For the Love of Miranova

Chapter 6: Enter Samuel

"Run, Sam! Run, now!" She shouted; her tone between a growl and a scream.

His eyes widened in fear for his sister's life as her own blood poured from the gaping hole in her bare, naked chest. As badly as he wanted to though, Samuel couldn't move. His mind was screaming for him to listen to his wounded sibling, but his feet just wouldn't cooperate. He stood frozen, hoping, praying, that the sight in front of him was just a joke. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to hear her burst into laughter and make fun of the fact he most likely looked as though he was going to piss himself or faint- or even both. But as her skin paled and she stumbled forward, eventually dropping to her knees before him, he realized that it wasn't a joke. His sister was fatally wounded, and their parents were nowhere in sight.

"Sammy..." She cried softly. Her matching icy blue gaze begged, pleaded, for her little brother to listen, "P-please...r...run..."

She collapsed to the tile flooring of their den, and Sam quickly rushed to her side. He dropped to his knees and lifted one of her arms over his shoulder, but she was heavy, too heavy for his 12 year old frame to support.

"C'mon, Alex! Get up!" he cried, "Please! I can't pick you up by myself!"

He gently shook her slumped frame, but got no response from the teen, causing him to fly into a panic, "Alex?! Alex, please! Mom! Dad! Something is wrong with Alex!" He sobbed, shaking her harder, "Alex, wake up!"

The next thing he heard was the slamming of the French doors that led to the room his sister had escaped into. The deep, thick, familiar voice of the person who had taken part in creating them, vibrated through his small, petite frame.

"You should have listened to the little whore, son." The man said after a brief chuckle, his heavy italian accent flowing throughout each word.

Sam raised his eyes and gaped in horror. Standing at the entrance of their den was their father, soaked in what smelled strongly of both his mother's and his sister's blood. "Papa...y-you did this?...w-w-why?! H-how could you?! Where is Mama!?"

"The bitches had it coming," he said bluntly, his accent covering his every word, "Nobody tells me no, and now it's your sister's turn to be taught a lesson, boy."

Sam couldn't believe what his father was saying. He had killed his wife; the soulmate he was blessed by the Goddess with; the mother of his children, and was trying to kill his daughter, because they disobeyed him?!

"She's your daughter!" The 12 year old cried, looking down at the teenager who's skin was growing colder beneath his hands with every passing moment, "How could you say that about Alex...how could you hurt her?! How could you hurt Mama!?"

"Get away from her, boy," the man commanded, ignoring the questions his son screamed at him. He took a step forward and reached a clawed arm out for his naked, unconscious, teenage daughter.

"No..." Sam growled, sliding her behind him as he took a step forward. He let the wolf within him take over, quickly shifting into his wolf form. His stance; firm but shaky in front of his sister. Despite being absolutely terrified, he didn't hesitate to protect the woman by covering the limp form of her gravely wounded body, "You will not have her while I'm alive to protect her!"

He watched, terrified, as anger flashed over his father's features. He knew what would be coming next, but still he refused to budge. No matter what, he would not back down. He would not leave his sister to their father's wrath. He would not loose both his mother and his sister to this psychotic beast.

His father narrowed his gaze at his only son, flashing his deadly, elongated fangs as he spoke, "I didn't want to harm the last heir to my pack," the man said, following suit by shifting into his own wolf form, "However, I'm still young. I can make more."