Damaged

Chapter 20

I expected growls... I expected everyone crying... But instead I heard cheers. I allowed my hands to drop to my sides to see Rayne and the rouge circling each other. Rayne's muzzle was low as he showed all teeth growling viciously.

Rayne was the first to move towards the rouge at full speed tackling it to the ground and pinning him down. Rayne consistently went for the rouges neck in such a vicious act to kill it. Although the rouge seemed dazed by the sudden attack he regained himself and scraped at Rayne's stomach causing Rayne to back up but he stood tall only lowering his head to eye the rouge and growl.

Tension filled the air as they started to circle each other again. Clara gave me a small smile in hope it would ease my nerves but all I could do was tremble at the thought of Rayne being killed in this battle. April seemed just as nervous as she placed her hand on my shoulder and looked at me then back at the fight.

The rouge growled before running at Rayne. Fear erupted through me as Rayne simply took a step back and waited for the rouge to reach him. Once it was at an arms length Rayne quickly moved to the side and with a quick movement he bit down on the rouges neck and shook viciously.

Everyone looked away but my eyes were wide as I watched this side of Rayne... He seemed ruthless and unmerciful. I knew he did it to protect the pack, to defend himself as well. But I hated seeing him so violent, I wish I could put a stop to this war between the pack and rouges.

What did they want? Why did they keep attacking? I was taken away from my thoughts as Marshall rushed to me and pulled me into a hug "You spoke..." He mumbled into my hair. I had almost forgotten my sudden our burst and I looked up at him.

I didn't know if I should speak but I didn't have to think about it anymore as Marshall's gaze fell upon April. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink as she checked my brother out. I would have smiled and have been happy for them but I quickly left their side as I rushed to Rayne, Ian and West. Rayne was laying on his back as he groaned and held his side "Rayne." I whispered falling to my knees and stroking his hair "You're talking.." He whispered reaching up and stroking my cheek.

I smiled and nodded "We have to take him to the pack doctor right away." Ian informed but Rayne quickly groaned "You know how I feel about being taken there." Rayne muttered through gritted teeth as e winced at the gash on his side "Yeah, yeah that it's for weaklings. But you need to go, you're losing too much blood." Ian explained further.

I crossed my arms and looked down at Rayne and raised an eyebrow... So I'm a weakling? He caught on and shook his head "No, no I didn't mean it like that Sierra." He groaned and slapped the front of his forehead. I giggled and he looked over at me "Are you going to be this cruel when I'm on my death bed?" I asked causing me to shrug and pretend to think about it.

He chuckled and tried to sit up "We'll get you help." Ian assured but Rayne quickly growled "I can get up myself alright." He shot angrily. I gave him a concerned expression and he finally let out a breath and looked up at Ian "Fine.. Get me help." He mumbled. Despite his attitude I was happy he was alive.