My secret side

Chapter 6

When I got home that day, the door to my house was open and the lock broken. I dropped my bag and ran inside. The whole place was a mess; the couch was overturned, the coffee pot broken, and papers were everywhere. The coffee table was shattered and glass was strewn everywhere. My dad was at work, but it was my moms day off.

"MOM!" I yell but the only thing that answers is the eerie silence in the house. I start to run frantically through the house, stepping over shards of woods and broken glass looking for my mom. I run upstairs to her room and find her lying on the floor. "Mom!" I yell again and run to her side. There is a giant shard of bloody glass in her side and her hand lies lifeless on the ground. "MOM!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I clutch her hand and cry onto her limp body. I can't stop the flood of tears.

I hear a creaking down stairs and pick up a hunk of wood next to her bed. I hide behind the door and listen to the footsteps as they grow closer. They step into the room and I pop out from my hiding place. I swing with all my might and hit the intruder in the face, causing blood to gush from their nose. I look at their face and I don't recognize it. They certainly aren't from here.

"Are you the one that killed my mother?" I shout and they hold their nose. They pull a knife out of their hoodie and I take that as a yes. The man rushes at me with the knife and I dodge it, slamming the back of his head with the board. I reach out to Jared through the mind link.

'Jared, If you hear me, I need your help. Now!'

The man lunges again and this time, he nicks my side as I move. I hiss in pain and he comes at me again. He pushes me to the ground and the board falls from my hand. He raises the knife to plunge it into my body and I grab his fist just inches from my face.

I took karate when I was younger, but I forgot all of that now. The only thing on my mind is that fact that my mom is dead and this man killed her. I will get revenge. His other hand came up and slapped my face, causing me to lose my grip. He picked me up by my shirt collar, placed the knife on the night stand, and punched me in to gut.

"W-Why are you doing this?" I manage to cough out. He pulled me closer and leans in to tell me like it's a secret.

"Because I want him to suffer." He punches me again and I cough up blood.

"Jared?" I look him in the eye. "You coward. If this is how you hurt him, then that's pathetic."

"Do you have any idea what a dead mate will do to a person? Huh, little one? Do you know what this will do to your father? Or, for that matter, what it did?" He pushes me onto the bed and I struggle to get free. "Don't worry, he's not dead. But I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't an orphan by the end of the week." He starts to unbuckle his pants and I close my eyes. Maybe it will help lessen the pain; but the pain never came and the weight of the man got heavier. I open my eyes to see the man is bent over me dead with a shard of glass in his back.

"Oh my god, Sabrina. I'm sorry I didn't get here faster." It's Jared. I breathe a sigh of relief as he pulls the dead man off me. I get up and fall into his arms. He hugs me then sets me back on the bed. "Are you okay? I felt the pain, but I can't pinpoint it anymore. Show me where you're hurt." I look my self over and I'm surprise to see that my wrist is probably sprained, I'm going to have bruises everywhere, a cut lip, and there is a large gash in my side.

"Well, he got me with his knife, my ankle hurts really badly, and so does everything else." I say, holding my side and still crying. He pulls up my shirt to look at the gash.

"I have good news", he starts. "It probably won't need stitches." I turn my head to my mom and fall back into Jared's arms.

"My moms dead. What am I going to do? What is my dad going to do?"

Just then, my dad burst into the doorway and fell to his knees. He looked at my mom, then at me and Jared, and started crying.

"Who did this?" He asked through gritted teeth. We pointed at the dead man. My dad got up and started kicking his limp body. "You. Mother. Fucker. Why would you do this?" He falls back to the ground and just sits there, motionless. I, too, have stopped crying and now I just feel numb.

"He said he wanted to hurt Jared, so he tried to kill me. I guess he used mom to get me where he wanted." I said. I stared straight ahead at nothing. Right now, I want to curl up in a hole and die. "Do you know what pack he was from?"

"How do you know he was from a pack?" Jared asked.

"Because he was speaking of mates and he knew me and you were going to be mated. He also knew about my mom and my dad."

"I'll check with my father."

"Jared? What do we do now?" I asked. For the first time today, I actually looked at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was matted down with sweat. No wonder why he wanted that run. I just remember about Connie!

'Connie, you there?'

'Yes. I'm sorry about your mom.'

'Thanks.'

"Well," Jared started. "You'll have to stay at my place. Besides, you're going to be living there soon anyway, so I guess it's a head start. You can stay in my room if you want and your dad can stay in the guest room. My house is bigger than it needs to be anyway, considering I'm an Alpha."

That night, we packed up our things and moved into Jared house. He had a three story red house off in the woods. Half the pack lived there. Only the ones who couldn't afford rent or to buy an actual house, though. We arranged a funeral for my mother the next day. This was going to be a tough week. Ever since we met, the mating bond has been growing stronger. I know Jared senses it too. We're going to have to mate soon, but I'm not sure I'm ready.