The Silent Assassins

Chapter 6

XAVIER'S P.O.V: 

She was beautiful. Beautiful and mesmerizing. Those are really the only words to describe her and the way she moved. The water twisted and turned underneath her. Every move that she made was done with so much passion and strength you could feel it even if you weren't close to her. Honestly, I was jealous of the water right now. It flowed all around her, touching and swishing around her at every opportunity. I wanted to do that. I saw how she danced, I felt how she poured so many emotions into her dance. 

And it was beautiful. 

She was beautiful.

Now if only I could see her. I could see her movements, but her face was hidden from me. I tried to take a step forward and found that I could! I walked as quickly as I could, and I walked closer, closer... And she turned her face towards me and she was- 

"OY! WAKE UP ALREADY!" 

I jolted out of bed, poised for attack. And I almost did, but I relaxed when I saw it was only my to-be Beta, Alex. My temporary moment of calmness was overtaken with anger when I remembered what Alex had prevented me from seeing. "Come on already!" Alex complained. "You've been asleep for I don't even know how long!" 

"Well, I wish you would have let me sleep longer then!" I shouted angrily. "I was this close Alex! This close!!" I held my index finger and my thumb close together. "Do you realize how long I've waited to see her?!" 

"Oy, you aren't the only one waiting to see your mate!" Alex responded angrily. We bickered back and forth until Jack walked in the room. Upon hearing our argument, Jack rolled his eyes and shoved us apart with a blast of icy air. Jack's element is air, and he uses it quite frequently in order to stop Alex and I from tearing one another's heads off. Jack turned to me. "Did you see her again?" he asked softly. I sighed, running a hand through my dark brown locks before responding. "Yes. And she's still incredible. But," My brows furrowed, as I tried to remember the details of my dream. "She was dancing on an body of water, a lake or ocean of some sort. And the way the water moved around her! She was incredible, she still is I'm sure" I say dreamily, recounting the amazing dream to my friends. "Right, that's great and all, but we still need to get to the gym" comes a voice from the doorway. We all jump, relaxing when we see that it's only  Mark, another one of my close (and only) friends. 

"Yeah, yeah." I responded. "Just let me go change." When none of them moved, I glared at all of them saying: "Um, yeah, changing kind of requires privacy.. " They blinked at me blankly. I gave up and went to go and change, leaving them standing there. Standing in my closet, I recalled my dream, remembering with a start that she was wearing nothing but tight leggings and a sports bra while she danced. Chiz. Shouldn't have thought of that.  I thought, glancing downwards. My wolf, Axel, continued to whine for our mate. I know dude, I told him I want her here too. But, we'll find her, and soon. It would be surprising to anyone else besides the guys outside that my wolf was a softie. Mainly because he had a rep for being dark and dangerous. And he was. Just not for our mate. For her, we would be anything she wanted. This dangerous to-be Alpha would be a puppy at her beck and call if she wished it. 

I ran my hand through my hair again, before throwing on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt and grabbing my duffel bag then heading out to the gym with the rest of the boys. On our way there, everyone parted for us and bowed their heads in respect. We carried ourselves tall, as we always do, but, as always, there were whispers. "How dreadful, I feel bad for his mate, wherever she is!" or, "I can't believe he even might have a mate! I kind of hope he doesn't find her, for her own sake!"  At that, I whipped around and stared straight at the speaker. It was a teenage girl, probably around the age of 16 or 17, with platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She shook slightly before my angry stance. "Watch your tongue from now on. You seem to forget that I have fully functional ears." I spat at her, before turning on my heel and walking briskly the rest of the way to the gym. The other guys quickly caught up with me, but chose to remain silent about the incident we had left behind only moments ago. 

I turned to the punching bags, knowing that I had to vent my anger and frustration in some way, shape or form. So I'm going to blow this thing off it's hinges. I readied myself, then went flying at it with all I had. With every punch, I put my anger into it. Eventually, though, I ran out of that. I stopped for a moment, thinking of something to motivate me. My mind settled on the image of my mate, and the one memory I had where she wasn't dancing. 

*FLASHBACK* 

I watched my mate dance in a clearing, surrounded by trees. She was beautiful and graceful and everything she always was, but.. something was off. I felt something, an emotion, coming off of her that was different than any other emotion she had ever portrait to me. It wasn't her usual emotions of calmness, tranquility, happiness, or strength. Something was off, something was wrong. And then that thought was confirmed.

Because, for the very first time, I saw my mate fall.

Sure, she had made mistakes in her dance before, but she always got up, sometimes laughing, and started again. I had never seen her-her crumple in this way. She seemed to break in half, falling to the ground on her knees. I wanted to run forward, I wanted to comfort her, hold her until she stopped shaking. I had a feeling she was crying, even though I couldn't see her face. 

Then her emotions washed over me.

And there was so much pain. 

She was in so much pain, and she couldn't handle it. I shook, wanting to go to her so badly I was hurting as well. It hurt me so bad to know that she was hurt, so badly hurt, that this-this warrior fell to her knees. She was the strongest person I knew, and she crumpled like paper in front of me. I couldn't handle it. I woke up shaking and screaming, my parents rushing in to my room, to check on me. I cried for the 4th time in my life. I cried for her, pouring all the emotions she showed to me out of my eyes. 

It teared me in half knowing I could do nothing. Then a thought occurred. Why was she hurt? Then I jumped to the worst, the only thing that seemed right. Someone had hurt her. Someone has hurt my warrior. My  warrior. That thought set me off. I needed to find her. I needed to find my warrior, I needed to hold her until she healed. And then I will kill whoever hurt her.

*FLASHBACK OVER* 

I snapped out of my thoughts. I need to find her. With that thought, I then whipped around and called the rest of the guys to me. They gathered around me, still slightly nervous because of the past events. "I'm starting the search." I began. "I want to find my mate, and I'm not going to find her by waiting here." The guys all grinned at one another. "You mean we're not going to wait around." I grinned back. "Deal." I responded. 

We ran home at top speed, then ran inside the pack house, looking for my father, the current Alpha of the pack. "Have you seen my father?" I shouted at a maid. This just so happened to be the one maid, Sierra, who wasn't the least bit startled by me. Because of this, she responded calmly: "In his study, obviously." before walking off. We all ran into the study, and quickly spotted my father at his desk. Before we could even say one word, my father interrupted us. "Before you start the search for you mates" he began, we looked at one another in shock. "Have you ever heard of the Silent Assassins?" We all nodded. "Of course we have. There the single most powerful she-dragon group there is, but no one knows who they are!" we all responded. "Well, they're coming here. To train some new warriors! I just got off the phone with their leader!" my father exclaimed happily. "And that means your going to have to wait here to meet them. No argument." he added, seeing all of us about to protest. We knew better than to argue. We headed back to our separate rooms, to upset to say anything to one another.

Whoever the Silent Assassins are, they better be worth delaying the search for my mate.