Mutated Mate [it will be edited...at some point in my life, doubtfully]

chapter 29

“But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for Justice”
                                                                                                                        - Robert Jordan

I walked into the house head bowed; the atmosphere was too melancholy and gloomy. Everyone was mourning a young life, one lost too soon. I immediately headed for my room, Uncle Jack looking up at me pityingly, for once just letting me be.

The funeral was short yet heartfelt. I hung back in the distance, too ashamed to make my presence known despite no one knowing my involvement. My heart and soul cried for the little girl who had soothed me when I was sad, whose golden eyes made me feel warm and whose stories, though sometimes annoying, made me laugh. A little girl who gave her life for nothing.

Adrian was inconsolable from that day onward. Once he registered what happened his entire body began to shake. His claws managed to protrude even more and his skeletal head reared back as he let out a howl so terrifyingly, that I was sure it shook the core of every wolf out there. A howl so filled with sorrow, it was physically aching.

Bruce and Andrew had wisely left as soon as they could, scurrying away knowing there would be no understanding, no forgiveness here for their actions. That blame would always sorely be theirs to burden. Too distraught to even care about them, Adrian and I had remained with Sara until we heard others coming. Painfully letting her go, we watched from the shadows. Watched the shock of the patrolling wolves as they found her, the desolate expressions appear and the ensuing anger and outrage follow.

Knowing they would start searching the area Adrian quickly left and I blindly followed. That was until I saw we were heading away from home, and towards our territory boundary. It was only then that I looked up at Adrian. His face was stone dead, an expression I only saw once, and I knew what he was going to do. He was going after them. Dejectedly I just looked up at him, he had blocked our bond and for once I was glad. I didn’t want to know how he felt, I was heartbroken enough. Slowly he let out a sigh and started to walk away. I didn’t stop him.

Even if I wanted too, I knew I couldn’t.

My wolf saddened at the thought of Adrian; he had disappeared for a week now, not contacting anyone including me. He still had a lock on our bond and my wolf was beginning to become restless without her mate. My distress the only thing keeping her from seeking him out.

I hadn’t heard from Bruce or Andrew either, not that I wanted them too anyway, I would be able to live the rest of my life in bliss without a word from either of them. But due to this lack of communication, it was still unclear if Adrian had found them or not. Knowing my mate, I knew he would. I also knew his purpose for looking for them. I just don’t know how I would react when I hear the outcome.

Walking up the stairs I fumbled with the zipper on the black dress I had on, I just had to get it off. I was angry and hurt and this dress was a suffocating reminder of everything that happened.

Entering my darkened room I snarled as I threw the dress on the floor, standing in nothing but my underwear leaning on the door. The curtains were drawn and the air stale and thick, this was the first time I had left it the entire week.

A strangled growl had me bolt upwards and look around. A large figure I hadn’t noticed was sitting on my bed in the shadows, a hood over his head and his posture dominating, it was a surprise I had missed him.

We both stood staring at each other. Even with a hood on I could still see those piercing golden eyes. I stood there waiting; wondering if this was the part where he tells me he didn’t want to be with me. Didn’t want to be with the person responsible for his sister’s death.

Because that’s what I was.

I was the cause of the problem, the one who brought them here.

He stood up and walked forward, his tall, hard frame stood in front of me. Looking down I saw his clothes were bloody and dirty, his hair a mess and his face streaked. My steady breathing became short and shallow.

 The blood was theirs, he had found them. I knew he would.

I looked back into his eyes and saw he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Are” I cleared my throat, my voice gruff from misuse “are they” I paused; unable to let the words come out, “did, did you find them?”

His eyes momentarily darkened and he slowly nodded.

“I did” His fists clenching as he spoke.

 “What…What did you do?” I said softly, my eyes suddenly very interested in the carpet on the floor.

There was a moment’s hesitation.

 “They won’t be coming back” he said shortly.

“Oh” I turned around to face the door, devastated. The cracks in my broken heart shattered. I shouldn’t have been surprised at this but I was. It was just more violence in my life, revenge was what had started this mess and though I had tried, it was never ending.

My body started to shake as I stepped forward to open the door, but he grasped my hand on the handle.

“Leah” his voice broke “I didn’t do it.”

This made me pause

“I wanted too, God I wanted too, but I didn’t” He pulled me back and turned so that I could look at him, his hands firmly clasped on my arms. He looked anguished, his black furred ears kept twitching under his hood, his jaw was hard and his eyes penetrating.

I inhaled sharply; this made him force himself to relax. His grip loosened as he exhaled and hugged me. “I said I’d never lose you, and I won’t” he whispered in my ear. “I couldn’t hurt you any more than I already have. You’re the only one I have left” he paused “Lee” his voice gentle and reminiscent. “For her too… It was the last thing she wanted”

“I just want to forget this all ever happened. I just want to forget it all”

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory, than the wish to forget it.

“So do I Adrian, so do I”