Obsidian Night Pack

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Clover's POV

I knew from that night, on the full moon when my skin burned with the burden of no wolf that I was weak. I wouldn't be able to defend myself if another wolf challenged me, I wouldn't be able to protect those that I loved. I would have to rely on everyone around me. I think that I kept coming up with different reasons, almost every day to not tell Alaric, because I was afraid of the true reason.

I was the daughter of an Alpha and mated to the Alpha of one of the strongest packs. I was never trained in combat, I was never taught to defend myself because who would go against an Alpha female. The real reason though was who would go up against the Alpha's daughter. I had been weak since the day I was born. The one time I was meant to become something else, to finally have something to protect myself and not rely on anyone anymore and I didn't become anything. I think it broke me more than I thought it did.

The truth was there were a million reasons not to tell Alaric, but the one that festered in my heart the one that outweighs all the other reasons that I should tell him the truth was that I didn't want to admit I was weak. I didn't want to be known as the weak Luna from the strongest pack.

To think I was weak before, without a wolf, now though it took so much willpower to take a breath in without cringing in pain. My neck stung and my wrist felt as if I stuck it in a blender on high. Everything was fuzzy and so out of reach, especially consciousness.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED! SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW MY MATE WAS ATTACKED BY ONE OF OUR PRISONERS!" I could hear Alaric as he yelled at everyone, and I also heard him as threw things across the room with a shatter.

"Alaric please!" Someone yelled at him, all Alaric did in response though was a growl and throw more things.

"NO! I WANT ANSWERS! LEAVE EVERYONE OUT!" Footsteps echoed in the room and then faded as they left. Then a door closed.

"Alpha, we are getting fluids in her, she will be fine in a few hours."

"GET OUT NOW!" And with that, the door closed again. Leaving me and Alaric alone in a medical ward of a packhouse, again. It was then that I began to hear the beeps and dripping of the IV and monitors I was attached to. I felt the bed dip next to me and that warmth of a body as I was pulled closer to it. With losing so much blood I was utterly freezing, and I felt an automatic sense of relief when Alaric climbed into the medical bed, just being closer to me was helping me recover faster.

"I can't believe this happened to you, this should not have happened, this is all my fault." No, he was wrong, this was mine. I put my insecurities before my mate and it ended up almost killing me and damaging the pack I am supposed to protect.

"Please wake up, please wake up." I wanted to. He didn't know how much I wanted to open my eyes and see him and kiss him and tell him I'm sorry over and over again for all of my stupid decisions. I couldn't though, I was too exhausted and I could barely keep myself attentive enough to listen to him talk. It wasn't much later that I had to give up and fall back into a deep sleep.

Alaric's POV

She was so pale when Castle finally released her. She fell to the floor as if she were dead, but her chest slowly rose and fell and I could hear the faint pitter-patter of her heart still beating.

"You may have locked me up for some time, but I'm not cruel enough to kill your beloved." I looked up at Castle, the filthy bastard as he hung out the window. I growled at him and he waved a finger at me.

"You spend your time chasing me and you might lose your mate in the process. I'll be leaving now, but I promise you that this isn't the last time you'll see me." He nodded at me and then jumped away. I mind linked every warrior in the pack to notify them about an escaped prisoner and to rip him to shreds. I turned my attention back to Clover as she laid motionless on the floor, blood pooling out of her neck and wrist. I quickly shifted back to my human form and reached out for her.