her face stained from her tears. "She's still alive?"

"Barely," Ash answers. 

"Enough of this, she will be fine! Now this was obviously a rogue attack. They've been coming onto the territory for days now. Watch your backs, they could be anywhere." Dylan says, his Alpha side coming through. He reaches over and wipes his thumb across my cheek, wiping a tear that I didn't realize had formed. He looks back towards Natalie's frail body held in Carson's arms. Ash walks along side them while Derek and Max bring up the rear sides, watching for any uninvited guests.

Having the Were strength that we all do, we all sprint beyond human speed back to the packhouse, down the hall to a white room I identify as the infirmary. A tall man in white clothes is waiting for us and he immediately takes Natalie from Carson and begins working on her while we exit the room.

We make our way to the living room, Derek taking Emily upstairs to calm down. I sit on the couch, Ash between Carson and I, holding both our hands. Max paces back and forth, understandable considering he was the closest to Natalie.

There's the sound of a door opening and closing before Maria, the Luna, Brad, the Alpha, and a middle-aged woman I don't know enter the room. I assume the lady is Natalie's mother.

Brad tries to pull Dylan aside, but Dylan looks to me first, before reluctantly following. Maria is trying to keep the lady calm while she cries over her daughter.

The worst part of this whole situation is we don't know if Natalie made it or not. When I first saw her there I was sure she was gone, the amount of blood looked too much, and her skin was pale as snow. Now that I know she had a pulse, even though it was barely there, it makes me feel slightly better about this whole situation. So far, my experience with rogues hasn't been the greatest. A week ago, my worst fears were spiders, storms, and the dark. Now I'm scared of werewolves that can kill me.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" The pack doctor asks Natalie's mother. She follows him into the room where Natalie is. We hear our answer before we see it. Her mother's sobs fill the air around us and Max starts to cry. I feel my own tears streaming my face and with my advanced hearing, I can hear Emily sobbing, having heard everyone from upstairs. Everyone is either crying or shaking. I can't help but wonder how often this happens. I only met Natalie briefly, but she's so young, probably about seventeen. That's not fair, her life is over before it's even begun.

I look up, seeing Alpha Brad has entered the room again, he brings us all into a huge room filled with Weres. Everyone in the pack appear to be present.

"Listen up, everyone. Due to this recent turn of events, we will be having Natalie's funeral in private for only her family and closest friends to attend." Brad pauses, his eyes showing a hint of glistening tears before his Alpha side breaks through again. "For the time being, all pack runs or even casual runs must be reported for permission. Everyone must travel in pairs. For the little ones, a parent or guardian must be present at all times. The rogues will not hesitate to attack again and I don't want anymore lives lost." Chatter breaks out around us and my ears burn from the intensity of the voices, crying, sobbing, and praying.