Paper Butterflies

Chapter Eight

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Scotts POV

               “You don’t understand! They killed my father, they have to pay!” Jason yelled.

Anger boiled up inside of me, this argument had been going on for hours. “I know they do. And my father is working on that, but you can’t rely on yourself to kill random rouges. We do this as a pack. Not as a man looking for vengeance.”

               “No,” He said, shaking his head. “You probably don’t even care about any of this. All you care about is that stupid human mate of yours.” He spat.

At his words I snapped. I lunged at Jason, jumping on top of him as I sent punches to his face. Jason pushed me back with a kick to stomach, sending me flying across the room. I hit the wall before falling to the ground with a grunt. Jason jumped to me, grabbing my neck and slamming his fist into my face.

               A low growl escaping my mouth, Jason’s body shook as he fought my alpha tone. I growled again as I took hold of his throat and threw him across the room. He flipped over a couch, landing behind it. Just when he jumped over it, about to come towards me a voice shook the room.

“Enough!” My father boomed. An angry and disappointed looked crossed his face before it went blank. “We shift in less than an hour and we don’t have time for your adolescent behavior. You can deal with whatever it is later. Both of you, to the field now.”

               Jason and I glared at each other, not moving. “Now!” My father bellowed.

I was the first to move as I walked around my father, muttering my annoyances.

               As I got to the field I saw the majority of our pack, all sixteen or above, finding their way into the large den that was built by my great grandfather. It was almost the size of the field and could hold all 126 of us, also having a basement.

It was built after a series of human deaths occurring during the full moon, the only night we shift without our control. Werewolves can shift anytime they want. But on the full moon we have no choice, but we can’t control our wolf. Our wolf is in control. A law was then passed, by the council elders, that every pack must lock themselves away during the full moon. To protect others and our species, we lock ourselves away once a month.

               We no longer have to worry about packs accidently killing a human, but the threat of rogues is still there. Rouges don’t care who they kill, and they willingly let their wolf take over and not just during the full moon, which is why they have become more rabid over the years. They are slowly letting their human side die.

               Walking into the den I made my way to the back where I found Preston, Grayson and Wesley. “How much time we got?” Wes asked as he flipped his shaggy brown hair away from his eyes.

“About 45 minutes.” I told them.

               Minutes before the shift I felt a searing pain in my wrist. I let out a hiss as another pain hit my head.

“Scott?” Preston questioned.

               My eyes widened as my stomach dropped. Something was wrong with Ashton. No, no, no, I have to protect her. I looked down at my now chained ankle. I pulled at it as the others looked at me as if I were going crazy. I let out a growl as felt another stinging sensation in my stomach.

“Scott, calm down.” I heard Preston say.

               “Something is wrong with Ashton.” I told him, my teeth clenched as the shift began. “NO!” I growled loudly as I felt my bones pop.

I bent over, pulling at my hair with my hands as they became claws. I let out a howl as I felt myself fading and my wolf taking over.

               Waking up I jumped to my feet, others around me were still sleeping, everyone in human form. Looking down at my chained ankle I saw that the root in the ground was loose. I took hold of the chain and pulled as hard as I could. After a few grunted pulls I fell to the ground as the root came out.

Running out of the den, grabbing a pair of shorts from a pile of extras, I went into the house. Finding the extra key I unlocked the chain on my ankle. I let out a groan as my stomach ached with pain.

               Rushing out to my car I sped off towards Ashton’s house.

The second I turned the corner onto Ashton’s road I heard a short scream that sounded like her. I sped up, screeching to a halt outside her house.

               Jumping out of the car I stopped at the front door when I heard a man’s voice.

“You piece of shit! I should have killed you! Did you want fucking food?” He said in random order before laughing. “Still hungry?” He asked. Once I heard my mate whimper I came to my senses and busted through the door.

               Ashton’s eyes went wide as she saw me; it was only for a moment before she looked down.

Turning my head to the man hovering above her, I found him glaring at me. “Who the fuck are you?!” He questioned and I could tell he was drunk, I could smell liquor from across the room. I let out a growl as I saw his hand wrapped around my mates’ neck. He threw her to the floor before stepping towards me. “I said, who the fuck are you?”

               I walked over to Ashton and she flinched as I put my hand to her head. My heart broke as I saw her fear filled eyes.

“Hey! Get out of my house!” The man ordered. Clenching my jaw I turned to the man and he cringed back. I knew my eyes had turned black and harsh as I glared at the man who had hurt my mate. I took long and quick strides towards the drunk, punching his face making him fall to the floor.

               The man staggered to his feet after a moment of shock, his nose now bleeding. He rushed towards me, ready to hit me when I grabbed his collar and threw him across the room. He slid on the floor until his head slammed into the wall. While he lay unconscious I put my attention back on Ashton. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the man, she seemed conflicted as she glanced up at me and back to the man.

I knelt down beside her just as her body began to shake. “No, no, calm down, please.”

               She began breathing heavily, a few gasps here and there. I wrapped my arms around her, letting my touch calm her down. Once her breathing even out, I picked her up, though she was still shaking. “Ash, baby, are you okay?” I asked as I walked outside. She didn’t say a word, her eyes seemed distant.

Suddenly her head fell back, her eyes closed. “Ash?” I opened the passenger side door before placing her in the seat. I patted her cheek trying to get her to wake up. “Ash, come on baby, don’t do this to me. I need you to wake up.”

               I let out an irritable sigh as I buckled her in and shutting the door before running over to the driver’s side. I jumped in the car before speeding down the road.

‘Preston.’ I called using our mind link.

               ‘Dude, what the hell happened? Everyone thinks your wolf got out, your chain was just ripped out, man. Where are you?’ I could practically sense him pacing.

‘It’s Ashton, she’s hurt, get the pack doctor.’ I said nothing more as I continued to speed towards the pack house.

(A/N: I know, not my best. An update nonetheless. 

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