We Lost It

Chapter 29

All I remember is fire. Well no, I remember mother chasing Emil out of the house, pocket knife in hand, and I remember the loud explosion that had my ears ringing for several minutes as I laid on the ground, painfully gasping for air. Estara laid still with her teary eyes open, staring dead at me as Zana's wolf stood protectively over her twin.

A woman who looked a bit older than my father sauntered through the smoke, waving her hand to get the fumes away from her nose. She looked at Grandmother, her hands finding her hips. Grandmother's eyes reflected the woman's like a mirror, only hers held pain. The woman's held hatred.

"Hello May." Grandmother growled.

"May?" Father slowly stepped down the stairs, soot already sticking to his hair from the fire.

"Hello Virgil."

"What are you doing here?" Grandmother's voice broke.

"Since I cannot take your oldest Virgil. We're taking your youngest." May hissed, "The explosion was merely a distraction."

Zana launched herself at the woman, her white paws meeting black fur as May shifted yanking Zana's paws out from under her. The pair snapped, and violently tore at each other. May eventually came out on top, tearing Zana's ear in half. I got my wits enough then, and shifted, but got pushed back by Robin.

May hopped back, her teeth bared and her head lowered. Mother ran back in, Emil directly besides her, his large wolf instantly jumping to stand over his stunned mate. Mother snarled and latched onto May's throat, spinning to bring her down to her side. Mother's paw dug into the side of May's face as a threatening growl left her throat.

"Take her to the jailhouse." Father spoke stiffly to mother, who nodded.

"Don't be gentle." Grandmother growled.

May looked shocked as mother dragged her out of the door by her throat, putting dangerous pressure whenever she struggled. Emil let out a small bark as he laid next to Estara, nudging her arm until she lifted her hand to place it on his nose. I let out a sigh of relief when she moved, turning to lick the blood from Zana's ear.

We knew we were still under attack, and we knew we needed to run out and fight but the momentary family moment was needed. I watched grandmother shift and run outside, while father stormed after her, his arm still in the cast.

Robin nudged my shoulder before running out to help. I nuzzled Zana who nodded and exhaled sharply through her nose before licking her twin's cheek.

Estara slowly sat up, her hand on her head, the other using Emil's nose for support.

"I expect you two to go kick some ass. I'll be waiting okay?" Estara pushed the two of them forward.

Emil licked her cheek once more before taking off side by side with Zana, and I followed closely, so close that Zana's tail slapped my in the face a couple times. As soon as my paws hit the porch I had to launch myself at some fool that tried attack Lola. Not that she wasn't handling herself. I just wanted bragging rights.

Lola snipped at me, before jumping on some other poor fool. Grandmother ran up to me, her jaws dripping with blood, a tooth broken on her bottom jaw. Her fur was caked with blood and it sure as hell wasn't hers. Half of the pack warriors had taken to bucket duty, putting out all of the fires with some hard core teamwork, while the rest of them tore into the intruders, littering our pack village with rouge pack bodies

"Where is Marnie?" Mother cried through my mind.

Then it clicked. 'Since I cannot take your oldest Virgil. We're taking your youngest.'

"Someone took her!" I responded quickly.

"Sniff her out damn it!" Mother snapped.

"On it!" Mia called.

I tore into a few other rouge wolves, earning a nasty scratch down the shoulder, and a sharp bite on the hind leg. Lola trotted up to me, her front left paw dripping with blood. We watched as the remaining few rouge pack wolves retreated with their tails between their legs, grandmother hot on their heels.

I turned and bumped noses with Lola, dipping my head to love under her chin. She huffed and licked my ear before walking by my side back to the smouldering pack house.

"Guess we're renting out a hotel until this gets fixed." Lola groaned.

"Unfortunately." Father responded, trotting up to us, favoring his front leg obviously.

"Make sure it has a massive breakfast." Lola added.

"I'll give you money for Denny's so you don't eat everything." Dad sighed.

"Fuck yes."

"I'm going to go broke."

"Mia!" Lola called.

"No sign. Scent trail goes dead about seven miles south." Mia responded.

"So they've gone south." Robin suggested.

"We have someone to force to talk." Grandmother growls.

"May won't." Dad muttered.

"How do you know?" Mom snapped.

"Because I know her."

"I have my ways." Grandmother responded.

"What makes you so sure she won't talk?" Mom pads up next to us.

"She's my sister." Dad admitted.

"Fuckin' scuse me??" Mother snapped.