Healing Hearts

9

Layla pushed open the doors, making them slam against the wall. No one even bother a glance with her. From the amount of people inside, crying and yelling, no one even noticed the door open with a bang. The Doctor glanced around, gulping as she saw pretty much everyone in tears. The pain in the pack bones snapping like little strings. Whatever had happened, who ever caused this, was going to pay.

Layla saw it in everyone's eyes. The children who parents and siblings got snatched away. The mates were stared brokenly down at their second halves. This creature— one with large claw marks and deep teeth— was going to get hunted. No one messes with a pack and gets away with it.

Doctors and nurses were flashing around, jumping from patient to patient. Something washed over Layla as she watched. Everything was in rhythm— the fading beating hearts, the stomping footsteps.

A hand grabbed Layla's hand, and suddenly, Layla was staring at Gabby. The woman before her had some blood on her face, no doubt was working with a gusher. "Come on," Gabby started to pull her through the masses. Pack members were trying to grab them, calling their names out and screaming at them for help. There were just too many wolves in need, and now to doctors were playing God. "All the rooms are filled, and the fight is still happening."

Layla could smell the amount of blood, pain point it to a warrior or a fighter. She gulped, "How many fighters do we have left?" She was scared of the answer as she listed names off her head— not able to tell who was alive and dead. There was too much blood on the air.

Gabby took a deep breath, "I don't know Lay, but people are angry." Gabby jumped to the side as another doctor rushed out of the room they were working with. Gabby looked at her friend, knowing she needed to know what was happening, but with the amount of chaos going on, she knew it was the wrong time. "I have to tell you something later," she paused at one of Layla's many rooms. "Find me as fast as you can when this is all over."

Layla gave her a nod before opening the door and quickly getting to work, trying to keep the room as clean as she could.

*•*•*•*

Marley was too scared to open any close doors, which basically meant the whole upstairs was closed off to her. She was happy with how the cabin was in the middle of the woods, not able to be mushed with the pack. She had a feeling they weren't going to like her.

She could hear the screams from her mind. Everything inside of her wanted her to race out into battle— to become who she was, but she couldn't. Her wolf wasn't inside of her any longer, or if she was, the animal's was no help. Marley should had been more worried about the skeletons in her closet.

She crept towards the window, breathing deeply as she watched the wind careful blow the branches of the trees. Even without her wolf, she could smell the iron in the air. She bared her hand on the wall, "Where are you?" She cried, looking down at her torso. She started to scream for her wolf, "Can't you see I need you? I'm this... I need you." Marley didn't notice she was crying till she wiped away her tears. She felt like she was becoming a different person. "You didn't show when they first came— not even for my family— but the least you can do is do it for our mate."

When Marley was meant with silence, she felt defeated. "I did everything you told me. Why can't you help now?" Her hands stared to shake with the thoughts in her head. Last time, almost two years ago, she watched as her pack fell to their hands, hissing behind her fear. Now, she was face with the same situation— both so similar to each other. "I can't let them die," she muttered, gaining her broken confidence. She pushed away her her fear, making her quiet and shy. She didn't mind that side of her, but this was war.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she slammed open the door to the house. She sprinted deeper into the the woods, heading closer and closer towards the place she needed to be. She felt like she was going painfully slow. Without her wolf, she felt weak, and that was the last thing she wanted to feel. How many times did her father wake her up at the break of dawn? How many times did her mother force her to keep going? How many times to her siblings and pack members give her hope?

And what did she do with all of that? She threw it away, and then, she ran. This was something so much more then personal— these wolves took her childhood, ruin her.

She felt something inside of her shift— the present of her wolf getting stronger along with it. Everything started to click in its place, like missing puzzle pieces finally together. Marley's eyes started to glow, and she smiled.

Quick Question #4: How is everyone doing, and what is the most exciting thing you have done in the past month?