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written by Gothic Fires (Michelle)
Lyulf, the beta male had to be in some sort of trouble. Her heart stuttered and then started to beat hard. “Marshall,” she called to her husband and her legs slid into the loose pants. They were young to be an alpha pair, but Marshall could already to amazing things. Getting out of the bed quickly, silently and with out waking her was just one of his lesser gifts.
As her hands began to tie the strings of the pants she froze. There had been no warmth from her right as she had gotten out of bed. She had slept in his spot as she always did when she was in bed alone. “Marshall!” Her feet were moving toward the door at a run, before she could even pass the thought that he had not come home last night.
The hallway was already filled with chaos. The males were running to the stairs and descending to the courtyard from which the howls were still emanating… seeping through flesh and chilling bone. Women came from their apartments covered in what ever they could grab… sleepy but concerned. No one was completely dressed. But the scene was only in her mind long enough to take in that the problem was not upstairs.
Janan descended the steps at a reckless pace, forgetting in her panic that she could easily leap the balcony and land without damage in the courtyard below. She ran into a stopped body and pushed. Despite being only 140 pounds she sent a larger man sprawling to the concrete. The smells were overwhelming… Flesh, fear, worry, anger… and Marshall…
Was he tending to Lyulf already? Had he come home… just not upstairs. She was confused as she stepped out of the stairwell into the massive refuge in the center of the building her clan called home. It was wild, filled with shrubs and flowers... a bit of hard won nature in the old city of New Orleans. The fog made it hard to see, even with eyes made for the dark. The sun sent streaks of color from the eastern edge of the sky, but it was only teasing. Night had not yet given up her hold on the sky.
Something was wrong… yet she could not figure it out. Silhouetted by the electric lamps on the side of the building was Lyulf in midform. It was not time for the full moon with meant Lyulf was either beyond angry or extreme duress. The beta could not control his changes. The only one who could control him was Marshall. Yet he was not… she smelled her mate but did not hear his voice. Step after automatic step took her forward. Time was warped like in a movie or a nightmare, but if Marshall was not taking control of Lyulf… then it was her responsibility to do so.
Another slide of reality found her on her backside. Her mind, at first did not understand why her knees gave out before she reached her target. But her eyes once more looked beyond the werewolf to the gated entrance of the courtyard. Janan was sure she screamed, but did not hear it. Some sound must have escaped her lips because Lyulf’s head swung around and his wild eyes rested on her crumpled form. His lips curled into a snarl, saliva dripping as if he were in a food reaction.
Her feet had been silent until then… but it did not matter. There was nothing in the world that mattered to her now, but getting to the gate. She got to her feet and took off at a full run. The werewolf charged her, picking her up with clawed hands about her waist. Though his nails dug into her flesh and drew blood it was not an attack. She knew that the beta was trying to protect her from the horror her mind had yet to comprehend. Still there was no other choice for her… Janan’s right hand contorted until her nails where sharp points at the end of elongated fingers. With the pad of both hands she hit Lyulf in the temples; then raked his muzzle with her claws. The action had been unexpected and he released her to react, bringing his twisted hands up to his bleeding face.
It had been a dangerous thing to do, the beta was only controllable by Marshall in this state. But Marshall was the one she had to get to. Her soul screamed as she took off at a run again. Stride by ground breaking stride, a vision beyond her wildest nightmare was becoming truth. Going too fast to stop, Janan collided with her husband’s cold hard chest, her tears mixing with blood and grime. The gate strained and groaned from the hit, but did not give.
Behind her the pack was trying to subdue Lyulf. Despite stun guns, chain nets and tranquilizer darts… bodies and blood went flying. Still they would rather face that rage than what their alpha female faced now. All she wanted was her husbands arms around her… to give her strength while her knees were threatening to buckle. It was only thought of him that kept her standing though her body felt like lead. She rubbed her face against him… taking in his scent one last time. It was as she remembered… there was no hint of fear… no traces of Lyulf…
Looking up through streaming tears it was hard to focus on what she did not want to see. Janan did not want this macabre sight to be her mate. But there was no faking his scent. The head impaled on one of the spikes in the gate had the same strong, handsome jaw line. Those full lips that had kissed her so often had yet to thin from blood loss. She reached up and traced them, wondering how much he suffered that hey were split and bruised in several places. His long tawny hair was matted with dried blood and sweat. But most disturbing was the silver crosses that had been stabbed in to each golden eye.
She choked back a sob as her legs threatened to give away again. She would have fallen if she had not dug her fingers into his torso. That was all there was of him… His muscular arms were stretched out and tied to the gate giving more than a foot separation between his head and neck At his waist, his spinal cord and pieces of flesh hung down where his hips should be. Thick globs of congealed blood still dripped slowly to the ground. She would never forget the quiet splashing sound as it splattered on the concrete.
He had put up such a fight. Her fingers lovingly traced each bruise and ragged tear. There seemed to be hundreds of them. It was the thought of his suffering that finally pushed her over the edge. She folded around her center, curling into a ball with out regard to where she fell or what was going on around her. The pain was so intense that she had severe doubts that she could endure it. Sirens wailed in the background, blue and red lights danced across the side of the building, many hard soled steps could be heard rushing up the walk way… guns sliding from holsters as the police threw themselves behind bushes for protection. None of it mattered… Not even the hands the grabbed her under her arms and pulled her out of view of the gate until they were hidden by bushes.