Graysons Point of View (Trigger warning. Read at your own risk)
How the fuck did I not sense or smell the flea-bitten mongrels as soon as they stepped onto my territory? I was already mad that Xander and Talia thought they could escape me now I have to deal with this. 6 of them were coming at us, my protection instinct kicking in, I pushed Talia behind me to try and keep her safe. Memories started to flood my mind as flashbacks from that day came out to play. Shaking my head I couldn't think about it right now. I had to keep my head in the game. Letting my wolf take over I shifted easily. He was seeing red and was out for blood, and that's exactly what I was going to give him.
I linked Mitchell to get here as fast as he could. Fur, blood, and spittle were flying everywhere. When I would grab one the other 3 would be on top of me. A scream broke my concentration for just a moment while one bit into my hind leg. A growl left my throat as I clamped down on one of their necks cutting off his air supply. Falling at my feet I had just 3 more to contend with, well technically 5!
I looked over at Talia. The one had her pinned down while the other was telling her something. Her eyes were wide with fear. I wasn't going to let this happen again. A scratch down my side pulled my concentration back to the situation I was in, but the plea for help didn't escape my ears. Linking Mitchell again
"Where the hell are you?"
I cut off the link and bit into the side of one of the rogues. He whimpered and backed off while the other 2 circled again. Besides the growls, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. My eyes growing wide I looked to my mate. She was passed out on the floor and that sick mother fucker was over top of her. It was like de ja vu. I couldn't stop them from hurting Angel. I sure as hell would stop them from getting to my mate. I hunched down ready to pounce when I was yanked back by my tail. I grabbed the mutt by the neck and slung him aside.
Jumping over the other earned me a claw to my stomach but I didn't care. Landing on top of the sick fucker I tore his head from his shoulders and tossed it aside. A low growl left me as they circled around. 3 against 1. Not again not on my watch. My vision was starting to become fuzzy around the edges from blood loss. One leaned back on his haunches and was about to pounce when Mitchell showed up with 5 of our top warriors. Thank goddess.
I turned around and shifted back. Leaning over Talia I held my hand to my stomach to suppress the blood flow. I checked her for a pulse and tried to pick her up. Pain radiated from my abdomen and I knew this wasn't a normal cut from a claw. As I went to stand I fell back down. Taking my hand away from my stomach I could smell my blood mixed with something else. A poison I knew all too well. Wolfsbane.
"Hang on Talia we are going to be okay! You're going to be ok. I got you!" I kissed her forehead and leaned against the tree with her in my lap. I tried to stay conscience but the darkness quickly took over sending me back into a moment I hated myself for and I couldn't stand to relive.
Angel and I were walking around the pack just like any other day. Joking around as we always did. I loved my little sister with all my heart and would give her the world if I could. My father linked out an urgent message that we were under attack. That everyone needed to get to the packhouse immediately. Mom linked to me specifically. "Where are you both at?"
"Gray, what's going on?"
I woke up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down my face and a machine beeping in rhythm with my heart. Mates equal death no matter how strong you are.
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