Kimber's legs pumped as fast as she could push herself as she ran back towards the pack house. She knew that howl, knew what it meant. They were under attack and she wasn't there to help defend their territory. Bree ran alongside of her much to her dismay. She had tried to convince her friend to stay hidden. She wasn't a fighter, not like Kimber.
They weren't far from the main house when a sharp crack sounded through the trees causing Kimber to drop to her knees her heart racing. Gun shots. She heard a thud to her right and her eyes whipped in the direction.
"Bree!" Her mind didn't even register the scream as her own as she scrambled towards her best friend. Blood poured from the wound in Bree's chest her body already limp.
Even though she knew she was gone Kimber pulled her behind a tree tears streaming from her face as she cradled Bree's body to her chest. She should've stayed. She would still be alive if she had stayed. "Why did you have to be so stubborn!"
An anger she had never known filled her as she jumped up and tore off towards the main house. She knew at this speed a sniper would not be able to get a shot on her. Not a human one at least. The attacking pack would pay for Bree' s death. This was an unprovoked attack that she knew her father would not let go unpunished. This pack would die.
She made it to the clearing in front of her home and froze at the sight before her. Bodies of all ages and sizes were sprawled on the ground as fighting continued around the slain. She had heard of attacks such as this, but never thought they would happen here. Just as she was about to shift back to her wolf form a wolf in the center of the field caught her eye.
Mine. her wolf purred deep inside of her causing her heart to drop. As if he had heard her the wolf turned to her shifting into his human form.
The man walking towards her that had killed countless of he packmates was her mate. From the way the other wolves protected him as he moved towards her told her that he was an alpha.
Even if her wolf had not recognized his she would've known him. She had seen him in her dreams, though he had always been just out of her reach. Like her mind would not allow her to grow to fond of him. As if it knew the cruelty that was within him.
"You will fight with me, with your mate!" The man boomed as he got closer causing her blood to chill.
"Never," she growled her eyes narrowing. In an instant her father was in front of her, his body bloody.
Run, run as fast as you can. he told her through the telepathic connection the whole pack had. He was in his wolf form as he charged her mate, who in turn shifted and rammed into her father.
She would've expected them to fight for a while. Her father was not weak, but it seemed that he was already worn down. Already on his last breath as her mate clamped down on the back of his neck with a swift shake of his head she felt it. Felt the death of her alpha. The field grew silent as what happened spread through the few remaining fighting wolves. It was over. Her mate had won.
Sola didn't care about pack law, about how packs worked in that moment. She had lost everything. Her best friend, her father, her pack. She felt her wolf surge through her as she shifted running at her mate as he straightened to gloat in his victory.
He eyes didn't even get to register the angry she wolf before she had latched her teeth to his throat, his blood gushing out into her mouth. With a violent shake of her head she made sure he could not survive.
A sharp pain forced her to release him as she fell to her knees. It felt like she had bitten her own throat as she felt the wave of anguish wash over her from the loss of her mate. It didn't hold a candle to what he had taken from her though. Her eyes lifted as she looked through the field. Her pack was dead, her father dead, her best friend; dead.
As if they could sense her intentions the remaining wolves in the field turned to run. Though they would not get far. The whole night she hunted every last one of them down.
Her father had always said the most dangerous wolf there was, was one that had nothing left to lose.