Carter continuously barked orders at me as I doused myself in the scent-concealer. Though, it would be hard to completely camouflage a scent from a mate, it is possible. Our two healers had concocted it five years ago and since then, we’ve all been required to wear it by law. I strapped my holster for my silver-laden gun onto the loop on my pants, then placed my silver-coated knife into the holster of my ankle.
To our knowledge, werewolves have only two weaknesses that can kill them, silver and mates. Silver poisons their blood stream and knocks them dead within the first twenty seconds they come into contact with it. That is why it is forbidden in the outside world, it is why we’ve spent years hunting and making it.
Though, none of us have successfully managed to kill an Alpha’s mate, we’ve tried, and got killed on numerous occasions because of it. Alpha’s are the pack leader; the sole authoritive leader, the bastards are too arrogant to have another pack member with any ounce of authoritive blood, for the Alpha’s would challenge them and the reciprocant would most likely lose.
I tied my hair into a tight bun at the nape of my neck in case one of them attempts to yank my hair, one of my many weaknesses. My scalp has always been very sensitive.
“Mya, are you even listening to me?” Carter yelled, gripping my shoulders and giving them a shake for good measure.
“Of course I am!” I wrenched his hands off of me and slipped on the sheath of arrows over my back, clutching the bow in sweaty palms.
“I don’t think you understand the dangers of this mission,” He patronized, adjusting my gun holster so it won’t fall off, “I love you, Mys. And, I refuse to let you get hurt. So you need to listento me-” He cupped my face and peered into my eyes, and I peered back into his dark brown ones, “Stay close to me. Grab all the supplies you can and do not make eye contact. Okay?”
My eyes wavered from his, uncomfortable with his eye contact and our close proximity. “I love you too, Carter. I’ll stay close.” I promised, the uncontrollable urge to bounce on my foot unrelenting. I need to move, I need room.
“I don’t think you understand Mya, I love you.” I’m not naïve to the fact that he’s professing his love, but I put up the façade of confusion to get out of this awkward ordeal.
“We’ve been over this.” I tried to grin in humor but it came out as a grimace.
“When this is over, I want to-” he cleared his throat, “I want you to-to-”
“I get it,” I interrupted him, biting my lower lip in shyness, “Yes, I’ll be your-.” His eyes sparkled and he leaned down until our lips connect, interrupting me. His lips are slightly chapped and moderately thin. Yet, it wasn’t an un-pleasurable experience, it felt familiar, like home. Carter and I had kissed once before, when I was thirteen and him sixteen. We’d been each other’s first and only kiss to this day and while the kiss four years ago was an accident, this one is anything but.
He didn’t attempt to stick his tongue in my throat like the other girl’s my age described their kisses to be. It was like our lips were molding together in perfect synchronization. When we drew back for air, he caressed the side of my face with the pad of his thumbs and dropped another kiss on my lips.
“I know.” He smiled, taking a step away from me, “It was supposed to motivate you to stay alive.” My finger smoothed over my lip, his lingering warmth quickly fading.
“Hell of a motivation,” I muttered, adjusting my clothes and smoothing over my hair.
“I hope you know that I plan on asking you to marry me after this,” He called over his shoulder while walking away, jokingly- wait, I hope jokingly.
“Har har, see you on the flip side, Tucker!” I yelled back.
He turned fully from walking backwards after he saluted me, jogging over to the supply trucks.
“Damn, you’ve got him wrapped around your tiny finger.” Emily Finch mused beside me, her eyes holding knowledge beyond her years.
My heart rate sped up; she’s young, the youngest expert raider we have, but it makes sense, she has impeccable moves and can hold off wolves easily. I inwardly wondered if Carter was right, is she helping her mate and giving away our secrets?
“You going?” I nonchalantly asked, ignoring her comment.
“Of course,” She smiled, flipping her golden hair over her shoulder.
“Wanna ride with me?” She asked, nodded her head towards the smaller supply truck.
I nodded my head and groaned when I realized her and I are the youngest ones participating in this mission.
“Don’t worry, no one judges on age, just skill. And, from what I’ve seen, you’ve got skills, Mya Collins.” She read my mind.
As I was about to retort, warning alarms rung through the intercom and the power shut off, blinking red emergency lights taking its place, I immediately shot to the ground and waited for my eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, I spotted Emily looking around, hunching over and slowly walking towards the entrance.
“You gave us away!” I hissed in betrayl, abruptly standing up and making my way over to her, she tripped over a large pebble and fell over, peering up at me with wide, tearful eyes, “Wha- wha he wasn’t supposed to-” she blubbered.
“What the hell have you done!”
“I didn’t think he’d-”
I spit at her as I heard a thundering crack.
“I’m sorry Mya, I had to. He’s my mate.” Her lower lip wobbled as she crawled away from me.
“You disgust me,” I hissed at her and had to control myself to not kick her hunched form, “I hope your betrayal l comes back and bites you in your ass.” I know she could hear me despite the overwhelming noises, her back going rigid at my words.
I hope she mulls over the fact that she betrayed her own family for her precious mate, I hope it becomes something that haunts her dreams.
Chaos suddenly broke out as an explosion blew a hole through the facility’s entrance and hundreds of werewolves barged through, grabbing as many humans as they can get their paws on and dragging them out. The ordeal is happening in seconds- their actions too quick for me to collect my bearings. Considering most of us are hiding in our homes and recluse buildings- the sound of shattering glass and screams of terrors were all that could be heard.
My heart stuttered in pure, unadulterated terror. We’ve had lockdowns preparing us for this, but nothing could ever compare to the real deal. Nothing could’ve ever prepared us for this.
Wolves have night vision, which is most likely the reason why they shut off the power, so they can grab us without us being able to put up an actual fight.
I narrowed my eyes as I jogged towards Carter’s large supply truck, only seeing vague silhouettes in the darkness. I dodged a wolf claw that reached out to grab me, maneuvering myself to where I can reach down and grab my long knife from my boot and then plunge it in his out-stretched arm.
“You little bitch,” The beast growled and yanked the knife out of his arm, throwing it on the ground with a flutter. I blinked rapidly and yelped as his claw skimmed my outstretched arm, raised grooves appearing on my skin.
My eyebrows furrowed, he should’ve died by now from the silver. He should be frothing at the mouth and his skin should be peeling back from the muscle.
Something isn’t right.
I grabbed my gun and landed three shots to what I think is his chest, which didn’t faze him as I can see he is stalking over to me without a limp. This can’t be... are they immune?
“If only I could hurt you, if only I could rip that pretty head of hair clean from your scalp,” He snarled and wrenched the gun out of my hands, hauling me over his shoulder in one fluid motion.
I masked my panic and went slack, trying to slow him down with my dead weight. It didn’t seem to faze him because he continued with ease towards the entrance, so I did what my instinct told me to do and threw my leg back and kicked him in his stomach with the tip of my combat boot.
He let out a low groan of pain and hunched over, letting me slide off of him like a slide. I quickly hauled ass away from him, spotting a glint of silver on the ground and grabbing it, excited that I found a small pocket knife out of pure luck. I quickly pocketed the knife, and grabbed my bow strung over my shoulder, knocking the arrow. At this point, my objective was to injure as many as possible, to give someone the chance to escape.
I spotted a meaty looking werewolf lurching for a 13 year old child, and without hesitation, shot his hunched figure. He let out a howl of pain as the silver-tip arrow pierced the flesh of his neck.
Yet, he didn’t die, and I decided to leave before he decides to kill me in retaliation. I aimlessly searched for Carter, my breath leaving in quick pants of fear.
Chaos surrounded me as from what I can see, elders are escorted through the blown hole of our reserve, the fight had left them long ago from their withered age. The few raiders left shot their guns and plunged their knives into wolves who refused to fight back, simply, dragging them out. And my heart dropped when I realized most females are gone, the last bit being taken off by wolves.
“Mya, look out!” Carter’s voice brought me out of my observation and I blinked rapidly, spotting an oncoming wolf who grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip and clutched me by my waist, beginning to dragme to the exit. Except, this time, I don’t have my hands to hurt him and my feet are immobile because they’re dragging against the ground and I couldn’t save my footing.
Suddenly, Carter appeared in my line of vision and landed an unexpected punch onto the stoic wolves face, a bellow escaped his pert mouth and his grip loosened on me.
I hoisted myself over him with my legs and kicked underneath his chin, causing his jaw to make a snapping sound, successfully rendering him immobile as he collapsed to the dirt-covered ground.
Carter latched onto my wrist and dragged me away, “Are you hurt?” He asked around the loud noise of screams and growls.
“No, they haven’t reciprocated to anything.”
“I know,” his grip tightened around my arm, “It’s in case there is a chance you have a mate.”
He veered us out of the village and towards Devin’s house, “I’m scared, Carter.” I said with a shaky voice, trying to keep up with his sprinting, but physically, too exhausted.
“Just a couple more seconds, Mys. Stay with me.” I pushed myself to keep up with him and sagged in relief when we reached the familiar house. Though, it was hard to make out with no light, Devin’s house was unmistakable.
“Hey, you two! Stop!” Thundering footsteps pounded behind us and we pushed ourselves harder, the wood door just in hands reach.
Just then, the back of my shirt was snagged by a hand and I was lurched back into someone’s chest, their tree trunk arms anchoring over my shoulder and the other arm clutching my waist. I vaguely heard Carter grunting and unsuccessfully tried to wiggle my way out of the wolves clutch and shrilly screamed, “Carter!”
“I’ll come for you, Mya! I promise!”
And as the wolf ripped me away from my home, I realized that Carter’s promise is all I have left.