“Why wasn’t she in a safe room?” Tate yells before collapsing next to his brother. I knew the answer, there wasn’t one here, no roller shutters, no nothing, only cells. I had been here enough to know that Andrei relied on brute strength and his well-trained warriors. This is exactly why I let my women train, they can defend themselves if shit like this happens.
Alex steps onto the creaky roof and helps me lift her body off the pole. The flagpole is barely a meter off the roof, and you would have to be sick in the head to make an example of the Alpha’s Luna like this. Jackson would pay for this, they would all fucking pay for this.
“Get me a towel,” I order Alex as I step back in the window with Angie’s body in my arms. I couldn’t smell any male bodily fluids, so they killed her and butchered her body, but at least they didn’t rape her.
Alex was a blubbering mess as he helped me cover her body before taking her down to her brothers. I place her body in Tate’s arms, and he hugs her close. I know how much her family loved her, and her being the only girl was going to be a massive blow. In every sense of the word, she was her family’s princess, she had been the only girl born on her father’s side in five generations.
“Where is Andrei?” Tate growls, and the fire in his eyes worries me. I bend down, gripping his face.
“This is not his fault, she was his mate. Imagine if you lost Jasmine,” I order. He grits his teeth but nods, looking back at his sister’s body.
“What’s going on?” Mateo says through the mind link.
“Where is Kat?”
“Knocked her out as you ordered.”
Damn, she will kill me when I get home, but I know she would have tried to save her or anyone here. She would have tried even if it killed her in the process. “Don’t let her out of your sight, Jackson wiped out nearly all the pack,” I explain.
“How many left?” Mateo asks.
“Only those that were with our men and the Southside enforcers,” I answer, and he growls, knowing that there weren’t many. “Angie is dead, Mateo,” I add when he says nothing. Ares whimpers in his head. We may not have seen eye to eye with Angie, but she grew up with us. We watched her grow from a baby to a woman, we grew up with her brothers, and now I had to tell her parents. Fortunately, her father still hasn’t shown up, and I hope that means he is still at home with his mate.
“What do I tell her when she wakes up?”
“Nothing, we won’t be long. I am bringing his pack back with us,” I tell him.
“I will organize the packhouse for visitors.”
“Get Derrick over to help,” I order him, cutting off the link.
Katya
I awake to the sound of dozens of unfamiliar voices rolling over. I am back in our room, but I can hear something is going on. The packhouse is chaotic. Sitting up, I rub a hand down my face, trying to remember what happened. My thought process is a little sluggish. Is it the pack run? I wonder until I hear howls and people wailing, and I knew that wasn’t the sounds of excited pack members.
Getting to my feet, I shove open the bedroom door. People are arguing and panicking, making me rush down the stairs to the second landing. Mateo is busy trying to calm everyone down. The entire place is filled with men, I recognize no one, but recognized that scent.
They all smelt like Andrei, and I have no doubt they are his pack members. My brain finally catches up with me, and I remember Andrei taking off with Ezra. A second later, I scowl remembering Mateo knocking me out. But if they were all here, what the hell happened, and why weren’t there any women and children?
Finally, a few of our pack members walked in the door. I recognized Alex and Mathias as they try to calm down the people standing inside the foyer. The people continued to argue, but one word kept coming up no matter what pair of lips it came from. Revenge. But revenge for what?
“Everyone needs to calm down! Ezra and Andrei will be here soon,” Mateo tries to reason with them, but they are growing rowdier, and the testosterone in the air is potent.
“No, we need to gather more people and hit them back!” Someone yells.
I walk down the steps toward Mateo to see what is happening when people start throwing punches, arguing over what the next move should be. Alex and Mateo are struggling to break it up.
“Enough!” I scream out, my Alpha aura rushing out when Mateo gets shoved backward, stumbling into Mathias as they are tightly packed in the foyer.
The whole place falls silent, everyone’s face turns to me, and I swallow, not liking the attention but also refusing to let them cause so much commotion and shove around my pack members.
“You will not be shoving my pack members around and yelling and screaming in the packhouse. Everyone outside now, while I figure out what is going on,” I order. Of course, some protested, which I expected because I was not their Luna, but they still bare their necks in submission.
“They killed our entire Pack Luna, even strung our new Luna up like a holiday display! They killed our families and slaughtered the children. So how do you expect us to calm down? We want revenge, and we need your men, so we can’t even retaliate?” snaps one of them.
Mateo’s voice flits through my head. “Kat?”
I am more focused on the fact that they just said Angie is dead. I swallow down my churning emotions, and it was quite the pill to swallow as it threatens to choke me at learning that information.
“Nobody is going or doing anything until Ezra and Andrei arrive, and there is a plan, I will not endanger my pack members by running blindly in anger. If everyone would kindly step outside before causing more damage, we will organize sleeping arrangements and organize everyone into the empty houses and pack rooms,” I inform them, forcing my aura over them. I hated using it, but with the way they are, someone would get hurt if more fights broke out.