Chapter 13 #2
“Jackson take him, you know where.” Damon doesn’t even look around. He picks me up, cuddling me to his chest, takes me inside the house, and sets me down on a chair. “Baby, what the fuck happened?” he whispers, his voice cracking with emotion.
“The girl that attacked me last night came at me again, but from behind. She got away and ran into the woods, where Ken was waiting for me. He is crazy, crazier than usual, and he thinks that I am his mate. He admitted to killing his mate.” I stop, breathing deeply, and lay my head on his warm chest. I need to feel his protection.
I knew I would fight tooth and nail to get away, but the fear is still there.
Damon rubs my back. “We ran off and he grabbed my foot. I know it’s in bad shape.
Then he dragged me through the woods, and Elizabeth attacked him. I joined in until he was knocked out.”
“I am so fucking sorry, Moon, I was not around.”
I shake my head. “This is not your fault, you were dealing with the shifters and explaining the rules.”
He closes his eyes. “You getting hurt and fighting for your life goes against every part of my being.”
I put my hands on his face. “I know, love, but don’t beat yourself up over this. The important part is it’s over.”
He looks at me. “Yes, it will be.” He runs his hands down my legs, stopping at my feet. “Fuck, Moon, this looks bad.” He touches the tips of my toes and I wince. “I will tell Elizabeth to come and check you out. I need to take care of this once and for all.”
“Okay, baby, be safe.”
He kisses me on the lips, and he takes a shirt off the back of the couch and pulls it down over my head. I use the blanket to cover my bottom half. I need to clean all of these wounds. He walks out the door, furious.
A minute later the door opens, and in comes Brantley with his stroller, followed by Hope and Elizabeth. Hope looks at my foot. “Ouchie.” Her bottom lip trembles with tears.
“It’s okay, baby, I just fell.” I open my arms and she comes to me, and I lift her up on the couch.
Brantley takes Axel out of the stroller and puts him on my other side.
I feel much better just holding them. I hope to God that they never have to experience one ounce of violence in their lives, but I know that this is our way of life.
Violence is part of being a shifter; we settle our shit with fights.
I will shield them from everything I can.
Elizabeth sits down on the coffee table. “How are you holding up?” I ask her.
She looks up at me. “I am fine, I just hate that fucker.”
I laugh. That is the first time I have ever heard her cuss. “I feel the same.”
Brantley cracks a smile and sits down on the couch beside Hope, and Elizabeth pokes and prods my foot. “It’s bad, that is for sure, but you will heal normally. I will give you some medicine to help with the pain, but stay off of this foot.”
“Trust me, it’s too painful to get up,” I tell her with a laugh. My foot is not pretty to look at either but, as a shifter, I will heal in a week or so.
“I will come over tomorrow and spend the day when Damon is out,” Brantley offers. He is literally the best friend I could ask for. And Elizabeth didn’t leave me—she fought with me.
“Thank you guys for being such good friends.” My nose is stinging. “I love you guys.”
“Oh girl, I love you too!” Brantley hugs me with one arm.
“You guys are my family.” Tears fall down my face, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “I am a mess.”
“A beautiful one,” Brantley pipes in. I laugh out loud and Elizabeth joins me.
Damon
At the back of the property is a place only a few know about.
I am there with Maverick, Lucas, Silas, Brandon, Randall, and Jackson.
These are the closest men to me in the pack.
When I arrived, Ken was already hanging from a tree with his arms above his head.
I look at the stupid fucker, who is just hanging there, limp.
I walk over, anger building with every single step.
When I reach him, he looks at me, smiling.
“Well, we finally meet.” He chuckles. “It seems we have something in common.”
Growls are all around me. “We have fucking nothing in common.” I grab his face, squeezing as hard as I can until I hear the pop of a bone breaking.
“Why don’t you let me go and I will just leave?” he says. Like I am just going to fucking let him go?
I throw my head back laughing, “Did you hear what he just said?”
Ken’s smile falls. I guess it never occurred to him that this would be his last few minutes.
“You are going to die. I would watch what I say—that might determine how painful it is.”
“She is just a stupid bitch, why so much fuss?”
I grab his throat. “YOU HURT MY MATE.”
His eyes close, and I unleash all of my alpha power. He looks deflated as all the fight goes out of him.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“I think an old tradition will do the trick.” I leave it at that.
I back away, taking off my shirt, and my beta and dominates join in. Ken realizes what is about to happen. “Wait, you can’t do this.”
I smile. “But I will.”
I change into my shifter form. They gather at my back and I stomp my foot, then we run as one. We all bite and pull. We tear him apart. I jump, grab his throat, and tear it open. Dead.
He will never hurt my Moon again; he will never speak to her again. He will never again haunt her fucking dreams.
No more, he is dead.