Quinneth's P.O.V.-
I pace back and forth across the marble floors by the doors of the pack house. My teeth chew vigorously on my finger nails. The only things that have been murdered are my nails and heart. I can't believe Alexander went one on one with Sasha. I know that Alexander is strong, but Sasha is stronger.
The way he looked at me, like it was the last time he would ever see me again and I him. I know why he did it I just don't support it. We haven't really had that much time to flourish in our relationship and here he goes, trying to be the hero. On the couch sits Christian, his sister Skipper rests her head against his shoulder. By her is Aora who is on her phone, Zeta left us in the woods most likely to go help Alexander.
Mrs. Germani and the wives of the Beta and Gamma all stand by the wall conversating with each other. Katana is with her father in the backroom, most likely catching up. When they saw each other, they were so overjoyed.
He clutched onto Katana like she would disappear again, into thin air. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, worried about what's going on out there and who will make it back. If Alexander dies I- I don't know what I would do.
When I saw him come and rescue me my heart sored, I've never been so happy to see a person before. When I sent the message to channel him, I was under the impression it didn't go through. Maybe there was bad brain reception, or since it was my first time it wouldn't work.
He has to be ok; he NEEDS to be ok.
"Quinneth honey come and sit down. All that pacing will only make it worse." Alexander's mother tells me while patting the seat next to her. Weirdly she's rather calm, Alexander is her only child you would think she would be as scared as me.
"I can't sit down, not until I know that he's ok." My voice starts to waiver. Scary thoughts invite themselves into my thoughts. Of Alexander laying on the ground, blood escaping his open wounds as his eyes lay wide open. Or him taking his last breath, scared of dying alone wishing me or his family and friends were there to hold him. To make him feel that everything will be ok.
"Alexander and the others are strong. They'll be fine, trust me." I hear Aora say as she looks up from her phone.
Outside I see the bushes rustling, whispers sound through the trees. It sounds like. . .someone is coming. I walk towards the glass doors, my hands drag across the glass in anticipation. Everyone turns towards the door, on the edge of their seats waiting to see if it's true.
In a few minutes, I see Mr. Germani coming out from behind a bunch of trees. He clutches at his sides, blood spills from his body. Behind him comes Mr. Holt, some pack warriors and such.
"It's my husband!" I hear Mrs. Germani say ecstatically. She leaves the rest of us inside the pack house waiting to see the rest of our loved ones. She runs down the hill and wraps her arms tightly around his bodice. He winces under her tight hug; she lets go giving him some space. Her clean hands come to his wounds and helps him inside.
Skipper and Christian go to their father, while Aora and Mrs. Parbat go to Charles. Everyone revels in the happiness of their loved ones coming back, but where's mine. Where is my loved one, my mate, the one I live and breathe for?
I go through the sliding door walking aimlessly through the crowd of happy people.
I hear Mrs. Germani ask Mr. Germani, "Where's my baby!" He shakes his head. I then hear her scream, "WHERE IS HE!"
I can't listen to her screams, it haunts me from the inside out. I come to the end of the hill, standing at the base of the forest, I wait. Wait for him to come through. . .to see that he made it through the dark times.
When leaving I told him that I loved him, I've never told anyone that before. Now, I regret it since it will probably be the first and last time, I told him that.
"What are you thinking?" Coming up from behind me is Skipper. Her shiny braces glisten under the moonlight.
"That he's dead on the ground somewhere. He died because of me." I don't even let the tears leave my eyes; I don't deserve it. Will or anyone else wouldn't be in his situation if they never met me. Sasha wants me to resurrect the first power, me not anyone else.
"Quinneth you can't blame yourself for this. Alexander stayed on his own, to fight for you. That's what mates do for each other; they sacrifice." I turn around to Skipper, sadness written all over my face.
"That's the thing right there, sacrifice. He shouldn't have to give his life up for me because of what I am. I didn't even ask for this!" I find my voice raising higher as I talk. It doesn't look like it's affecting Skipper. "I'm going inside." I trudge back up the steep hill.
As I turn around, I notice that everyone is already in the house. It's just me a skipper outside, well now just me she's already inside. She walked so fast I didn't even notice she was gone. Before I get close to the door, I hear someone behind me.
Swiftly turning around, I see Zeta coming, holding Wills limp body in her arms. Coming up behind her is a beaten-up Alexander.
I feel air in my lungs again, my heart starts to pump to its regular tune. And the color comes back to my pale cheeks. He's here and alive right in front of me. His eyes connect with mine, they fill with love and pain.
I run full speed to him, my feet pump against the green grass. He opens his good arm out for me, waiting to embrace me fully. My arms wrap tightly around his wounded body, I kiss him on his cheek. Feeling content with this touch, his smell.
"I thought I never see you again." I whisper in his ear.
"You kept me going Quinn. I imagined your face, hair and laugh and it kept me going." He leans his head in my hair. We stay like that for what seemed like forever.
"Just sit on the toilet, I'll bandage you up." I tell Alexander.
Were currently in his bathroom, it's very big and clean. This is the first time I've ever been in his bathroom, and his room. It's very neat in here, minimalistic. I thought it would be dirty and socks everywhere.
I can hear him let out a painful groan as he sits down on the toilet. I grab the first aid kit from his cabinet and go over to him. While he stares off into space, I clean up the wounds on his forehead, they ooze out in blood. His winces under the touch of burning alcohol.
"Sorry." I kiss the top of his head. His simmers down under my touch.
"It's ok. You know I'll just heal naturally you don't have to do this."
"But I want to. I owe it to you." His takes my arm away from his forehead, and sits me on his lap. Our face is inches apart.
"What do you mean that you 'owe it to me.'"
I let out a deep sigh, "You risked your life for me. I should be catering to your every need." I keep cleaning his head.
"Quinneth. I love you; you don't have to do anything special for me. I wanted to do it; you would have done the same for me if you were in my situation." It is true, I would do whatever I could to make sure he's safe and sound.
"Yeah, but you almost died. I don't know what I would have done without you." My voice cracks.
"You would have been fine." He pats me on the thigh and plants a small kiss on my lips.
"So, what happened out there with Sasha?" When he came in at first, he was really quiet.
"I- she's dead." I pause what I'm doing, shock comes through my body. She's dead, really dead.
"Did you-"
"Yeah, I killed her." My lip's part, I didn't even know what to say at this point.
"You did what you had to do. She had it coming." I coddle him in my arms, rocking us back and forth. Anyone in that situation would have done the same thing, I mean for gods sake she killed Will.
"I- I took a life Quinn." His voice starts to break. I hold him tighter to my chest.
"You had no choice. You had no choice." I keep repeating it over and over again. Not only trying to soothe him but me too. He's not a murderer, but a hero.
Packing up the supplies for school in my backpack, I jog down the stairs into the kitchen. It feels good to be back to normal, me and Alexander are closer than ever. Since I thought he was dead when he went one on one with Sasha, and he thought something bad happened to me when she kidnapped me.
Now, were telling each other everything and not leaving out any secrets. If we want our relationship to flourish, we have to be honest all the time, no matter what. Sasha is dead, finally, so we don't have to worry about me having to wake up some thousand-year-old witches, or someone else risking their lives.
There is fear that her father would want to seek revenge on the ones that killed his daughter. That's Alexander and everyone in his circle, it's been a couple days and nothing bad has happened. We are crossing our fingers every hour of every day. Leaning against the counter, I see my father and Irene conversating with each other.
I didn't hear her come in, it's rather early in the morning for her to be here. She holds a cup of hot coffee in one hand, while readjusting her silk white shirt. My father just stares at her, as if she's the only thing that exists in the universe. The only constant, the thing that keeps him on Earth.
"Good morning, Quinn." Irene says in a chipper voice. I swear she's always happy and smiling when I see her. That smile has never left her face since I've known her.
"Morning, what are you doing here so early?" I grab one of my grandpa's famous muffins from the vintage china plate. Steam rises from the small holes in it, the blueberry smell fills the air. This is something I missed when I was trapped in Oslow with Katana.
"Oh. I'm taking your grandfather out for his birthday today." My eyes widen, crap with everything going on I forgot it was his birthday today. He looks at me, noticing that I forgot.
"You forgot didn't you." My grandpa says edging in the conversation.
"NO! No, I could never forget your birthday. In fact, after school I was going to go pick up your cake from that bakery you like. Carla's Cake Emporium." Mental note, stop by Carla's and get a cake. Hopefully they have this favorite available, Marble Cake.
"It's Caitlin's Cake Emporium." He says correcting me. Damn, I really thought it was Carla's Cake Emporium.
"They both start with the letter C, so yeah. This- this will be the best birthday you ever had trust me." I pour the steaming hot coffee into my flower cup, and put a few extra muffins in a zip lock bag.
"You don't have to honey, I've already ordered a cake." says Irene. Damn it.
"It is." He looks up from his coffee mug, his eyes bore into mine. "Hey, why don't you stay home today. . .with everything you been through you might want to take a break." I let out a sigh and tilt my head to the side. He's been pressing me to stay home, thinking that it isn't safe for me out there. Or Sasha may come back from the dead and kill me on the spot.
"Irene, would you mind if I talked to my grandpa alone." She sits down her mug on the tan counter, and starts walking towards the living room. Once she's gone, I start talking freely with my grandpa.
"I can't stay cooped up in the house. I need to live my life." His eyes revert from mine, angry that I'm not agreeing with him.
"How do you know Sasha is really dead. She is a red wolf, it's hard to kill one of those."
"Alexander said she's dead, he's the one who killed her." I said annoyingly. Since Alexander killed her, he's been having a hard time coping with it. Yes, he indeed hated Sasha I mean she kidnapped his girlfriend. But still, it was a life and he took it. I've been spending most of my free time at the pack house with him making sure that he was alright and won't do anything irrational.
"Still, her father is probably angry at his ONLY CHILD'S death. And may want to take it out on the killer's lover." He gives me a stern look.
"Lover! You make it sound like I'm 50. I'll be fine I'm only going to school. The worst thing that could happen is I get a scratch from P.E. If anything bad happens you'll be the first I call." I kiss him on the cheek and head towards the front door. "Bye Irene."
"Bye honey have a good day!"
Slamming my locker shut, I adjust my books in my arms. It's the first day I've been back, never thought I would be happy to be here at school of all places.
"Kidnapped." I hear a voice say from behind me. My body jolts up in fear, turning around I see that it's Kate. Her dark blonde hair is pinned up in a ponytail, as her burger earring dangle from her ear lobes. You could say that Kate has a.. . very particular style of fashion.
"What did you say?"
"Were you like kidnapped or something, me and the girls haven't seen you or Lyra in 2 days. What's going on?" We walk down the hallway towards my economic class. While I have economics first period Kate has Biology, which is in a different direction. Someone is going to be late.
"Won't you be late Kate?" She shakes her head at me, not bothering by anything.
"It'll be fine, we have a sub today. I'll just say that I'm on my period and the cramps are kicking." She clutches onto her stomach, groaning out in pain. Oh, she's really good. "So, tell me where you guys were?"
Oh, just getting kidnapped by a psycho wolf so she could use me to wake up a bunch of thousand-year-old dead witches, I think to myself. Instead of telling her the truth, I tell a little white lie.
"Me and Lyra got into club ten and had a massive hangover." We did go to a club, so it's half true half a lie.
"You guys are bad. Why didn't you invite us?" She bumps her hips with mine while giving me one of her dazzling smiles.
"It was a small group thing, trust me if it wasn't, you and the girls would have definitely been invited. Speaking of girls, where the hell is Lyra?" Usually, we always meet at my locker and walk to economics together, but she's nowhere in site.
"I haven't seen her, neither has Jack." She may be sick, or still in shock of what happened on that very night. I wish that she didn't hide in the backseat of my car when I left the club, I need to start looking in the back of my car before driving off. Alexander didn't want anyone to know about this life. Not only to protect Alexander and his pack, but Lyra and others. It's too late now, she knows.
My grandpa said when she came to the house to tell him what happened to me, she was pretty shaken up. She even had to run someone over, to save her life of course. Like Alexander, that leaves a permanent scar on someone.
"She's probably still hung over; you know how Lyra can drink."
"Got that right, hey see you later ok."
"Ok, bye." She skips down the hall to Biology class, her burger earring dangle from her ears.
Walking into economics class, everyone is sitting in their chairs talking amongst each other. I squeeze through the desks to get to mine. I get my books out, getting ready to get caught up on 2 days of missed work. My eyes turn over to the desk next to me, someone comes in and sits in it. But the person isn't Lyra, it's someone I never wanted to see again. Someone I thought dead.
What the hell is he doing here?
"Missed me?" A grim smile forms on his lips.
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