my scarred mate

Chapter 45- The fight

This story will be coming to an end soon....Although I have no idea when. The ending is not written yet, nothing is set in stone.

Seeing as Ari and Forest are finally in the same chapter together, lets let Ari be Aria again, I don't think she'll be Terra for much longer, do you?

Chapter 45

Aria's POV

As soon as I uttered those words, multiple things happened simultaneously.

My dad, Simon and Tasha all flung their heads round to look at me, all looking shocked, all for different reasons.

Tasha yelled out, "You can't do that, you love him, he is made for you!"

Fool.

Simon screeched, "Terra, you will pay for this. I won't let you get away with this."

Idiot.

My dad said nothing. He just growled, trying to get me to submit to him, trying to mold me back into that perfect slave he had so long ago.

I had changed, reshaped, morphed so much, I could no longer fit into that mold. I was no longer that scared, weak child, just looking for love.

Forest just looked relieved.

I think for a minute there, he was actually scared he had lost me, that my dad had won.

I would never let my father win. He'd won enough for one lifetime.

The priest was standing at the front, looking at me with round eyes, "Umm, umm," He stared to say, "What do I do now?"

My dad had a murderous glint in his eye, "You run," He snarled.

The priest seemed to get the message and as soon as he was out the room my dad shifted, jumping at Forest.

He had just enough time to shift before he was locked in battle.

I was watching them fight, watching my mate fight my father.

Until I was thrown into a tree by my brother.

I fell down the tree, my head spinning. From my position on the ground, I could see him coming closer. Taking a deep breath I lept at him, shifting mid jump.

I snarled in his face, smirking a wolfy smirk as I saw his face pale.

Serves him right for trying to mess with a werewolf.

I stood straight, my fur sticking up, making me bigger.

If he had shown me even a shred of decency in my time with him, I may have felt sorry for him.

Too bad.

I lept at him, not caring he was my brother, not caring it was unfair, a wolf against a mere human, because my life had been unfair, because of him, him and my dad.

He tried to fight back, but how does a human even try to fight a snarling wolf?

He never stood a chance.

I didn't hesitate to rip out his throat, killing him instantly.

He was related to me by blood, but that was all. He wouldn't have hesitated if the roles were reversed.

The doors crashed open and Atlas, Isla, Skye, Ash and some warriors I didn't know ran in.

The rogues ran at them.

They took a few seconds to review the scene before they jumped at my dad's cronies.

We battled as one, as a family.