Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Is this it?

I can't turn and I've no idea why. I'm as weak and powerless as Juan said I was.... because of me,

Colton will perish tonight too. He'll feel this pain, he'll know I'm suffering and as soon as my heart

stops, his will too. I failed to keep my mate safe, by failing to save myself and I don't deserve his

love, his bond.

I'm sorry, my love. You were right. I'm no warrior.

I doubt he'll even hear me, as along with my ability to turn, my mind link is silent and has been since

I lost him upstairs. I close my eyes, trying hard to connect to him, to feel him inside my head one

last time, but there is only deathly silence in the recess of my brain as fingers encircle my throat and

I wait for the inevitable squeeze to end it all.

My blurry vision focuses in front of me, straining across the lawn in a last-ditch attempt to see the

world I'm leaving behind. As he begins to choke the air out of my body, slowly, enjoying the power,

savoring it, smug about the lack of my fight because I have nothing left. Truly sick.

My eyes settle on the chaos laid before me, and my heart implodes with what I see, the devastation

too much for me to really compute. Tears rolling down my face as sadness numbs out everything

else. A quiet peace filling my senses as shock and reality hit, to shield me from the horror of what

I'm witnessing

There are bodies everywhere. The unwanteds, the guardians, side by side, no care as to whether one

was important or not. There's blood, debris, and the lifeless souls of my reject pack, strewn wherever

the eye strays. Headless, maimed. Some torn to pieces, some just bleeding out from wounds across

their throats and already dead. Dark fluid taints it all, blood in the shadows, stains everything as far

as I can see. Chaos everywhere. It's a massacre we never saw coming, and they hit the weakest in

our kingdom, the ones who had no defenses. Most of us were just children, or teenagers, and we

never stood a chance.

This is it for us. My story is finally over.

I close my eyes and accept fate, choking slowly, no longer panic strewn but accepting, as blood

sours out my sense of taste and I gag and fumble at the grass beneath my palms. Hot and sticky

with my own life essence. Struggling to breathe, heart giving in, unable to fight while my body is

broken and shattered. Paused and waiting for the final snap to end this agony and suffering.

The sudden wrenching of the hands around my neck makes me spasm in response, so in tune with

the final blow, but instead of a relief from this plane to the next, I'm set free. Dropped hastily so my

face collides with the damp stinking grass and the taste of my own blood is rammed backward as I

inhale it forcefully. My throat released, and the flash of air that wooshes by me turns my gaze to

follow impulsively. Weakly following the path of whatever just flew by me.

A black flash of snarling fur, a huge beast in utter rage, taking down the form of the man that held

me captive and I can tell it's Colton as his scent follows on the wind. That instant inner completion

only his presence can bring me, and a tiny ounce of my heart is restored. I slump my head down on

my cheek to watch him, as I can't do anything much else.

Colton scurries over to me and hauls me into his arms without hesitation, the relief evident on his

face and yanks me close to his chest. Wrapping me up and smoothing his hands over my naked

body to check for any sign of unhealed marks. There are none. Wolf healing is incomparable and

almost always fully effective. There are only a few things in this world that wolves can't heal from

and none are present tonight. He tugs my face to his throat and hugs me with less panic in his

touch, exhaling heavily as he allows himself a moment of relief that warms me to my core and

brings me some calm.

“The pack have them in retreat. I need to get you to safety and follow them. There are survivors and

we have to stop them before we lose them.” He nuzzles his face against my hair before shifting me,

making it clear we can't stay her. He helps me up, pulling me to my feet and leads me bodily,

keeping me close, to one of the abandoned trucks that are scattered in every street surrounding the

school. I recognize them as belonging to the Santo family. They must have flooded in from every

part of the mountain at a moment's notice.

"How did you know to come?” I ask weakly as he slides me into the nearest vehicle, pulling a

blanket from the rear and draping it over my naked body as I begin to shiver insanely. I may be

healed but my body and mind are going into shock from all that has just taken place and I suddenly

feel as though I'm in some sort of a dream. Fully aware his taking control is necessity as I don't have

the presence of mind to do anything for myself.

“Your link was broken, and I couldn't reach you. I knew something was wrong. I could feel your

confusion, and then your fear. Your pain almost ended me, and I didn't think I would get here in

time... They did something to the house. Soon as I got near it, my wolf form struggled to stay.

There's some sort of noise or frequency around it. It stops us. I could feel it in the garden, but I

couldn't hear it.” He closes my door, jumping in the front of the truck and scrambles around for

keys, finding them still in the ignition, thankfully. Wasting no time in putting it in gear, reversing us

at screeching speed as though we're in pursuit of something and high tailing us towards the south

road out of this part of the mountain valley. Getting me away from here, even if the threat is being

chased off in the other direction.

"Where are we going? Why aren't you saving anyone else? There are more of us, it's not only me in

that home! You can't leave them behind!” I sit up, panic stricken and sudden concern for the others

left behind, hitting me in the chest like a freight train as my tears return with a passion and I half

sob, half choke the words out. My reject pack are back there, they're the only family I know, whether

I liked them or not and there are so many innocents among them.

Colton catches my eyes in the rear-view mirror and looks away quickly, a sadness hitting me right in

the heart as his emotion silences me with a swift shunt of my stomach. I immediately know what the

pain and sorrow is in what he doesn’t say. He avoids my eye as I stare at the back of his head,

feeling him, reading him as he overcomes my own senses. Tasting his hesitation and sorrow.

“There is no one else is there?” I state blankly, numb shock weaving through me and hitting me with

the gravity of this situation. The weight of reality settling on my shoulders to drag me back down to

numb calm. He's in constant link with his pack, they would know about survivors, and I'm guessing

the fact they're chasing down the vampires who ran, and no one but Colton is shepherding one of

us away, means they already checked.

He shakes his head, unable to look at me and I catch his furrowed brow and the gleam of moisture

glazing his eyes in the mirror over his head. He ups a gear, pushing the truck to dangerous speeds

as we head out of the valley and up onto the main road that takes us around the perimeter and out

to the south.

"We weren't fast enough... I almost didn’t get to you in time. We just weren't ready for something

like this. I wasted time assembling the pack, when I knew you needed me.” He sounds almost

ashamed, but without the pack, he wouldn't have been able to fight all of them himself and save me

at all. They would have taken him down too, as soon as he lost his wolf form in the gardens.

“All of them... the unwanteds.... the guardians. They're all gone.” It's not really a question but more

of a dazed reaction as my mind pushes me into shock at what's happened, verbalizing the truth, and

I slump down across the back seat as silent tears begin to fall down my face, diagonally across my

cheek like sobering cold smears and soak the cold leather of the truck.

“I'm sorry, Lorey. I know they were all you had. We never knew this was coming.” Colton's voice is

shaky and low. Shame and regret tainting his normally sexy huskiness. We share the agony, but it

doesn't lighten the load. Insides twisting in cruel heartache as it sinks in fully.

In the blink of an eye...... they're all gone. Just like ten years ago.

The sad thing was, until this moment, I hadn't thought they were what I had at all. We were never a

pack, or a family in my mind before, but now, those others, they matter more than I ever gave them

credit for. Even Vanka, my roommate of ten lonely years, and I would give anything right now to

have her get in this truck and blow smoke in my face.

My heart crashes inside my chest as the most painful debilitating heaviness hits me hard, and I let

out a mournful sob that turns to a howl as my body turns without my trying. I lie on the back seat

breaking inside all over again. My body reverting to my wolf form in a bid to heal me from the

agony my heart's in. A defense mechanism, because my instincts think I'm dying all over again, how

ironic.

The most heart wrenching howl I've ever heard, leaves my own body, fills my ears and echoes into

the eeriest silence of the dark world around us.

First my blood family, then my pack, and now my unwanteds.

Is there nowhere to run where fate won't deliver me the worst kind of blow and take everyone from

me?