An Alpha's Revenge

Trouble

They snuck in the following day just as dawn broke. This, they'd discovered, was when their security was at its weakest. The stench led them to the cages where the rogues were kept and with a few silent kills, Leah and the other healers began the process of trying to cure the rogues. Sure, it would have been safer to take them back to pack territory to do it, but they'd learned from Subject-6 that they were too dangerous to move.

And so they worked just as they'd practised. A well placed dart and a quick heal to see how bad they were affected. The quickly curable ones were cured and sent out to the waiting vehicles, the more troubled ones were cured as far as the healers were able before being tranquilised and dragged, bound, into the vans.

The others dealt with any staff they could find. None were spared.

Will was sent into the laboratories that they'd uncovered, to find the scientists and to discover what they were working on. He tried to ignore the bloodshed around him as he looked at the data they'd discovered and collected documents with details of which company had commissioned this project.

They were nearly done. The rogues mostly saved and the evidence gathered, when they arrived.

Whether someone had raised the alarm or the facility was monitored, they didn't know. But they came in waves of black tinted windows and bullet proof vests.

Some were human, but, they noted to their surprise, most were wolf. Wolves had been experimenting on their own kind.

It was not a fair fight. They had unlimited weapons and protection. But the heroes had anger. They met in a bloody fight, the kind of fight that would be remembered for generations.

What happened that day would echo through the generations of all the wolf packs. No more so than the Black Oath pack.

*
SAF

One minute, Saf had been silently making her way through the base slicing the throats of any she came across and the next minute, the roof caved in.

Her ears were ringing as she blinked her eyes open, dust falling from the sky. She coughed, bringing up a cloud of debris as she forced herself to her feet. She felt warmth pool on her head and chest and knew she'd been injured.

But as the dust and smoke and heat of a fire swept over her,m, she realised that it was about to get a lot worse. Large men in full attack gear advanced towards her, guns raised in her direction.

Flicking a knife from the holster on her thigh, Saf readied herself to face whatever came next.

Or she would have done. Had a large blur not charged past her just as the first man raised his weapon and fired. The blur hit the man full force, ripping his arm off in the process. The bullet skimmed past Saf, just missing her.

The men panicked and it was then that Saf realised they were all human and perhaps hadn't been trained around wolves before.

Bad luck for them.

Transforming to her natural state, she tore into them, the tide of the battle changing as the two wolves fought side by side. Saf's wolf was bathing in the violence, loving the power and strength as she tore her enemies apart. Saf could admit that she was even enjoying it a bit too until that whine broke through her blood lust.

It wasn't necessarily the whine that cut so deep, it was the pain within it – the voice behind it. Saf span just in time to see the last remaining human raise his weapon and once more fire it. The bullet tore through flesh and muscle until Jonathon's leg turned a deep red.

It was about that moment that Saf lost her temper.

Some said she tore him in two with her bare hands. Others would claim that she swallowed him whole.

All that mattered was that the threat to her moonmate was gone. And now she just needed to save his life.

So lost in the all-consuming panic, Saf barely even had time to acknowledge what both her and her wolf knew to be true before she was picking Jonathon up and dragging him in the direction of where she'd last seen the healers.

I swear Jonathon. If you die, I will kill you myself.

Moonmate or not.

*

LEAH

Leah was barely conscious but she felt the tug at her mating bond as Jack was injured. She grimaced at the pain wracking her system. She didn't even have any strength left to offer him.

She could feel his strength draining, his presence on the other end of their mating bond fading.

She tried to stand but she'd healed too many people and hadn't really recovered from healing Logan. She drifted in and out of consciousness, and every time she woke up she tried to get someone's attention.

She could feel Jack taking a beating, feel his pain, but also feel the way he was feeding her strength. He too, could sense her pain and he was giving her some of his strength to help her even as he was being ripped apart.

The idiot.

And Leah realised just how right she'd been as she felt a sharp agonising pain lance through her chest and just like that, Jack's presence in her mind went silent. She couldn't feel him. Couldn't sense him. Their mating bond was silent.

Leah reached out for someone's arm as they hurried past the makeshift bed she'd been placed on. She didn't even remember getting here. But the person shook her off and kept going.

Out of desperation she called out to J who stood tending to the wounded in the makeshift tent they'd erected two miles away from the compound.

J rushed over, noting the pallor of Leah's skin. "Hey Elenor, send someone over here to heal Leah will you? She looks awful. What is it Le'?" J asked gently.

"Jack." Leah forced out from between dry lips. "I think he's dying. He needs help J."

J nodded and swept hair from her face, she'd felt every injury Logan had been dealt and knew the helpless panic Leah was feeling. J had never been this side of the battlefield before. She was always leading the charge, not waiting on the side lines. But this is what they'd agreed. She would not enter the fight unless it was absolutely necessary, she'd promised Logan. Promised herself – her cub came first.

"I know it feels like it Le', but he's got help. He'll be OK." She went to move away but Leah's hand shot out and grabbed hold of her.

"No, please, J," she begged, "he's dying, I can feel it. Please."

J stared down at her friend. Taking a deep breath she looked up to find someone to send. But there was no one. Every healer was busy, swamped by the casualties and the rogues, and everyone able to fight had gone right back into the battle.

J tried reaching out to her pack members but she could feel they were all struggling. They may not win this battle. The humans and wolves with guns had changed the game.

J knew she had a decision to make. If Jack died then Leah wouldn't last long either. So she could either remain here and watch as her friend lost her mate - and J knew that pain from when she'd lost Logan. J had been lucky, much stronger than Leah, and had been able to go for years. Leah would be lucky if she survived more than a couple of days - or, J could go and find Jack and help him.

Not willing to risk her friend, she turned and headed into the fray.

Hoping against all hope that she wouldn't come to regret her choice.