Chapter Fourteen – Fast

A lifetime later plus twenty-five minutes, Godric was pulling up in a rented car outside of my pack house with me in the passenger seat.

"No..."

I couldn't remember the last time I'd moved so fast. Shifted so fast. Ran so fast. Charged so fast. Yet it all seemed to be so slow. Not fast enough. My wolf was horrified at the sight. I was horrified. The pain of seeing dead pack was... I howled my arrival. I howled my pain and want of revenge. I howled to let the other attacking pack know that I had arrived, and I wanted my share of blood.

Jumping into the fight, I saw seven dead members of my pack, two of theirs. Many were injured, but most of the injuries were on my packs side. I saw my brother fighting a dominate wolf, but by blood my brother was an Alpha, by genes he was on the lower ranking of a dominate wolf. The only reason he was still Alpha was because of his Beta, James McDonald, refused to take the Alpha position even though everyone knew he'd be better suited.

Feeling jaws clamp around my leg, I curled around and snapped my own jaw at the other wolf, catching his ear, making him yelp, releasing my leg. As I battled against the wolf, I heard my pack howl down the line to let the others know of my arrival. And the arrival of an Omega. Godric hadn't shifted, instead, he stood just out of fighting range and glared at every wolf that went near him making them quickly turn back to the fight.

Injuring the wolf enough that he fled to help another in battle, I searched the field for the other packs Alpha, and it made me livid. The other Alpha hadn't come. It was like being spat in the face followed by someone rubbing it in. By not appearing, it showed what the other packs thought of my pack. Weak. Useless. Worthless, yet, they'd take it for territory and numbers.

Pissed at the insult, I leapt forward at another wolf and as my jaw clamped around the wolf's leg, a sickening snap cracked around the field. Echoed through the trees. It was so loud that the other wolves paused, thinking one had a gun. Instead, horror and fear grew as the wolf's, whose leg was in my jaw, body snapped. And snapped. And snapped. Until every bone was broken. One bite on his leg... and every bone snapped.

I dropped the wolf's leg in horror. Backed away scared. What was that? What was happening? Had I really done that? Looking at the other wolves in the clearing, I could see them all thinking the same. A couple of braver wolves crept closer, like mice squeaking past a cat, to the broken wolf... who was still alive. Every bone broken yet he still breathed. He still screamed in agnoy. Such agnoy that I'd never heard before.

No one, not even I, knew where to go from here. With one bite, I'd just snapped every bone in that wolf's body. What did you do after that? My wolf answered for me. She howled a warning to the other pack. A warning not in kindness either, but saying, this is what you get for touching my pack. I really needed to stop hanging around Omega's.

Whimpers and cries filled the field. They didn't even take their alive but broken pack member. It would be merciful to kill the wolf... but I couldn't move. I was frozen where I stood.

It was only then that Godric moved. Walking past me like he was on an afternoon's stroll, he moved over to the wolf and – attempted – to snap the wolf's neck, but all his bones were broken, their was no neck to snap. Shifting to his half-form, resulting in his clothes shredding and wolves whimphering, he plunged his hand of claws into the broken wolf, ripping out it's heart. Killing it. Mercifully. Or, it seemed merciful after having every bone snapped like twigs.

I let out a howl then. Grief. Horror. Sadness. Victory. Disgust. Everything I felt in that moment, I poured it into my howl. My pack soon joined me. Howling to the sky that was darkening to night.

By the time we were finished, Godric was changed into clothes that were clearly too small for him and was leaning against the side of the house as my pack members greeted me, although more wearily than I would have liked at first. Once the greeting was over, we dug with our paws to create graves for our and their fallen. Once the graves were filled and covered, our goodbyes were said.

As we shifted to human, exhaustion hit me as I stared ahead, what had I done? Better yet, what on Gods green Earth was I? If I hadn't known I wasn't all wolf then, I would now. What kind of sick magic did that? I could see an Omega with that magic if they had magic, but... what was I and what had I done to have such cruel magic rushing through my viens? Another question popped into my mind, did I really know my mother?

If she was full what I was half... I knew now that I had never seen my mothers power. And I admitted I never wanted too. If she could do more than this...

Shaking my head, I headed inside to find my brother. It was his fault. If he'd been stronger, then I would never have had to come and save him. James, his Beta, was limited with my brother as Alpha. If my brother was stronger, or smart enough to hand the title over, the pack would be stronger and I wouldn't have had to come here and see what my destructive cruel magic could do. If only he was stronger...

I only made it to the front door before the magic finally took it's toll. Making me fall into darkness.

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