Mates are something that comes naturally with being a Lycan. When your an alpha it becomes even more important. Two alphas, two packs and one bond, will they be able to make it together or will everything tumble around them?
Both leaders from two co...
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Hazel stomps down the creaky old wooden stairs. Taking a deep breath she looks around. Her eyes widen and her heart begins to pound loudly in her chest.
"Everyone to the safe room now!" Hazel shouts. Everyone begins running. Parents lift the small children and take the hands of older ones. People push past her, but Hazel doesn't move.
Vargulfs begin to fill through the gates. Realisation kicks in as Hazel remembers that they had people trapped in the prison, but none of them could've opened the gates. As growls and snarls drift through the air, Hazel's mind wanders back to her own pack.
Alonzo!
Hazel?
Prepare for an attack. Dustfall is being attacked by Vargulfs.
Will do. I'll keep you updated.
Among the Vargulfs stood one single man. Hazel mucks up some courage, taking daring steps towards the man. A evil, stomach sickening grin slowly creeps across his face. This sends shivers down Hazel's spine. Hazel tries her best to keep a straight face, stopping just metres away from them.
"Now I wasn't expecting you to be here. What a lovely surprise," a wicked laugh fills her ears.
"What do you want?" Hazel's voice is cold and threatening.
"I want a lot of things," He takes a step forward. "Hazel, I want land. I want your land. I want this land," Hazel now realises this man in front of her is Hays. Oscar Hays. He looks to be around his late thirties to early forties. He has frown wrinkles and a pair of sad looking grey eyes. The thing Hazel will remember the most would be his wicked grin and the glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, almost like a small boy stealing the last cookie from the jar.
Footsteps run along the gravel path behind Hazel. They got close, stopping right beside her. "Hazel you Ok?"
"Fine."
"It's nice of you to join us Quinton," Oscar smirks.
"Hays," Quinton breaths slightly shocked. He recovers and pulls a serous expression. "Your not welcome here."
"What? Why not Quinton? Is it because your daddy banished me, hmm Quinty?" He takes another threatening step forward. He used the nickname everyone use to call Quinton when he was younger. "I know this land inside out. It will be mine. I was raised here and your father took that all away from me. Now it will all be mine."
Quinton narrows his eyes at him and Hays approaches Hazel. "Hazel darling, you could join me. We could work together. Have our own rules. Live the way we want," he goes to caress hand on her face, but she slaps his hand away.
"Don't touch me," she growls, causing Hays to smirk. A couple of more men appear from behind the large growling wolves.
"Get me a... souvenir," Hays orders the two men. The men nod in response and make their way over to one the hunts. Quinton takes a step to follow them, but Hazel stinks out her arm, holding him back.
"Don't. Just wait," she calmly whispers, watching the hunt.
Screaming and shouting fills their ears. Hazel's eyes grew as wide as saucers, as a small child comes into view. They drag the boy across the ground by his arms. Tears flow down his cheeks. The little boy must have got scared and hid.
"Leave the boy," Quinton demands, growling.
"Give me your land."
"Never."
"Then it's just a day of things we can't have, isn't it?" Hays smirks and turns his back to them. The boy cries out for help. Hazel growls, pouncing onto Hays' back. This catches him off guard, he tumbles forwards onto the ground. Hazel straddles his back, holding him in place. "You bitch."
Hazel pulls out her trusty friend from her back pocket. She presses it against temple of his head. Leaning down she brings her lips to his ear. "Give the child to Quinton." When he doesn't move, Hazel presses the gun harder. "Now!"
"Give the boy to Quinton," Hays orders in defeat. Hazel looses her grip slightly, watching as they slowly bring the boy towards them. Hays takes this distraction to shove Hazel off him. Hazel lands in a pile on the ground. The gun falls beside Hazel. Hays towers over her, lifting the gun before Hazel could even react.
He aims the gun at Hazel. "Good try," he tilts his head to the left side. Her breath hitches, as she stares back into his grey eyes.
Bang!
A gun shot echoes through the walls. The body falls to the ground in a slump. Hazel gulps, looking behind her, to sees Quinton with a gun in his hand. He's shot one of Hay's men. Hazel looks over to Hays again, anger written across his face.
"Leave the boy," Quinton demands, moving the direction of his gun to Hays head. Hays stares back at Quinton's cold glare. Hazel suddenly swings her foot up, sending Hays' gun flying into the air. Hazel jumps to her feet and swiftly catches the gun. Flinging the gun in her hand, she aims it at Hays as well. Hays looks unfazed, in fact he smirks and takes a step back.
Bang!
A second shot drifts through the air. Hazel drops the gun and places her hands on her stomach. "Hazel!"
The Vargulfs and Hays leave with the boy screaming and crying. Quinton looks towards the boy in horror, then back to Hazel. Deep red blood has begun to sink into her clothes and she falls to her knees in pain. Hazel lets out a small cry. Quinton rushes over to her. "Shhh," He pulls her into him and he applies pressure to her bullet wound. Quinton sits down onto the grass with Hazel in her arms.
I need medic and a stretcher. Hazel has been shot!
Quinton hums a soothing tune to keep Hazel calm and still. "Don't move Hazel."
"Ok," she closes her eyes as the agony seeps through her. The pain she feels is indescribable, she has never felt anything like it.
"Quinton, I'm sorry," she softly whispers.
"For what?" He keeps his hand on her hip where the wound is.
"For being a bad mate."
"No talking, just focuse on staying awake," Hazel nods, eyes drooping. More pain explodes through her side and she lets out another cry. "Quinton, I think the bullet is sliver."
"Shh, it's ok. You'll be ok," she nods again. Her eyes drift over to the body that lay on the ground. They just left him there. They didn't care that he has a family, friends or that he was a member of their pack. Hazel frowns at this, but her view gets block by a very concerned looking man. Hazel tries to study the man, but begins to loose her vision as her eyes become heavy. Little black dots dance across the view in front of her.
"She loosing a lot of blood! We need to get her into theatre now!"
