Silver

Chapter 20

"Your telling me, you've never had a frozen Twinkie?!?!" I gape in astonishment at Noah who sits across from me over the small fire.

"No, why would I have?" He gives me a look, and I know I'm going to have to go into my rant about amazing frozen Twinkies are.

"Because......... they are the be-" And then something snaps. A pain so sharp it cuts grouch my words, splits through my mind. I feel the ground under me and I realize I must have fallen, but I don't care.

The last time I felt this pain was when my father died. When I pack member dies you know it, but more as a missing tether than a cut anchor. And now, I feel like I'm grifting in nothingness, until I hears voice yelling in my ear. But I can't quite make it out.

Another wave strokes and I feel more lines snap, what is happening to my pack?

I suck in air as finally I start to see the flicker of flames and I can now make out Noah's panicked voice.

"Silver! Silver, please! please!" The terror in his voice snaps everything into focus and I give a cry. My pack.

Most if not all are dead. No not all, I still feel a tether, a tether to...... to Beth! oh thank god!

But the one rope that was as thick as a cable keeping me here is gone, snapped in two by some unknown force.

My mother.

I cling to Noah as unrelenting tears flow in rivers down my face.

"Shhhhhhh, Silver, Shhhhhhhhh." Noah's soothing voice whispers into my hair. But even the voice of my mate can't stop the stream of fear and helplessness flowing through me.

I'm torn between going to my pack, or continuing on with our mission. Th only reason I'm even considering not going back is because I don't know who is left that I could help.

I don't know who's alive, I don't where they are, and I don't know who did it.

But unfortunately I have a suspicion.

"Silver, please tell me what's wrong." Noah strokes my still damp hair, I need to tell him. I sniffle before taking a deep breath and sitting up. I scoot enough away that I can turn to look at him. I wipe my eyes and draw my knees to my chest, and try to take deep breathes.

Noah's worried crystal blue eyes meet mine and I have to hold in more tears.

"Hey, it's ok." he scooted close to me and puts his hands in my shoulders.

"No it's not." my voice is hoarse and grief stricken. "My pack- my pack is gone. Almost all if them." my voice cracks and breaks an the tears flow again. "My mother-." And my world blurs , before I'm pulled away from my fetal position and into Noah's warm chest.

"Silver, Silver, shhhhhhhhh." He holds me tight against him and he mumbles into my hair. I bawl into his now tear dampened shirt until I'm so drained I fall into asleep with Noah still holding me tight.

I open my sore eyes to soft light barely breaking the top of the trees. As the memories of last night come back to me, I'm surprised that sadness is no longer my primary emotion. And I'm even more surprised to find that it has melded I to rage. Rage at who ever the sick bastards are that hurt my pack. They better hope I never find them, because if I do there won't be any of them left to tell the story.