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Dane
"Shit! Dane, can you hear me? Wake the fuck up!" I hear my brother's voice, it sounds desperate and so far away.
"Dane?????" "DANE!!!"
"For fuck sake shut up!" I open my eyes, to find myself hanging upside down. Blood dripped down my arms and face as I try to make sense of what happened.
'What the fuck happened?' Aero asks, coming too.
I don't answer as I try to get my bearings.
The car is on it's roof, the windscreen shattered. Broken glass sits below my head. A sharp pain radiates from my chest making it hard to breathe. I could smell the fuel leaking from the car, it would be seconds before this whole thing went up in flames. "Shit!" Jenson mutters. He is fighting against the dashboard that was crushed against him. Forcing it back a centimetre at a time with his hands. If we were human, we would already be dead.
Reaching down to release the belt, I feel it. The chuck of glass sticking out of my chest, close to my heart. For all I know it could be piercing the very organ that keeps me alive. Of all the ways I thought I would die, it wasn't like this. "Jenson, look at me."
"Hold on, I'm nearly free."
"Jenson."
He stops punching the dash to look at me.
The cuts on his face from the glass were already healing.
I see the terror in his eyes as he takes in the large piece of glass sticking out of me.
The same thought runs through his head as what ran through mine.
"No....no, no, no, this is not fucking happening. You are having kids! You can't leave Neah. She needs you. We all need you."
"Jenson, you know as well as I do, that the pack will already know something is wrong. That's why you didn't want to look at me, you could already feel that I was in trouble. Neah will feel it too."
'Dane,' Raven's voice screams through my head. 'What happened?'
'Car accident.' I half chuckle back. 'Some asshole came out of nowhere.'
'But you are okay, right? Please tell me you are okay!'
I look at the piece of glass sticking out of my chest. My eyes go to Jenson as he uses one foot to stomp the dash back off his other leg.
'Promise me you will protect Neah.' I mutter through the link. 'If I die, promise me you won't abandon her."
'No.' She starts to tear up. 'She's carrying your children.'
'And until they are old enough, I need you and Eric to help her run the pack.'
Jenson has his hands pressed against my chest. He couldn't hide the worry in his eyes even if he wanted to.
He carefully removes the belt that is holding me upside down.
Catching me before My body moves too much and dislodges the glass.
Slowly he drags me from the wreckage, pulling me all the way to the opposite side of the road, just as the car goes up into one big fire ball.
"Go!" I mutter. "The human cops will be here soon."
"I'm not leaving you." Jenson rips my shirt open, pressing around the wound with all his weight. "It might not be in your heart."
"If it is and you remove it, I die."
"If I don't, you will die anyway, unable to heal and constantly pouring out with blood. What about Neah? What about the twins? You know Roan will take her if you are not about! You know she will never be the same if she loses you." Turning my head to one side, I spit out the blood that had been creeping up my throat. I try to link Neah, but Nyx has her blocked off.
"Are you trying to piss off a dying man?"
"You are not dying." He wraps something around the piece of glass and yanks it out, tossing it to one side, He holds his hands against my wound. I watch his eyes glaze over.
"Who are you linking?" I cough up more blood
"My sister. If there is anyone who can help, it's her!"
Sirens erupt in the distance. But no one had passed us or stopped so someone had alerted them. The other car that had hit us is long gone.
"You have to go!" I snap at my brother.
"Not a fucking chance. I made the mistake of following your orders before." He pokes at my wound and I watch him smile. "It didn't hit your heart." "Are you sure?"
"Raven said you would be dead by now. And you are healing. The cuts on your face have already healed."
I look down to see the wound knitting together. A thick pink line develops, gradually thinning out until it looked as though I had never been injured.
"And you need to because you are not going to like what I have to tell you." He mutters, not quite looking me in the eye "Neah bolted?"
"Eric and a few others are looking for her. They are trying to find her before Roan does"
Sitting up coughing, I listen to the sirens drawing nearer.
"We have to go." I mutter as he helps me get to my feet
"You want to go home? What about Jess?"
I shake my head, "We just need to go. I can't be dealing with humans right now. I need to find somewhere where I can think."
We move as quickly as we can.
When I look down, the wound has completely disappeared like it was never there in the first place.
I feel a sense of relief.
Death was not something I feared.
But now it wasn't just about me, I had a mate and twins on the way. We find an abandoned house and drop down on the dusty floor.
"I hate humans." I mutter.
"Are you talking about the prick that hit us?" Jenson asks quietly
"Who else?"
"It wasn't a human." Jenson murmurs. "You were knocked out. The guy stopped, got out of his car and looked in at us. Before laughing and driving away."
"You are saying it's a Wolf?"
He nods his head at me. "Who's territory are we in?"
"It's not, it's neutral ground." I mutter as I close my eyes and try linking Neah again.
""Are you sure?"
"I know every pack from here to Greg's packland. This is neutral land."
"I think you might be wrong."
When I look at him, he is looking past me.
Turning around, I see a large black shadow, crouching at the top of the stairs. Its beady eyes on us. It slowly rises to its full height, moving into the light where we could see it. A Lycan.
It growls at us, drool dripping from its bared teeth.
"Another fucking one!" Jenson snaps and I glare at him.
'I thought we had killed them all.' Aero mutters. 'How did one get away?'
I turn my attention back to the Lycan who hasn't moved. "We are looking for someone. A girl with red hair. She is like you, but was taken from her home, from her family."
It growls at us.
"My mate is a female Lycan Alpha." I try, hoping it would show some form of interest.
It moves away from the top of the stairs, disappearing around the corner and out of sight. A few minutes later, a blonde female takes the Lycan's place.
"A young girl?" The blonde asks?
""She's fifteen."
"Why are you looking for her? You are Wolves."
"As I said, my mate is a Lycan Alpha. The girl is like her little sister."
"I had one of those once." Her brown eyes stay on me.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
She snorts and folds her arms across her chest.
"Did you kill her?" Jenson asks
Her face hardens. She pulls at the collar of her shirt to show a bite, just like Jess's on her collarbone. "What do you think?!"
"How long ago were you bitten?" I question
"Why does it matter to you, Wolf?!"
Aero laughs at the response and normally I would have too, but maybe we could use her assistance.
"We were attacked, back in my pack. The ones leading the attack had bitten a load of humans, changing them forever."
She jumps the entire length of the stairs, landing inches from me. "Was her name Cassandra?"
"Yes."
She smiles, "I can't wait to kill her."
"You are too late. His mate killed her." Jenson mutters.
The blonde frowns as she smiles, making her look quite dangerous. As she smiles, I see an old scar, just above her lip,
"Good." she mutters
"You got away?" I ask, I wanted to know how she had survived all this time without a pack.
She rolls her eyes at me as though the answer is obvious. Turning away from us, she heads back towards the stairs. "I haven't seen the girl you describe." "Please," Jenson mutters
The blonde looks back at him. "You care for her?"
He doesn't answer her, but I could see it in his eyes.
"The man who had her kidnapped, he is not a nice man."
"Who is?!" she snarls
"They want her to produce pups."
Her eyes narrow to slits. "Didn't you say she is fifteen?"
"Yes."
She sucks in her cheeks as she stares at us. "I will help you, Wolf. But I want something in return."
"What might that be?"
"Money."
"Seriously?" Jenson interrupts. "She is one of you."
"I named my reward. Take it or leave it!"
"Deal." I mutter, holding my blood covered hand out to her.
She shakes it. "You can call me Mallory."