The entire flight home I couldn't sit still, I didn't mutter a single word. The moment that we land, I exit the plane faster than you can blink. My priority isn't Jackson as horrible as it sounds, I just need to get home.
When we finally get out of the airport, we take a taxi home. Given that a war went down, I don't take the human anywhere near pack land.
"Go, I've got this." Jackson tells me.
Nodding, I leave my bag and suitcase and I take off into the woods faster than I'd of thought possible. It's taken a whole day and night to get back home, while that has given me time to calm a little, I'm still scared.
The further I run, the stronger I smell the stench of blood. It grows, and I run faster, my heart racing a million miles a minute. The borders to pack land are drenched in red, it's barely morning and I can see the dark crimson colour seeping into the plants and soil. I didn't care to investigate, I run, I sprint, I fucking gallop my way to the mansion.
Beck waits for me outside, a few of the pack members lingering around, the atmosphere heavy with grief.
"Wait!" Beck wraps his arms around me, stopping me from going inside.
"Get off! I need to see him!" I cry, shoving his arms away from me.
Beck struggles to keep me bound. "You need to be prepared! He's in a bad way, Kalli!" Becks voice is pained as I fight against him.
Already weakened for the war, I manage to break free of him and sprint into the mansion. My feet move like lightening up the steps, as if knowing he's in the bedroom.
I didn't think twice about slamming the door open and heading straight for the large man laying on the bed. Naked, black and blue, the doctors wash away the blood with a damp cloth. It wasn't the bruises that instantly turn my entire stomach inside out.
It's the shredded flesh, the huge metal staples gripping his skin together in some attempt to make him heal. The gaping wounds just beneath the medical patches that the doctors apply to stop infection.
His face...his chest, arms, thighs, torn wide open as if he'd been stood perfectly still and someone had hacked at him with a chainsaw. I'd never felt so horrified in my entire life.
"Why isn't he awake?..." I wonder almost inaudibly.
"Why isn't he awake?" I whisper, moving closer, too afraid to touch any part of him, I didn't want to hurt him anymore than he is.
"He's in a coma, Alpha Kalli." The doctor responds solemnly.
It felt like my soul had been sucked from my body, like I couldn't feel a single thing. Only for a moment, but it terrified me.
"Will he survive?" My voice cracks as I ask the single most important question.
The doctor doesn't answer me at first, and I know why, he's uncertain. I couldn't take it, I couldn't handle the pain, and I let it consume me. I let it burn through my body like a raging hot flame, forcing me to my knees on the floor next to the bed. My tears unstoppable, my cries inconsolable, my agony unyielding.
And somehow, I know Hardin has it so much worse.
At some point arms wrap around me, I wasn't sure who, I didn't care who, I just grip on and scream out in temper, in anguish, in fear.
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Everlasting
WerewolfAbused from a young age, Katalayha Slovak was forced to run a house hold, tormented and tortured at every turn. She was the maid, the chef, the cleaner, the punching bag, the daughter that was never wanted. All her life she has been hurt by those wh...
