Greg’s POV
It was refreshing.......
There is plenty of fresh air feeling in my lungs, trees rushing past me as I run faster than I have ever tried to. I force myself to lose to ‘Eddie', my wolf. Let him take control. I hope we are safe to let him mourn and do whatever he wants.
I watch the beautiful scenario through his eyes: trees passing by at a tremendous speed, grass, stones, and deep roots. I hear a highlighted melody of the birds singing, beautiful songs but I don't get to enjoy it for long , my wolf is already miles away before I can savor the sounds, and butterflies dancing over my wolfs nose and he pushes them away with his strong breath, bringing the scent of the fresh flowers.
Then I hear something else......
A choking cough, and a scent of the smell of werewolf blood. That doesn't feel alright inside my guts. Bile goes up my throat and I fight for control over Eddie. I fight and fight to shift, but I can't. My body and my mind are no longer strong or under my control.
I can feel my claws slashing over and over. I want them to stop, but I don't have control.
Fear is washing through my veins. I pray and hope that what is happening isn't something I will have to regret for the rest of my life again.
Finally, after a nonstop fight for control, I take back control from Eddie and blink back the tears that are surrounding my vision to look clearly at what had happened, but I can't hold them back. They still fly down my face. I fight the urge to scream, gritting my teeth and biting my tongue to induce pain in myself.
I try to stop shaking and stand still on all 4s, but am losing balance, almost falling to my knees. The forest is closing around me.
In my human mind, I am bursting with rage, hurt, and feeling lost.
“Why do bad things keep happening to me? What did I do so wrong to the Moon Goddess?”
My panic is taking over again and I stand still, looking at what I have done. I shed tears, looking at my claws, blood coating each part of them.
The Gammas Mate 'Rachel' lies on the ground unconscious, with teeth marks all over her body. Her intestine and part of her stomach organs protruding from the wounds I had given her, a horrible sight even for me.
I shake my head involuntarily, left to right. "No Ree….NO….not you." I let my knees fall to the ground, dropping down to the ground. Holding her so tight in my arms. Pushing fresh air in grasps in both my nose and mouth.
I whimper.
“Hang on Ree, I am so sorry……”
Tears keep going down my face like a running river, I start shaking again, and with a choking sob I try to open a mind link to my beta 'Alex', and before I can bring myself to make a coherent sentence and ask for help, he informs me of yet another perimeter breach of our pack lands.
We have kept our werewolf existence hidden from the human world for centuries, but during the last couple of years, the human world has developed software that is way too advanced beyond our own, and now they are too close to my liking.
They keep poking their nose where it should not belong at very bad timing.
I push through to shift to my human body but can't get control. My dead mate's smile comes to my mind when I closed my eyes. I need a destruction. If not, the good, even the bad. I want to feel pain. I want another kind of pain, pain that would overdo the pain I am feeling.
I open my eyes again to a movement Rachel made. I look at her, blinking at me rapidly and her eyes letting go.
“Alpha…”
She mummers in a very low voice trying to make a sentence that I can't understand. Rachel needs someone to come to her aid.I sob again and hold her in my arms, looking around for something that would help us. She can't die on me, she was here to guard me, and I couldn't be an Alpha enough to protect her from myself. I want to Unsee, to undo this so badly this, the look of pain in her eyes. The pain in her words. She is powerless, laid bare for me.
“Stay with me, Ree…. Please stay with me…. Alex is on his way… you going to be alright….. Just please don't die on me, please…….” I keep trying to keep her awake, scared of myself and for her safety.
My eyes wonder on her face, tears dripping through her eyes, so much pain radiating through me from just watching her pain, I can't breathe properly anymore, I try to hold my breath but it's hard, the green veins are now showing vividly all over her skin and she is getting more pale.
She is dying on me.
I feel like a spear is cutting through my wounded heart again and again non stop.
An idea comes to me to stand on my feet. I am taller than most trees in this forest when I stand on two legs. Maybe I can make a louder growl to show how desperate they need to hurry to bring aid to where we are.
But then, being brought back to reality, we have a perimeter breach, there might be drones above me, and news of a werewolf in our pack's land will bring more danger to me, Rachel, and the whole Pack.
My mind travels back to the first perimeter breach. It happened when I lost my wife 'Angel' two years ago.
The morning tabloids were throwing their victory in my face as they got access to the first-ever picture of me, posting me at my worst while I sobbed, holding the corpse of my mate.
And today, if they are lucky enough, they will get another glimpse of me again in my worst holding a pack member I might have killed.
I curse at myself for taking too long to finalize a partnership on the perimeter protection safety software.
I can hear movements getting closer. I sigh with relief.
They made it.
“Help is here, Ree…” I try to say the words as I feel a needle pricking my neck. My chest squeezes into something, forcing my chest to contract abnormally. It forced all my muscles not to move.
I watch as my second in command, 'Peter' take Rachel out of my hands and starts licking her wounds, while the paramedics lie her down on the bed.
“Hurry, let's get her to the Pack hospital," my second in command, Alex, commands.
Peter sniffs her neck with tears dripping through his eyes. He keeps telling her something that I can't grasp, as I hate myself more for what I have become and the pain I am causing my Pack.
I hear the ambulance sirens as I lose consciousness.
