Second Chance Mates

-56- 🌹 Violent Love

[A/N - POV changes a few times. Hold on tight, everybody]

TRIGGER WARNING: blood and violence

"Mercy screams it's violent love, justice and mercy, justice and mercy. The depth of us created for justice and mercy, justice and mercy. This is where they kiss."
~Flyleaf, 'Justice And Mercy'

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*Landon's POV*

We head out of the church, loading back into Enzo's car. Those of us who had jackets on offer them to the wolves whose clothes had torn, providing them with at least a little bit of coverage. Lia wraps my jacket around her, blushing deeply as Ronnie not-so-subtly checks her out.

I turn to make a comment about it to Ryland when I notice he's not standing beside me. Furrowing my brows, I whip around, looking for my mate.

"Where's Ryland?" I ask the group. No one answers, and dread settles in my stomach. The only answer to my question is a loud scream; one that I recognize as my heart leaps into my throat. "Ryland!"

"Landon, wait!" Enzo grabs my arm. "We should come up with a plan before running in there."

"A plan?! My mate is screaming! Fuck a plan!"

"He's right," Leon cuts in. "We should think about what to do first."

"Leon, are you fucking kidding me? What if it was Lyn in there?" I demand before turning to Enzo. "Or Lillian? Amy and Opal? You would really stand around and wait for a fucking plan?!"

The two exchange an uncertain glance; one I swiftly ignore when I feel Ryland's fear through our bond. Tearing away from them, I race towards the church and slam the doors open.

"Ryland!" I shout, eyes widening in terror when I see my mate sprawled on the floor with a large black wolf over him. Ryland's honey eyes meet mine the second before the wolf raises his massive claws. "Look out!"

Ryland whips around and screams as the claws swipe at him, but the wolf doesn't make contact. Flashes of black and dark brown fur fly through the sanctuary as the wolf is suddenly tackled to the ground. Mateo's wolf, Maverick, snaps his teeth at the feral wolf, shoving him far away from my mate. Ryland scrambles off the ground and sprints to me, jumping directly into my arms.

"I got you, baby, I'm here," I whisper, cradling his trembling body.

"R-Roman," he stammers, pulling back to glance at the fighting wolves. "T-The feral wolf, it's Roman."

"What?" I gasp, holding my mate tightly. That's Roman? The wolf that rejected my honeybee?

His fur is pitch black, matted down to his skin. There are obvious scars covering his large body, and it seems like his left ear was torn at the end. But the most startling feature is his eyes. One bright red, and one blue. I've always been told that feral wolves have red eyes, so why did only one of his eyes change?

I don't have time to think about it, because Roman pins Maverick down, clamping his jaws around his throat.

"Ryland, go get help!" I instruct, setting him down. Throwing my clothes off, I yank Leo forward, shifting as quickly as possible.

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*Third Person POV*

Leo opens his eyes, growling at the sight of Roman towering over Maverick. He charges forward, slamming into Roman's much larger body. The wind gets knocked out of Leo from how solid the feral wolf is, but his efforts are enough to make Roman release Maverick's throat.