Chosen Generation

Chapter 15: Paying The Price

Chapter 15: Paying the Price

Sara's POV:

"Jaydenn!" I yell, standing in the middle of a forest. I don't know where I am and right now, I don't care. I don't know how I lost Dean and Drew, but I did. I keep running, something I've been doing for at least 15 minutes.

I do the one thing that fuels the very last of my hope, "It's me you son of a b****! It's me you want! Not her!"

I listen to the silence, quietly begging to hear the familiar sound of paws running. If possible, my heart beats faster when the sound strikes my ears. I look to the right only to see it's just Dean and Drew.

-----Dean's POV-----

My heart goes out to my mate when I see her drop to her knees and put her head in her hands.

Drew and I didn't make it on time. I should have known they would have used the idea. A few days before I left the pack house I overheard the Alpha talking about using a scent spray. It hides us better than anything else.

Drew and I were ambushed trying to make it to Sara and Jaydenn. I should have known, and now were all paying the price.

I fall to my knees beside her and wrap an arm around her. She's not crying, not even moving. I suddenly feel anger fall off of her in waves. She shoves me so quickly I don't catch myself. I hold myself up with my arms as she stands up.

"This is your fault! You should have stayed away! As soon as you found out about... This!" She yells pointing at herself, not knowing how to refer to it, "You should have left!"

She starts to pace back and forth. She stands in front of me and points down on me, "If I find out-" she suddenly stops yelling and faints.

I scramble from my position and sit beside her, "Sara?" I call, shaking her lightly.

I still when I feel her shaking, well, more like vibrating.

"She's shifting," Drew say's, trying to pull me back, "You need to get away from her."

I trust him on what he's saying, only because he studied cat's more than I did. For some reason he found a huge fascination on things like this.

I watch in amazement as my once human mate slowly shifts into a leopard. The sound of bones cracking echo's through the woods. I need to get her out of here, just in case they come back.

"Help me." I command Drew and start to pick up the unconscious leopard. We carry her as fast as we can back to Walmart. As soon as were back I clear a space to put her in the living room. I lay a blanket down and Drew and I place her on top.

Her soft fur is a golden brown on the top of her back, the farther down her body it goes, the more the color fades into a cream. She's my size in wolf form, which is pretty big for a cat. I smile down at her until I remember the situation.

She's going to be madder than h*ll when she wakes.

I pick up a gun and put a box of ammo in my brown leather jacket pocket. I make sure the gun is loaded before I take it.

"Where are you going?" Drew asks.

"I'm going to see if I can catch Jaydenn's scent. Watch over her. It's best I don't be here when she wake's anyway." I reply.

I'm grateful that he doesn't argue with me while I make my way out the door.

-----Sara's POV-----

My eyes flutter open and massive pain shoots through my body. It fells like I just got in a fight with a lawn mower... and lost. I sit up and rub my hand over the back of my head. I suddenly realize I'm lying on the floor with Drew asleep on the couch.

Candle's are lit around the living room, meaning it's probably night time.

Losing Jaydenn, that's got to be the worst dream I've ever had.

"Drew. Drew wake up." I grumble, standing up and sitting on the other end of the couch that he's on.

His eye's pop open and he looks at me.

"I think I'm having nightmares again. I can't believe I fell asleep on the floor, my whole body hurts." I groan, stretching my sore limbs.

"Uh, yeah." Drew say's, refusing to make eye contact.

"Where's Jay and Dean?" I ask, propping my feet up.

"Dean went out." He say's, shifting nervously.

"And Jay?" I ask, one of my eyebrows involuntarily coming up.

"Uh Sara, you just got done shifting. I hate to say this but uh..." He trails off.

"But what?" I growl, standing up in the process.

"You weren't dreaming." He reply's, his head down almost as if in shame.

"Tell Dean to get back here." I growl out and stomp off.

I grab a gun off of the shelf, a box of ammo, and a jacket. I sling it over my shoulders and slip it on. I slide the box of ammo in my jacket pocket and the gun in the back of my jeans. I grab a knife off of the shelf as well and put it in the opposite pocket.

I then remember, these will do nothing. Their not silver.

An idea pops in my head and I jog towards the kitchen section.

Dean better hope he knows where his pack is.

(Picture of Sara's leopard above)