C2 Chapter 2

We remained silent in each other's arms, simply just revelling in the comfort we brought each other. As the clouds started getting dark, Kayla spoke up.

“We should get going. I bet everyone’s wondering where we ran off to.”

I groan in dissatisfaction, causing her to chuckle. “I couldn’t give a damn.”

“Neither do I, my love.” She lifted herself off me. “But we really need to go back.” She looked down at me, a small smile slipping onto my face as I nodded. God, she was beautiful.

“Fine.” I agreed with a pout. She rolled her eyes at me, getting up and slipping into her clothes, which I did too.

Fully dressed, we shared one last kiss before heading back home, sharing laughs and making small talk when I smelt it.

“Sin, do you smell that?” Kayla asked uneasily, sniffing the air. I felt her tense, inching closer towards me.

I nodded wearily, fear starting to grip me, and it wasn’t because of the fact that I smelt blood. It was because of how strong the scents were, which could only mean one thing: an attack. And as we drew closer, I could hear the screams and cries of the people as a seemingly brutal war raged. I gripped Kayla's hand tightly in mine, pulling her close.

“Stay close, love.” I pleaded, looking at her. She nodded in response. We had merely taken a few steps when our eyes set on her carnage before us. A terrified gasp escaped Kayla as her palm flew to her mouth.

“Oh my God, oh my God. What is happening? Is that—?” And then she screamed.

Right before her eyes were her parents' dead bodies and her sister as well as her little brother. I held her in my arms as she collapsed, crying uncontrollably. But my pain shortly followed as I laid eyes upon my dead parents, my mother’s eyes staring lifelessly into nothing, my father next to her. I didn’t realize I had left Kayla crying and crawling on the floor as I began walking toward my dead parents unconsciously until I heard her scream, my head turning sharply to look at her.

And there she was, being held up with a knife pressed tightly against her throat. Her expression was fearful and terrified.

And then my eyes slowly set on her attacker, shock enveloping me.

“Geralt?” I asked, bewildered.

“It’s Alpha Geralt to you, boy.” He sneered. I knew Geralt to be a trusted friend of my father and a part of the pack. Looking upon him now, I was beyond confused and shocked.

“What’s going on? What are you doing? Let her go.” I begged.

“What’s going on? What am I doing? Well, let me make it astoundingly clear to you, boy: I’m taking what is mine.”

“Taking what’s yours? I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. You never understood anything; you never cared to know. Always spending time with this one over here.” He jeered and then did something which made my blood boil. He placed his hand on her breasts and squeezed; Kayla screamed, thrashing in his arms.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” I roared, charging at them, but then he pressed the knife closer to her throat, tutting.

“Ahh ahh ahh, one more move and I’ll slit her throat and yours.” It was only then I realised that we weren’t alone. There were three other male werewolves with us surrounding me.

“That’s right. Now, back to why I’m doing this. Your father never should have been alpha. It was supposed to be me; I’m the better ruler. I’d make a better alpha.” He had this crazed look in his eyes. How did we not see him for who he truly was?

“He got the recognition and the praises and wallowed in it, while I did the dirty work. But no more; now I’ll be alpha. I’ll be more than he ever was and ever could be.” His eyes diverted towards Kayla, who shook in his arms, tears streaming down her face. “Starting now.”

And then, he did the unthinkable. He slit her throat right in front of me. A horrified scream tore out of me as I reached for her, only to be stopped by his helpers holding me down.

“No, Kayla. Baby, baby. Wake up. Please.” I cried and cried, watching as she choked on her blood, the life slipping out of her until she was no more. He killed her. He fucking killed her.

My eyes glowed murderously at him. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” I swore, but he laughed, stalking towards me as a predator would its prey.

“Oh come now.” He squatted so he was now eye level with me. “I wouldn’t separate lovers; I’ll send you to where she is.”

And with that, he stabbed me again and again, twisting the place in my gut. His men released me, allowing me to collapse to the ground, unable to make a sound. But as my eyes closed, I made a silent promise. I’d get my revenge.

***Flashback over.***

“I’m coming for you, Geralt.” I swore, tipping my cup as I downed its contents and slammed the glass down harshly, “even if it’s the last thing I do.”