“Can you grab the baby soap and face washers they’re in that tub over there?” I tell him pointing to the tub on the fridge. He reaches up grabbing it down before handing it to me.
“And some towels” I tell him and he walks out to retrieve some before placing them on the counter beside me. I wash Titus and have to wash his hair twice, the food stuck in his curls while Drake holds Ashley watching over my shoulder. He was so close his body heat was seeping into mine and I shivered involuntarily. Once I am done I wrap him in his towel handing him to Drake before grabbing Ashley and cleaning her. Once I am done we dress them and put them on their play mat while I look for the news to watch. A strange feeling of being on edge settling over me and also Tate’s exhaustion was washing over me and I yawned. Drake was sitting on the floor watching as they played with their mat and crawling for their toys. Drake also yawns.
“He must be bloody tired for it to be affecting us” Drake mutters. I nod looking to the clock and I couldn’t help but feel something was going on, my hair standing on end.
“You right with them?” I ask and Drake looks over to me where I was sitting on the lounge.
“Yes but why?”
“I want to go get him” Drake shakes his head.
“Tate wants you here, I will go, I don’t want you out there something seems to be bothering Tate” He says getting up.
“You know where he is?” I ask and he nods.
“Yeah feels like he is east of here, I may not have been around Lana doesn’t mean the bond weakened I can still feel the pull to you both, ” He says and I nod also feeling the pull in that direction. He picks the kids up scooping an arm under each one of their bellies while they were crawling before passing them to me.
“Go to bed, I will send him home, or I will ask Chase to make him, if he doesn’t listen” I nod, taking them from him and he walks out the door.
I have no idea how long they were gone for but after an hour the kids fell asleep and I put them in their beds before hopping in the shower to get ready for bed. The unsettling feeling never left and I had this bad feeling that something was about to happen. I try to ignore it and continue showering. Sticking my head out of the shower door every second thinking I was hearing one the babies cry. I was washing my hair when I heard a noise before hearing footsteps on the stairs.
“That you Tate?” I call out. I get no reply. I hear the door creak open in the hall and shut the water off. Listening while grabbing a towel. “Tate?” I called out opening the bathroom door fully, I could smell something off, like rotting flesh and I know it must be Tate covered in the blood of rogues again. I heard footsteps again and I thought they were in our bedroom. Pushing my bedroom door open I look in but don’t find Tate or Drake when I hear the creak of the floor in my kids room. My head snapping toward their door to find it had been opened slightly. My heart skipping a beat when the scent hits me, Rogues.
The sound of sirens blaring loudly outside and I race to the kids room bursting through the door to see a figure standing next to their crib. They spin around so fast I barely have time to look at them as I lunge at them. We both hit the side of the cot and my babies start screaming. I feel and hear the cracking of bones and kick him as he landed on top me as we crashed against the cot, kicking him in the stomach and away just in time as he shifted hitting the cupboard and bouncing onto his feet.
He growls and I try to get up when he pounces on me, his teeth sinking into my thigh before I punch his wolf giving me enough time to get to my feet and position myself between him and my children. We both lunge at the same time his claws sinking into my sides as I grab him around his ribs landing on top of him, my claws extending as I jam my hand inside his stomach, feel his intestines wrapping around my hand as he whimpers before I feel teeth sink into my leg ripping me off him, my vision turning red as my bloodlust take over, anger coursing through me when I feel the newcomers. Claws digging straight through my back as he rips my towel off making me scream.
I see the Wolf I tackled getting up, heading toward the cot and I manage to grab his tail jerking him back, he pivots his claws striking down the side of my face as he swipes at me, my blood spraying across the wall.
The other wolf rips into my side before I feel it jerk away, taking my flesh with it before hearing a menacing growl, Drake’s scent hitting me just before he jumps clean over the top of me before ripping into the rogue who’s tail I still had a grip trying to stop him getting to my kids. I let him go rolling over to find Asher in the hall. I watch as he pins the other rogue, his teeth going straight through its throat before he shakes his head ripping his throat clean out. The rogue’s grey fur turns red as he dies.
Getting to my feet I race toward the crib grabbing Ashley and Titus out just as Drake kills the other one. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. I could smell my own blood and that of the dead stench of rogues. I hear fighting outside and the sounds of gunshots, before suddenly everything goes quiet, after a few minutes the sirens go off. Tate shifts back instantly while Drake walks out and I know he is making sure there are no more in the house.
Tate steps into the room, his eyes searching before he lets out a breath before freezing, his panic smashing into me when he suddenly puts out his hands confusing me while I clutch our children tightly. I was frozen in shock at what just happened, my mind reeling wondering how they got past the border patrols.
“Lana give them to me” Tate says just as Drake walks in, my eyes snapping to him.
“Lana focus on me, hand me the kids” Tate says, stepping closer and I growl at him, shocking myself, before looking down at them in my arms. Both of them had stopped crying as they stared back at me when I realised all the blood pooling around me and they were also drenched in my blood. The floor creaks my eyes snapping to Tate as he creeps closer when I realise what’s wrong when I try to speak, sucking in a breath I hadn’t realised I had been holding all this time. My children’s scent hitting me and that of my mates.