Page 2 of Heart Broken Mate

Before the other three could make their attack, the scarred man stood up and dashed at my father. He was angry and hungry for revenge. It clouded his thinking and made his attack sloppy. But he was strong, too, stronger than my father could have anticipated. My father tried to claw him, but he pushed his arms away and grabbed my father’s throat, squeezing as hard as he could. My father hit his arms, trying to relieve the hold he had on his throat. He continued hitting it, over and over until the grip lessened a little, then he stepped forwards, closing the distance between him and the scarred man. He dug a claw into his stomach and tried to drag it alongside the gut, but the scarred man pushed himself off and looked at his stomach.

He was bleeding profusely and would die should he not get medical attention fast. But that didn’t stop his attack, and this time, when he came again, he came with the rest of the clique. The four of them attacked my father at the same time. But they still were no match for him.

He was too fast for them. He fought like he was dancing, moving his legs with such grace that it seemed like he was floating a couple of inches above the ground. He grabbed the first attacker and slammed him against the floor, and before he could recover from that, another came behind him, looking to claw him on the neck, but my father ducked fast, grabbed the assailant by the neck, and put so much force behind his grip that the neck broke. The snap sound echoed through the room, and for a moment, the fighting stopped.

The pack knew then that they might not be getting out of this alive. They didn’t know the kind of werewolf he was when they broke into his home. They would have brought more reinforcements.

Seeing that they wouldn’t bring him down, attacking singly, they decided to attack as a whole. The remaining two werewolves and their bleeding pack leader. They came at my father as a whole force, closing down on him from every corner, so that he had no room to turn and make an attack. They smashed at him with their claws, getting his face, stomach, and neck. Just about anything they could get their claws into, they did

But he fought back. My father was weak and bleeding out, but he wasn’t going to give up, and my mother wasn’t going to watch him fight alone. She made up her mind.

She told me to stay back, and she stepped closer to them. She grabbed the first wolf by the neck, putting much effort into it, but he was stronger than her. He pushed her hands off and swiped at her, trying to cut her with his claws. She was fast, though. She moved back, the claws missing her only by a couple of inches, and she was able to attack again. She swung at him before his arm was even away and punched his face. She put all her effort into it, which caused the man to stagger back.

She stood side by side with my father, who was bleeding heavily now. It was obvious he was going to die, but he was going to fight until his last breath.

They both went after the pack, my mum taking the same man that came after her again, and this time, she didn’t waste time sticking her claws into his neck. She pulled his voice box out. The wolf looked like he wanted to say something or scream, and he was stopped halfway. She removed her hand, and he slumped to the ground, lifeless.

She moved on to the next wolf, who was also ready for her. She looked at me before stepping closer. I had moved back till I was standing against the wall, tears running down my face and fear incapacitating me.

“I am not going to let anything happen to you,” she said, and she meant every word of it. She looked the wolf dead in the eyes and told him. “You will die now.”

She attacked him with a flurry of hand movements. It was like she had a thousand arms moving all at once, and when she was done, the man dropped to the floor, his face and body formless.

My father had killed the alpha, and he had fallen to the ground, life sipping out of him. My mother rushed to his side and lifted him up. She tried to make him sit up.

“I told you to stay,” he said, gurgling blood out of his mouth.

“I couldn’t stay back,” she said.

I started to move towards them, but my mother stretched her hands to me. “Stay back. Do not come any closer. You cannot see this.”

But I could see it. Half of his face was clawed off, and I could see the fear in the other half. I could see the hunger in him to keep on living.

“You have to keep her safe, Nylle. You have to.”

“I will,” my mother replied, and my father said nothing after that. He went quiet, and I knew he was dead.

I looked around the living room, at the remnant of bread and spaghetti we were eating before, at the blood all around the room, at the flesh and tissue scattered around. Then I looked at my mother, who had tears running down her face.

“Let’s get out of here, love,” she said and picked me up.

On the way out of the house, my eyes were fixed on my father. His hands seemed to be reaching for me, his eyes were opened and staring into the dark ceiling, and his mouth opened in a silent cry. He died unable to protect his family.

My mother pushed open the door and went into the hallway. It was quiet that night. Everything seemed to be secretive, eventhe air held its peace, and it was almost like it knew what had happened.

There was no peace tonight—just terror, angst, and blood. My mother continued down the hallway until we got to the stairs. She looked down to see if anyone was waiting for us at the end, but there wasn’t, and we continued down until we got outside.

It was raining outside. It was more of a drizzle than actual rain, but it was cold, and I shivered in my mother’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” my mother said. “I didn’t know it was this cold.”

The rain had cleared the street, and it was empty. Even the beggars that lined it at this time of the night, looking to draw sympathy from the passersby to get some change, were gone.

“Where are we going, mommy?” I asked, and my mother shook her head. She had no idea. She just knew they had to get out of the building and go somewhere safe.

We could go to the council. It would be safe there. We started down the street with a new location in mind. The council would be a long walk, but my mother was committed. Her baby had to survive.

Down the street, just a couple of feet from us, I saw them again.

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