Freya growled, “I have better questions based on your memories. Why are they here? In OUR mate’s territory?” She was right, those were better questions. I had told them never to come back. In fact, I’d told them they would die if they ever came back here.
Clay was going to die anyway. I just had to time that perfectly. Now, he’d come to me which made it so much better. Especially considering who Sierra’s mate ended up being. They charged me, but I easily fought them off.
I heard Sierra scream and looked up. From my angle I could see her face. She was just on the other side of the door. Clay charged for her. Oh HELL no. I killed the Alpha and lost myself to my fury. I punched Clay in the back of the spine and paralyzed him. I wasn’t even slightly sorry.
I took out the other two who were trying to hang back, but I didn’t kill them. They could tell EJ everything Black Mountain wanted to know. I picked up the rock Clay had dropped and rubbed it. The Ring may have these, but I have Paige.
She’s better than every Witch out there except Valdoma, and she was working on that. It’s part of why that Coven I’d saved Paige from wanted her to be forcibly marked. She was a powerful Witch. They’d buried the information about her parents, but I’d found it for her. Her mother was practically Witch royalty.
They didn’t technically speaking have royalty anymore, but Paige’s mother was from that line. Paige was actually their Queen. Unless her brother was alive…then he was King… and I was fairly certain he was… a captive… somewhere… I just had to find him.
Ironically, I didn’t have those doubts for my own brother being alive when he was; however, the facts remained I couldn’t find Paige’s brother yet. Maybe he’d show up at some point. He might think Paige was dead.
Or he was actually dead. I honestly wasn’t in a place to say anything about that anymore… mentally anyway. I’d been so off about my own family, but that was different… I saw them die. My data still supported my theory.
Paige’s dad was powerful in his own right. Paige just knows they were all in the car when they had an accident. That’s all she remembers. I’ve had her checked by specialists and they believed it’s a psychological block more than anything physical.
Xander instantly put me behind him right after the dome disappeared, but he didn’t understand. I needed Clay to suffer in unimaginable ways. I’d planned to give his name to Cayden in exchange for some information he wanted.
I’d planned to say if he’d torture Clay for me… I’d answer one question. I knew Cayden would do it too. I even knew which question he’d ask. Was I in the Resistance? Easy enough. Yes. It was the wrong question though, and that was a good trade off.
Clay would be taken out of this world painfully and Cayden would’ve gotten one of the answers he wanted. I dragged Clay over to Phil. Phil could think of torture ideas I’d never even dreamed about. Or he knew people that could. His brother, Jeffery, leaned Hackura.
EJ and Xander were yelling, but I was looking at Phil. I could tell he knew exactly why I was bringing Clay to him, but he wanted to hear it. So, I explained all while excluding Sierra’s name. It was probably a little mean on my part because I knew that Phil would be angrier hearing Sierra’s name off Clay’s lips.
Clay was dumb enough to still think Sierra was his. He even said it out loud. Idiot. Phil’s mark was literally viewable. One would think that would give Clay pause. Just the slightest fraction of a second, but no.
Phil linked me, “You don’t need to have any questions about it, he’s dead.” I replied, “I could’ve killed him a long time ago. I want him to suffer, and you know…. like awful things to do to people that I don’t.” Phil answered, “Yes, I do.” Good, that was the goal.
Phil’s parents ran in, and they left as a family. Well, minus his siblings. I was sure with how he must be feeling they would be with him soon enough. I needed to go check on Sierra, but Xander pulled me back. EJ muttered something about paperwork.
I winced knowing that was true, but this really wasn’t my fault. Freya agreed, “It’s not. They attacked us first.” True. I’d even waited. Haley snapped the paperwork done while Dylan pouted. My dad was mad, and I was certain his question was fairly self-explanatory.
My family was pointing out obvious things. Freya laughed, “You have to know, that being able to beat an Alpha is rare for a Beta. If they did it, it would take a long time. Yet it’s easy for you. You even accomplished it in a minute.”
I replied, “I told you… I’m the resident Werewolf freak. I do weird things, and our weaknesses don’t affect me.” Freya sighed, “You are not a freak, we are special.” Dylan wanted Xander and I to fight. Someone should tell him we had.
I really wanted to go find Sierra, but Xander had his own questions. I explained and… it was really a simple explanation. Jean is a grade A jerk, and incredibly cold hearted. Eric was fuming. My family had more questions about me beating an Alpha.
Technically, I beat my first Alpha at fourteen. In the Undergrounds even… I still remember that the crowd had been stunned as had the Alpha. Especially because I barely offered him a fight until the end. Said man who goes by the title Alpha and didn’t deserve it…. was not a fan of mine.
Which was fine, I didn’t like him either. He still wanted to sleep with me, which was creepy in my opinion. The man can’t stand me… but he’s down to get down. Freya snorted, “You can say he wants to have sex.” I replied, “He also wants to buy and maybe mark me… so...” She growled in my head. I was totally with her there.
Before we could leave, everyone argued about being on my list of people to talk to. Oh gosh, why did they have to hear all that? Why didn’t anyone mention Xander was in a meeting so I could not say things like that? Xander popped us out right to Sierra who was crying her eyes out.
I ran straight over and hugged her. Freya said, “You make your assurances to the human. I’m talking to the wolf.” Good. Sierra thought she was weak because she froze. No, she was normal. Hell, I froze when I saw their group for several seconds.
I winced when Sierra mentioned I’d stopped her from being marked with my hand. Xander lost it about Clay biting me. Freya snarled, “I would’ve ripped that boy to pieces.” I knew that. Sierra was still inconsolable. I rocked her like my mom used to do to me while petting her hair.
I linked her, “Phil really does have him… your mate is exactly what you always wanted. You can stand by his side and fight, and he can avenge the things that happened to you. Your mate is fighting for you, Si. He will take care of it.”
Sierra cried, “I’m so weak.” I argued, “You’re not. You had a perfectly rational response to seeing a man who hurt you. A man who tried to steal your life and your mate from you. I even froze for several moments when I saw them.” It made her laugh.
Xander told Sierra to go relax with the girls but made sure she was getting checked out. I considered jumping him, but that was inappropriate. Freya huffed, “Boo! It’s appropriate.” Sierra linked me, “Why not you?”
I sighed, “Because our wonderful friends didn’t tell me Xander was in a meeting. Their mates were in there with them, and they knew it was a meeting. I guarantee their mates now want to know if anyone tried to mark their mates. I KNOW Jason will want to know.”
Tristan linked me for the first time in almost seven years, “I don’t know if this is going to work but you are my sister, and I’m not compelled not to try anymore. So, it should.” It was working and it was beyond nice to hear his voice in my head.
