Weres

28. The New Breed

The dead bulging eyes stared back at Eden. Tristan's dead body was lying on the muddy ground with its head twisted at an odd angle. The early sun rays of the morning made it look even more hideous.

"Eden, calm yourself." Oliver put a comforting hand on his Alpha's shoulder.

Eden had been mute ever since they found Marley was missing. However, his silence was contrary to the strong rage bubbling inside him. All the other wolves had been steering away from their Alpha in the fear of becoming a victim of his wrath.

A werewolf without their mate was a ticking time-bomb.

Eden shrugged his beta's hands off his shoulder and walked away without sparing a single glance to anyone. The last thing he needed was people telling him to calm down. How could he when those monsters had his mate, his Marley.

The Alpha didn't know which emotion was overwhelming: Rage or the concern for his mate. Caught up in mental turmoil, Eden didn't realize when he turned into his wolf form and ran through the woods.

The beasts that attacked his pack last night were different from anyone he had ever seen. They looked just like the kid's drawing. He cursed himself for not believing that kid before.

His pack outnumbered them and fought with all their strength but somehow those monsters were still able to overpower them. What were they? Were they some kind of new supernatural breed?

Everything was spiralling out of control. Eden didn't know what to believe now. After last night, a new reality came crashing down on him.

They weren't alone. Werewolves weren't alone. There was more supernatural.

He let the breeze filled with grassy scent soothe him. He could feel his rage going down, allowing space for rational thoughts to flow in.

Tristan's body was found almost a mile away from the safe house, where he was meant to take Marley. The possibility of someone killing him and dragging his body for a mile seemed absurd. Moreover, those beasts that attacked last night didn't take any life but merely injured his wolves to the point that they couldn't attack. 

So, why kill a lone unarmed wolf? Why kill Tristan?

There was only one possible answer. They came for Marley. Those bastards came for his mate.

Eden's mind then drifted back to his abducted mate. The anger flared once again as he thought of Marley, who was most likely injured and scared. Those monsters had better not have laid a finger on her, or...

Eden sniffed in hopes of catching a whiff of her scent but failed once again. He felt shattered from the inside for not being able to protect the one person he was supposed to give his life for. 

But now wasn't the time to grieve or wallow in self-pity. He had to get Marley back in his arms and make sure that those bastards pay with hell for snatching her away.

Eden circled the entire woods, looking for any clue or potential lead, but it turned out to be another failed attempt. A disappointed growl rumbled from his throat as he made his way back to the pack house.

"Eden!" Mark called out as he saw his Alpha on the foot stairs of the house. "Oliver found something. You have to see it."

Eden saw Mark's injured arm and suddenly the guilt washed over him. Mark didn't have to be at the receiving end of his anger. No other wolf had to be the receiving end of his anger; after all, they fought for him. He nodded, his expressions turning soft.

Mark sighed not used to seeing his friend helpless. He couldn't even begin to comprehend the pain that Eden was going through. Mark couldn't bear the thought of losing Emilia like that.