Beautifully Chaotic

Chapter 28

I strip out of the black dress, I have had to use this dress more than I care to admit. I drop the fabric to the floor and change into something less filled with sadness. Watching her casket get lowered into the ground at the pack cemetery was hard, burying her and my mother in the same month is hard. I loved them both equally and now they are both gone, she was my sister, my first friend. 

I shake away the thoughts and look to Dylan as he undoes his tie. "I hope this isn't becoming a daily thing." he grumbles as he fights with his tie. I smile softly and move his hands gently and undo it for him. 

"The coroner gave me the autopsy report yesterday, it was rogues." He says as he takes off his suit jacket. "How did they get  on the ground to dispose of the body?" I ask softly. "They must have waited for shift changes. It only takes seconds for them to switch out, bit it must have been enough time." He sits on the bed and unbuttons his shirt as he puts on his thinking face. His brows are drawn in and his lips are set in a frown as his eyes focus on the grey wall in front of him. 

I come up behind him and run my hands down the front of his chest and kiss his cheek softly. "Relax." I mutter. "How can I relax when my pack is being murdered?" He growls out.

I tense slightly as I withdraw my hands as if I had been burned. "I'm going to hunt." I tell him as I walk out the door. "Rosie!" He calls but I ignore him.

I sigh softly as I take off at a run and shift. My vision shifts as I transform into a wolf and my mind melds with the more feral side.

I struggle for control but quickly regain it. The air rushes past me as I sprint through the trees.

Hunting is always tedious, killing bunnies isn't fun for me. I slow to a walk and look around before shifting back and sitting down.

"Hello Rosie." My head snaps as my heart jumps in my chest. "Oh, hello Selene." I mumble as my heart slowly dies down.

She gives me a soft smile and sits beside me. "How have you been feeling?" She asks. "Overcharged." I tell her truthfully. "That can happen." She responds as she folds her hands neatly in her lap. "Why did you give me all that power?" I ask her. My tone is sharper than I intended for it to be.

"You are your mothers child. If you are anything like her, you will use it wisely." She says solemnly. I stand up and scoff, "my mother is dead because she killed one of your family members! She was just a wolf and witch when you gave her your powers! I am a wolf, witch, and vampire. You wanted to add goddess to that toxic concoction? Whats wrong with you?!" I yell angrily.

She purses her lips and nods. "Toxic concoction?" I run a hand through my hair. "What else would you call it?" I ask her. "Strength, power, bravery, a uniqueness no one else possesses." She says standing up as well. "You made me a target for the gods, for anyone who wants to take down a tribrid freak!" I scream as all my anger and sorrow rushes to the top.

"You aren't a freak, you are unique and have more strength than you know." She whispers.

I unclench my fist and take in a breath. "Fine. Please go." I say softly. "Believe in yourself." She whsipers before dissappearing.

I let out a frustrated groan and punch a tree causing splinters to imbed in my knuckles. I wipe off my bloodied hand and watch as it heals up. "People aren't supposed to have that ability." I mutter as I glare at my innocent hand.

A hand covers my mouth as a needle gets jabbed into my neck. A burning substance flows from the syringe and into my body. I feel my muscles weaken as my eyeslids grow heavy before darkness grabs me.

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I gasp awake, my eyes widen as I look around frantically. Darkness meets my eyes as well as cold stone. Images of Cyrus and his goon flash through my head.

A shiver wraps around my spine as I glance around the room once more and try to gather my throughts. Dirty bricks surround the spacious room. Maybe a basement?

I am cuffed at the hands and feet with a metal that bites into my skin and burns at the slightest movemet.

Blood drips slowly down my arms as I move a bit. I wince at the stinging pain and groan softly. I feel as if I'm reliving a nightmare.

My muscles feel heavy, whatver they injected me with is taking its toll. A loud clanking is heard as the metal door opens. It scraps across the floor causing my ears to ring.

A gruff looking man comes in wearing a sinister smirk. "I see y'all got my present." He says gruffily as kneels in front of me playing with a silver plated knife.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I grit out as he grins at me with yellow stained teeth. "The pretty young blonde thing? She had beautiful blue eyes and a body that would rock any mans world." The man says with a sinister smirk.

I yank at the chains as my body trembles and my teeth grind together. I glare at the man in front of me wishing to do nothing more than rip his head off.

"You killed my bestfriend." I growl as my eyes flash with hatred. "No, I killed the betas mate. Now I'm moving up, for someone who is supposed to be a powerful hybrid, you don't seem like much." He says flicking the knife down my cheek causing blood to spill from the wound. "You bastard." I seethe.

He grips my chin and growls, "I love it when they talk dirty to me. Keep it up baby." His eyes have a crazed expression as they search mine intently.

"Go to hell." I growl out as my forehead connects with his. He stumbles back as blood drips from his nose. "Bitch." He growls as he backhands me causing my head to snap to the side. I spit out blood as I let out a laugh. "I love it when they talk dirty to me. Keep it up flithy mutt." I growl with venom dripping from my tone.

The door opens. "Boss, we need you." A red eyed man says angrily. "You lucky bitch." He growls as he storms out.

I let out the breath I'm holding and tug at the chains harder. "Son of a bitch." I growl out as blood drips from both sides of my face. That bastard has silver rings on.

He must be the leader of the rogues and my bestfriends murderer.

I lean my head against the cold brick and let out an angry scream. I am held captive. Again. I am fighting for my life. Again.

The door opens and an older woman walks in. "I'm sorry." She whispers before jabbing a needle into my thigh.

I wince and gasp as she walks out and my eyes get heavy. "Shit." I whisper.

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~scarletbride30