Chapter 29

Answer: Jada

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"The greatest fear in the world is the opinions of others, and the moment you are unafraid of the crowd, you are no longer a sheep; you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom"

Chapter 29

But there was something else. I'm no expert on voices, but there was something odd about this woman.

There was a hunger in her. That's what I feared the most, the question that popped up next in my mind.

A hunger for what?

Before I can bethink more on the thought, she speaks once more.

"He's here."

* * *

"Hunter, so nice of you to join us. I was worried you were going to be a no show. I guess you're not as heartless as they say."

Someone walked around me, stepping on my fingers on the way.

Biting my lip, I stop the scream that wants to escape my mouth.

"Ops, My bad. Wouldn't want to hurt your little mate over here." The fear in me heightened when I couldn't hear a reaction from Hunter.

Tugging at my wrists, I try to free my hands. My fingers aching badly.

"On second thought, what's a few broken bones?" A yelp escaped my mouth as the woman squeezes my injured fingers.

"Stop." Hunter's alpha command made the woman freeze, the pressure of her hand still on mine.

All at once, the pressure was gone. A loud chilling laugh escaped from the woman's mouth. If it wasn't for the initial shock of what's going on, I would be sobbing right now.

The realist in me kept chanting, 'You're going to die, you're going to die!'

"You're no Alpha of mine, I don't need to listen to you," She spoke harshly.

Gulping down the pain, I struggle to free my self.

"If you're smart, you'd listen to me anyways." Hunter spoke strongly, but I could sense a fraction of doubt.

"And lets say for argument sake that I'm not smart. What then, oh all mighty Alpha?" There was a sense of teasing in the woman's voice.

Trying intently to listen, I hear the rustle of moving feet in the background.

I hate this. I hate how vulnerable and weak I am at this moment.

Blindfolded. Bounded. Trapped in a reality far worse than any imagination.

"Cut the crap. What are you doing here?" Hunter's voice appeared closer than before, yet still at a distance.

A mocking giggle was sounded before the woman spoke once more.

"What, no welcome home? I'm disappointed in you Hunter. Don't you miss me? I sure missed you. Despite the hell I've been through because of you, there wasn't a day yo weren't in my mind."

There was a frighting silence surrounding all of us.

Tugging at the rope around my hands, despite the burning pain, I got it slightly loose.

"Stand her up."

With the woman's demand, I feel two arms grip me under the armpits and drag my weak body up. A hint of the drug still in my body, restraining me ever so slightly.

I stood limp, but still up with the strength of the stranger. Rather than fighting, I don't move at all. When the stranger realizes my lack of defense, his grip becomes more relaxed.

Using this to my advantage I slowly grind my hand outwards to stretch out the rope.

"Stab her."

Barely being able to breathe as it is, the new demand makes my lungs feel like they're locked away and I don't have the keys.

The stranger hesitated at first, before I feel one of my legs being raised.

"No. Stop! Please don't do this!" Blind and begging, I trash around violently.

"Leave her out of this," Hunter spoke in a deathly tone.

"Oh Hunty, you've gone soft," The woman's sickly sweet voice made my ears ache.

The stranger once more hesitates and I think that my begging worked. I spoke too soon. An unbearable pain erupted in my lower abdomen. The insufferable pain outweighed anything I've ever felt before, making my screams get caught in my throat.

I could feel the fresh tears stream down my face as I sobbed. I don't know what it was, perhaps the stranger had used his foot, or his fist or a bat for all I knew.

What ever it was, it did the job.

The rope around my hands were removed as was the blindfold and the stranger all together.

Crumpling to the floor, I lay in a ball in agony. My sight coming back to me brightly.

Just as my head made surface with the ground, I saw Hunter charge at a very familiar woman.

All I could hear was the throbbing of my body, if that is even possible.

It was like a scene from a movie; the battle scene.

As soon as Hunter charged at the woman, she moved away and was then backed up by groups of more werewolves.

It hurt to even think, but I could still comprehend that the werewolf who surrounded the woman were bad.

Before a second could even be counted Hunter's men In their werewolf form joined the battle field.

And then they fought.

Wanting to sit up, my body felt like it weigh a thousand pounds.

As werewolves, fighting didn't take hours like it did for humans. Just minutes later and I saw other bodies lay emotionless on the floor.

The fear of being able to recognize the dead bodies sank in, and I adverted my gaze to the sky.

I feel like I'm dying. I probably am.

The pain I felt was overlapped by the powerful fear that coursed through me.

What if the Dark Moon Pack looses? They were the strongest pack out there... But...

What if there's someone stronger?

All I could see was blue and white. Clouds and sky.

My fear was joined with guilt. Although I physically could do no help, the guilt that I was doing nothing at all was eating away at me.

Feeling something wet against my forehead, using my better hand I wipe at it.

Blood was smeared on my fingers, most likely from when my head hit the ground.

This was pain.

I hope Soph and my mom is safe.

This is guilt.

The Dark Moon Pack might survive, but what if I don't?

And this, this is fear.

But I do not fear death, I never have.

I'm afraid of loosing the people I love. I'm afraid of leaving this world with a mind filled with unanswered questions.

I'm not ready to let go.

I have been granted with such a fortunate life and yet I've destroyed so many good qualities within it.

Although my vision consisted of only two colors, my ears could hear loud and clear. From the sound of a fist connecting with its victim, to the heavy steps of each fighter, down to the thud of a concurred soul.

The worst was the sound of the pleading. The pleading of the men as they take their last breaths. Speak their last words. And just a second later, they're gone.

It so easy how a person can just become a memory; and that's what death does. Make the initial change of present to past.

Between all my despair and agony, I hadn't acknowledged the close presence until they pressed down on my wound.

A new burn erupted where the person touched.

Blinking feverishly a head came into my vision surrounded by the blue of the sky. Bright, bright blue.

"G-Greg?" I ask dazed.

"Shh, you need to keep pressure on the wound. You're loosing too much blood." He spoke calmly but his hands moved with hastiness.

"Am I g-going to d-die?" That's not the question I wanted to ask, but it was the only thing that escaped from my lips.

I wanted to ask what was going on. Is it over? Is my family okay? Is Hunter? How is he here? Who's the familiar woman? Why is she doing this to us?

Why?

"Not If I have anything to do with it," Greg wasted a second to look at my face before going back to my wound. He had taken off his shirt and was now tying it around by wound.

Greg's bruises were now healed, but there was a scar leading from his wrist to his forearm. It was old.

Each time I blinked, my eyes stayed close a little longer then intended. A sense of fatigue hit me full on.

"You're okay, stay awake. You ave to stay awake, Rose." Hearing Greg's words, I forced my eyes open.

"This is going to hurt." As Greg tugged on the cloth, the stab wound throbbed achingly.

Finding the courage to speak, I say, "I-Is it over?"

"Yeah, it's over. We won. Everything going to be okay." He whispered soothingly.

Greg gently but swiftly brought my upper torso up so I was leaning on his crouched figure.

"The bleeding stopped, you'll heal in no time. I guess being a werewolf has it's perks."

With my new position I was able to see the whole field. It was a disaster. Bodies lay everywhere, weapons included. You would think as a werewolf weapons would be unnecessarily, but people would do anything for an upper hand.

The dark moon pack's members crowded the field, buzzing with an energy. They were all men, go figure. However, I couldn't help but to notice the still females that lay on the ground. Dead.

Watching my gaze, Greg spoke, "They're from the enemy."

"Were they a pack?" I ask.

"No, just a lot of rouges who teamed up."

"And they're all d-dead?"

"Every last one of them." Greg said proudly.

"E-Even that woman?"

Greg looks at me confused, "What woman?"

"The leader. She t-told that guy to stab me."

"I wasn't here for the beginning, I never saw a woman, but don't worry. They're all dealt with. You're safe." Although Greg's words were supposed to comfort me, I was still a pit of worry.

"What a-about Hunter and Soph and my- my mom?"

"Rose, they're all okay. We should go they're clearing up the field. I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" I nod and grip onto his neck.

Lifting me up bridal style, I lay me head on his chest. As we passed, every pack member turned to look but none spoke.

Greg carried me all the way to the parking lot where tons of cars were parked. Just as he took a step on cement, a figure started running at us.

"Rose!" He shouted, rushing over to us.

"Hunter!" I say with just as much of a jolt.

Without exchanging any words with Greg, Hunter took me from Greg's arms and squished me against him.

"Ouch, Hunter!" In an instant, Hunter put an arms length between us.

My feet were now firm on the floor but my calves were trembling. I feel much better than before, but not well enough to stand on my own.

My knees buckled and I almost crashed to the floor. Fortunately, Greg caught me in time.

"What's wrong, what happened?" Hunter's tone drenched with panic and accusation.

"She was stabbed by their knife," Greg informed Hunter.

Hunter transitioned me back so I would be supported by him rather than Greg.

"I didn't ask you," Hunter said in a rather harsh tone. It actually startled me by how rude he was being. I know he never liked him, but still. Greg saved my life. If the blood didn't stop then I wouldn't have been able to heal.

"Y-you were there . I thought you knew," I spoke back criminally.

"I blanked with rage as soon as she told them to stab you. I told my men to cover you, I thought you were okay. As it seems, I might need to get better warriors."

Looking at Gerg this time, Hunter says, "I'm assuming the knife was laced?"

"Yes."

"What do you mean laced?" I ask.

"The group carried weapons like knives and guns. A regular weapon like these wouldn't cause too much damage on a werewolf but it looks like they laced the weapons with a drug harmful to werewolves. The gun kills automatically but the knife only challenges the healing process. All you need to do is get the blood to stop." Taking each word at a time, I attempt to wrap my head around the news.

Werewolves using drugged weapons have never happened before. Mostly because there hasn't been a drug that could affect is like this so far. I guess that's not the case anymore.

An unfamiliar face starts walking up to us, his eyes only castes on Hunter.

"Alpha, the whole border and territory had been checked. We can't find her anywhere. Perhaps she left?"

Hunter's arms tensed. "She wouldn't leave. This is all or nothing for her. She's not done playing. Have everyone secure the territory one more time. Also have someone check up on the woman and children, update them, but do not worry them. We'll find her, she never was good at hiding. "

"Whose she?" I ask alarmed.

Hunter's arms tightened around mine but his eyes didn't match with mine.

"Emily."

One word. One little word that answered so many questions. However, they were only replaced with even more questions.

"Emily Emily? L-like the one you used to...?" I couldn't even finish my sentence. I was shaking with disbelief.

Emily looked so different from how I last saw her. She changed so much that I couldn't even recognize her.

"How? Why? She- she wouldn't do this. I mean she- she left. She was gone for good. She said it herself!"

"Well it looks like she hadn't gone too far. She planned it all. The attack, the killings, the notes. All of it. Her." All the information began making me feel faint headed.

"Well it looks like she was very good at hiding. A-and now she just disappeared?"

"We'll find her, she's just hiding in the shadows. The only reason she lasted so long before was because no one was looking for her. Don't worry, you're safe, everyone okay," Hunter said.

Why do people always say that. That everything's going to be okay. What if it's not? The future is unpredictable, anything can happen. Okay may not happen. No one might be okay. Everything might not be okay.

And that's the thing about it. It's okay not to be okay. Things won't always go the way we want them to, and there's nothing we can do about it. We have to accept the sad faith.

"Alpha, should we wait for you to proceed?" The man interrupted.

Speaking with authority, Hunter replied, "No, go on for now, I'll meet with in a few minutes."

"Yes sir."

Right after the man left, Hunter started to speak again.

"Can I trust that you will take her safely to my house? I'll send a pack doctor over to check up on her."

"Yes, of course." Greg replied civilly.

"Oh, and I assumed there was no need to address this earlier but according to what happened this morning, It should be said. If you ever kiss my mate ever again I will personally make your life a living hell. When I get through with you, you'll be begging me to end your miserable life. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Greg's eyes widened with Hunter's threat, and so did mine.

My mouth hung open as I openly gap at Hunter. I can't believe he just said that.

I can't believe he even knew.

A smirk forced on Hunter's face when he noticed my expression. Kissing my cheek, he left me with a scarred Greg.

"H-He's joking," I say, not at all convincing.

"He's Hunter," Greg spoke out.

I couldn't tell whether he was joking, or just saying a fact.

* * *

When we got to the house, Greg was very insistent on carrying me.

"No, really I feel much better. I think an arm will do just fine." Greg smiled at me, giving up.

"I'm going to miss this, you and I, it's fun teasing you."

I scoff, "I hardly call that teasing. And I'm going to miss you too, but there's also this cool device thing where you speak and someone else across the world can hear. Cool ain't it?"

Greg just smiles and ruffles my hair.

"Hey! I'm injured, leave me alone." I stick out my tongue at him playfully.

"Promise you won't forget me when you get to your new pack?" I give him a sad smile.

"I promise, and promise me that you won't forget about your old- but not that old, good looking pal, Greg."

"I promise."

Although the short moment of forgetting all the of our stress was nice, it was over all too soon.

Back to reality.

Giving me his arm, I put as much weight on it as I can, then stammer the rest of the way.

The door was unlocked just like we assumed. Stumbling in, Greg suggested that I should sit in the kitchen while he gets me a glass of water.

"I never really asked you before, but are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Greg states, smiling to prove he's fine.

At least he didn't say he was okay.

"Welcome, welcome. You're late, I was starting to worry. Hmm let me guess, secret make out sesh?"

Looking at the source of the voice, I gasp in surprise.

There she way. Sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping from a straw in a glass.

"On seconds thought, Greg's too much of a wuss to do anything like that. Although I gotta give you some credit, Gregory. That kiss this morning, that was ho-ot."

Getting angry, Greg spoke before I could.

"You're a freak." Nice one Greg, real threatening.

"Ouu I'm scared." Emily let out a laugh so high that I think her glass almost shattered.

This girl, this couldn't be Emily. I may have hated Emily the first time I met her, but she can't be this girl. People used to think so highly of her. She had this grace to her that I hated the most.

She was almost the Luna.

But this new Emily... So dark and evil, so pained and tainted.

This Emily was different in the worst way possible.

"You know, I took a lucky guess that you would come here. I mean, I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't be stupid enough to really send you to his home. Guess I was wrong."

Letting the glass cup in her hand slip, I saw as it fell and smashed into a thousand pieces.

Emily hopped off the counter, taking slow strides around the kitchen. As she walked, I saw a gun firm in her hand.

"It was a hard decision actually. I mean so many possibilities. Would he tell you to go home? To the pack house? Or even take you with him. Guess my lucks finally turning around."

Greg took a step in front to protect me.

Emily smiled at this, then raised her gun. "Greggy, I'm sorry I had to drag you into all of this, but unless you want to be dragged into your death, I recommend you take a step back and let us girls talk."

"No," Greg spat hatefully.

"Greg, let me do this." I speak quietly even though Emily would hear anyways.

"No." He said again.

"Greg, I need to do this," I say in demand.

Greg takes several steps back but that's as far as he goes. Knowing that's all I get, I don't argue.

Connecting eyes, I see the message in his.

Don't do anything stupid.

I give a curt nod before going back to Emily. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for. This can end with both Greg and I dead. Or with an explanation and a dead Emily.

"So what's the plan? What's you're big finale?" Swallowing up everything I feel, I hide the weakness and stand tall.

"That's simple. I Emily, will kill you, Rosalyn. Don't take it personal, it really isn't. Hunter killed my mate, it's only fair that I kill his."

"Fair? You honestly think this is fair?" My voice came out shaky, but clear.

"You're right. I don't care if it's fair or not. I want Hunter to suffer, and frankly, I want you as well. I hated Hunter because of what he did, but I also loved him. I guess we have that in common," Emily's wink repulsed me.

"I knew that when you came into the picture he would leave me. So I left first. I was all alone in the cruel world and let me tell you something about loneliness. It sucks. I had no money, no house, and no one to keep me company.

Although that changed at a mild pace. I met some other werewolves who were feeling rather lonely as well and I guess we just... bonded. They're all dead now, but oh well. You see, we all had a similar desire. We wanted Hunter to suffer, we wanted him to loose the desire to live. For the big bad Alpha to drown in his very own pit of agony." Emile gave a short pause, as if recoiling her thoughts.

I didn't dare speak. Honestly, I could hardly even breathe.

"It's harder than you think, you know, to make up a plan that has this conclusion. Hunter couldn't feel. He truly was heartless. Killing countless of people, ruining thousands of lives. He never loved, never genuinely laughed, even when he was with me.

He forced himself to believe that it was real, but I could see through his mask. Unfortunately, I never truly saw this until you came in the picture. You can't fake the love you have for your mate, even if you really, really try. You make him feel. Even his mother didn't affect him as much as I expected." Emily was pacing around the kitchen, continuing with her rant.

I understood where Emily was going with this. It just seemed to click.

"If I kill you, Hunter will break."

I was quick to remark, "You're underestimating how much he really cares for me."

"Oh please, I've been watching you two the whole time. You think Hunter was always this possessive? All his emotions, even anger, got heightened when you came into the picture. "

"Why are you telling me this? Why not just shoot me and get it over with?" I might be going against Greg's message.

"Because unlike you lot I've got patience. Plus, I want to enjoy this."

"Alright, so what's the plan after this? He'll come after you." I have a plan. It's far fetched but it might work.

If I just stall her until someone comes, anyone, peripherally a specific Alpha, they might be able to help us. If it wasn't for the gun in Emily's hand, I would have showed her my dark side already.

"I don't care. I'll run and if he catches me then that's it. I don't care if I die as long as I pay my dues first."

"That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?"I question.

Laughing bitterly, Emily taps her gun against her thigh.

"You're right, it is. However, I think I've stopped caring what people thought of me about twenty dead people ago. I just don't care anymore."

Hearing rustling from the front door, I prayed to see Hunter's ocean blue eyes enter the room.

We all stared at the main hall, the suspense eating at me.

Relief washed through me at the sight of my mate barging in. He went straight for us, stopping a foot away from me.

Looking at him so close to me, I feel hope raise inside of me.

Turning back to Emily, I saw the end of a gun aiming right at my forehead.

And like always, hope left me disappointed. I should have known better.

This is what she was waiting oh so patently for. She wanted Hunter to see the life drain from me.

Too afraid to look anywhere other then the gun, I ignored the shuffling that Hunter made.

"You think you're scary? Guess what, so am I." Hunter's dark voice made my breath hitch even though it wasn't aimed at me.

Sparring a second to look at him, I see a gun in his hands pointing at Emily.

Emily wasn't looking at me anymore, although her gun was. A wide grin formed on her face. It looked so odd, but it wasn't like she was sane.

"Do it, I dare you," Emily turns back to me, her finger resting on the trigger.

Stumbling a step back, I prepared myself to run.

With a crooked smile she whispers, "Let's shoot together."

I started moving before she whispered.

I was running when the trigger was pulled.

I stopped breathing when Greg shouted.

I collapsed right after he did.

Blood stained his naked torso, I pushed his head to rest against my lap. His lips quivered as blood tainted them. His skin began to go cold. His veins started to stand out.

Greg was dying.

"Oh god, no, Greg, Greg stay with me." I cried out, my hands brushing his hair back.

Greg's lips shuddered to form words.

"A-Answers- My h-house. G-Go there"

"What? Greg no, no you can't leave me. Please, don't die. You can't die." A silent tear dragged down Greg's cheek and I was quick to wipe.

"T-Take care of m-my f-family."

"No, you take care of them. You can't leave us." I beg. It was useless.

It was too late.

"R-Rose-"

"Yes? Greg, I'm so sorry this happened to you. You don't deserve any of it. I love you, Gregory."

One of my hands attempted to cover his wound but I knew there was no hope. The gun had the drug.

Greg's skin was almost ice cold, his veins were turning black.

Yet, he still said two more words. The last two words that would ever escape Greg's lips.

"I promise."

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