Fated

Chapter 6 - Pain Wasn't All

Luther watched this whole thing unfold, all the while with his hands fisted at his side. He could hear the whimpers and the sobs in the air, but the one sound that hurt him was the tears of his father. His father was a strong man with a burly build and he stood on his spot, unmoving, with his eyes transfixed at his wife and son. Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he tried very hard to hold them back. Almost like he refused to show his weakness but he had just lost his mate and first son. Luther flinched when an ache pounded against his chest in a rhythmic beat and his head started to hurt. He held his ground; he refused to make his father worry any more.

He didn’t know how long he stood like that. His head felt like a Cyclops had used his head like a four year old that played with Barbie dolls – the one who loved to bash the heads on the floor – and his chest began to constrict, depriving him of his precious air.

“Luther?” Kyle called, his voice just above a whisper.

He didn’t respond. He simply bit back a scream as he felt heat cloud his mind, the pain in both his head and chest multiplying. He felt someone grab hold of his arms but his vision was misty and all was a haze to him.

“Ahhh!” Luther screamed at the top of his lungs when it became excruciating.

He dropped to the floor, wriggling and tossing in pain. At a snail’s pace, he felt a sharp blade cut each part of his body, the force and speed of it done to maximize pain. He knew for sure this was not all real as there were no drops of blood oozing out of his system. His hands shot up to his ears when a voice echoed in his head, raising the level of pain he was already facing.

Oh, poor, poor Lancelot.

Luther curled up into a ball, his breathing ragged and heavy. He wanted it to stop! He wanted the pain to disappear.

Already going to die?

People swarmed around like bees, his father pushing against the crowd to reach his son but Andrew was there to stop him. Upon his Alpha’s orders, Kaden called for the Nurses – wolves with the gift of healing others – and they tried to heal the hurt wolf but they shook their heads after many moments of trying. There was nothing they can do to help.

That’s no fun… I only just began!

Andrew couldn’t help the growl that escaped. He was useless as an Alpha. Even an ambush like this he can’t prevent! His fangs elongated as he felt his wolf thrash around in within. The attacks by Constantine were a direct hit to his pride as Alpha and his heart as a fellow member. He bent over when Constantine’s voice continued to echo in Luther’s mind. He can hear it, loud and clear, and it simply enraged him further.

Fighting back? I now dub thee interesting.

Luther let out another piercing scream and he clawed at his closed eyes, feeling his eyeballs snap from the veins and pop out of the sockets. He was tireless in his screams and the crowd was dispersing one by one, unable to take anymore of the situation. Parents led their children away, hands covering their ears. Many moments later, the area was rendered empty with just the Alpha and Beta, the four unconscious trainers and the screaming Luther, who was accompanied by his father who could only kneel by his son’s side.

Andrew dropped to his knees, clutching his temples in agony. All the sounds were disrupting his mind, his thoughts. The letter in his hands floated to the ground, by Kaden’s feet. Kaden stared at it, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, almost so that he could hear it in his ears. He was wondering what was written inside that had Andrew so worked up. Coming to a decision, he picked it up.