Everett’s pov
Our car came to a halt at the entrances to the Paz pack and the other cars that followed, occupied with my army of fighters, stopped too and they all came down armed with weapons and ready to fight. I began to march towards the guards at the entrance in long fast strides and they charged towards me too. If I were them I wouldn’t do that because no one had ever survived my blades whenever I slayed it; it meets whoever and that’s the end for them. I smirked and began to march faster, adrenaline and anger powering me up the more as every ten seconds ticked by.
I didn’t let my anger blind me though, this was a strategic attack and as the alpha, I had to be in a single and arranged mind frame to be able to defeat these trolls that derived pleasure in putting werewolves through extreme pain. My heart dropped for Rachelle once she came to mind again and it only made my resolve to take her out of this pack at all cost harden the more. I met with the Paz entrance guards and gave them a serving of my sword that I specifically made for myself and always used for special events like this. It was always sharp and ready to slice through the flesh of the enemy. Their yells of pain as death welcomed them sounded like music in my ears, their blood splattered all over me as I stabbed and cut through them one by one but I didn’t mind it, I was going to get rid of any mess on me after saving Rachelle and Violet. At that moment, I meant pure business.
Once we got rid of all the guards at the entrance, I stopped and looked back at my fighters. They all looked ready with hard looks on their faces, their eyes held no emotion except rage as they held their weapons tight, waiting for my order. My gaze travelled to Theodore’s and he nodded at me as a go ahead, I nodded back and faced everyone. This was it, the point of no return and we were to do it quickly, get rid of any werewolf that came in our way, get Rachelle and Violet and leave… that was the plan and we were going to stick to it. I linked my mind with them all and repeated the plan to make sure we were on the same page. They all nodded vigorously and I smirked as I raised my sword above my head
“We change and attack!” I yelled and everyone threw their weapons, tore off their clothes and turned into their werewolf forms automatically. Once they had all done that, I tore off my shirt and pants too and let Rex take over. He was stronger so why not? I was determined and sure I would overpower any werewolf that came my way in the pack.
I let out a loud howl that signaled a fight and ran straight into the pack with the other werewolves on my trail, howling as they followed too. We were all ready, to live or to die… the goal was to save my Violet and my mate, Rachelle.
Rachelle’s pov…
They stopped electrocuting me and I just stood there limp and weak to even stand well on my own like a pile of nothing. I heard Violet call for me and I turned to her getting tied up but I was too weak to even move my lips or speak to her. I was meant to be used to this, the whole process of the torture, the electrocution, the whole stabbing and tearing but it seemed my body always grew new flesh to feel the pain all over again like its forgotten the last time. I was already a masquerade of scars so whatever they did to me again, I didn’t care because it didn’t matter. I was already scarred and flawed and it couldn’t get worse than how I already… It was that bad.
I groaned and spat blood out from biting my tongue too hard while I got electrocuted and I heard Kyle chuckling. I looked at him and saw him in the bandage again and I couldn’t help but laugh. I knew I looked like a maniac at that moment or maybe a werewolf gone mad but I couldn’t help but find delight in the artwork I turned him into. I remembered the moment when I kept punching him nonstop that night and he laid there, helpless and limp that he couldn’t even speak. I had never felt that satisfied in my life as I hit him on and on that I got lost in it, I didn’t even know I was close to killing him. Thanks to Violet that saved me or else I’d be dead by now in the hands of the ruthless alpha.
It was at that moment I made a vow to kill them all one by one. I swore to make them die slowly while they felt pain in my hands. I wasn’t a psychopath, it was just pure revenge. I got a taste of it that night and I really wanted more afterwards… especially with Kylie. She was a witch and she deserved to die like one, by fire!
I was still laughing at the sight of Kyle when a hard punch ran across my face, my vision blurred out from the blood that ran through my eyes, it didn’t really hurt though… my body was going numb already and I didn’t care if they hit me further or not. I just wanted to succumb to the looming darkness that threatened to take me away “I’m going to kill you all Kylie. I’ll make you feel double the pain I’m feeling right now” I said drunkenly but it was due to how weak and half unconscious I was.
She glared at me once she caught what I just said “you bitch!” She yelled and gave me a hard kick on my stomach. Air escaped my lips from the hit and it felt like my intestines had turned to mush, I couldn’t feel my body again; it felt like it belonged to someone else and only my brain my functioning to comprehend what was happening around me so I laughed again and that infuriated her the more as she began to hit me nonstop in frustration while I just laughed after every hit like I was truly a maniac. I still caught Violet’s wailing and screams as I was hit on and on but I couldn’t even look at her, my vision was covered with my blood and my body was literally paralyzed to even move.
My body got to its limit, it had already taken all the hits it could take and began to shut down. I didn’t know if I was dying or just going unconscious again but everything was just a loud ring in my ears, my head just hung from my neck and it was difficult to even breathe so I just gave in to the black dots that slowly invaded my sight… until I heard howling and this howling sounded different and meant war. Werewolves only howled like this for war; I knew from what I had covered. Kylie stopped hitting me and turned around to see where the howling was coming from. I began to fight the dizziness that was taking over me and struggled to raise my head so I could see what was happening through my blurred vision, it wasn’t going to be clear enough but I could see a bit of it.
I heard Kylie groan then order a guard to take Kyle away. She began to run down the podium in long strides along. With their father and next thing I knew, they changed form into werewolves. I still didn’t understand what was happening so I tried at my very hardest to see what was going on until suddenly a familiar voice mind linked with me and spoke to me
“Just stay still, I’m coming for you” the voice said and I froze “Everett?” I asked more of myself and looked at Violet. She was staring at me with wide delightful eyes, she heard him too! I smiled weakly at her and nodded while she nodded back too. Everett was here! In flesh and blood to save us. Finally! I thought and released a long breath of relief.
They were fighting and werewolves died, some got injured but it was obvious the Crescent moon
Alpha pack fighters were winning gradually. I could hear the sounds of bones cracking, snapping, breaking from where I was tied up and I couldn’t help but feel scared for Everett. I kept on hoping he was safe as I tried to look until my body have up on giving me the little strength it had left. I still struggled though, to see him. At that moment, I was ready to do anything for him just to make sure he was going to be okay. My heart thundered and I couldn’t control the way my heart beat sporadically threatening to jump out of my chest.
It wasn’t only dear that reigned In me at that moment, there was also a weird feeling I felt, like I should run off to Everett and just hug him tight and not let him go. These past days, I missed him terribly and I just wanted to feel him to make sure he wasn’t a figment of my imagination when I ran from the border of the Paz pack. The way I felt when I had his body up against mine in my room that day was still fresh in my memories so I was sure I didn’t suddenly think it up. I was feeling the same way now, I couldn’t help it. I always thought I was a lost cause, a person everyone had given up on just the way my parents did and abandoned me to this life filled with hell.
I remembered when Kylie and Kyle mocked me and told me repeatedly that I was useless till I was forced to believe their words as I was locked up in the dog cage. I thought; maybe Everett was truly done with me, maybe he didn’t even want me as a mate in the first place and was just acting nice towards me because I was his only choice from the moon goddess when I stayed in his pack. Maybe he thought, oh good riddance! Once he heard I was kidnapped but seeing him here right now just made my heart swell and I couldn’t decipher what it was I felt exactly deep in my heart but I just wanted to be in his arms where surprisingly, I knew I’d feel safe the most.
The fight ended soon enough and the whole fighters from the Paz pack were either laying injured or lifeless on the ground. I believed in Everett, he wasn’t the Crescent alpha for nothing. I knew he would emerge victorious because he deserved it, he had a good heart and I believed only good people deserved to win in the end. I felt delighted to know that Kylie was part of the injured or probably dead werewolves, but they all just laid there helpless.
A werewolf began to come towards me and I knew it was Everett. He morphed back into his human form and something else replaced the rage that was in his eyes once he saw me. He looked sorry and handsome, I could see the remorse on his face as he came forward and I counted his steps he took towards me, my heart beginning to lose control while I wondered what it’d feel like to have his fingers on my skin again. I turned over to Violet and Stellan was loosening the rope used to bind her against the stand and my brows furrowed in confusion. Stellan? Wasn’t he part of the Paz pack?
“Rachelle” Everett’s voice called me and it felt like heaven. I looked at him and his jaw was set strong as it ticked from time to time while he loosened my rope. “You came” were the only words I uttered and touched his face before I finally surrendered to the screeching in my head and fell unconscious in his hands…