The Fall–2
My legs almost couldn’t support my weight, but nothing could have prepared me for watching the woman I loved being shot multiple times.
The video showed Thea walking out of an ice cream shop, head down, seemingly deep in thought. A black SUV suddenly accelerated toward her, windows rolling down to reveal gun barrels. Then came several gunshots, and Thea fell to the ground, blood rapidly spreading around her. Her pregnant belly was clearly visible in the footage.
My wolf let out a painful howl, anger and agony intertwining, nearly breaking me. My breathing became rapid, feeling something burning inside me with nowhere to go. The
video ended, and the host reappeared on screen talking about damage to the store and
how two others were injured, but none of that mattered to me. I only cared about Thea. I
couldn’t erase the image of her body lying motionless in her own blood from my mind.
“Sebastian?” Damien’s voice came from far away, but I could barely hear it.
There was no reaction in my brain. I felt so completely broken, so lost. What would I do if something happened to her?
“Sebastian!”
Damien’s hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. I whipped around. My vision was
a sea of red.
“I need to see her. Now. Right now.” My voice was low, waves of emotion nearly
suffocating–me.
I didn’t wait for him to finish, rushing out of the office door and sprinting down the corridor toward the private elevator. Pack members looked at me in shock, feeling the fluctuation of Alpha energy radiating from me, instinctively backing away. But I didn’t care; there was only one thought in my mind: Thea.
I frantically pressed the elevator button, only to find the indicator lights slowly illuminating floor by floor. “Damn it!” I roared, my eyes flashing gold, fangs and claws beginning to emerge, muscles bulging beneath my suit. I couldn’t wait, absolutely could
not wait.
I turned toward the floor–to–ceiling window not far away and charged with all my might.
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The Fall–2
The glass was as fragile as paper before my half–shifted body, and with an ear–splitting crash, I leaped from the fifth floor of the building, landing precisely on a decorative platform jutting out from the exterior wall, then jumping again, landing steadily on the ground floor.
Passersby screamed and scattered, but I had no time for them. My senses were completely focused on finding the fastest path, and after a few jumps, I burst into the underground parking garage, the half–beast features on my skin gradually receding, but my heartbeat still thundering.
I rushed to my parking spot. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and the keys slipped from my fingers.
“Fuck!” I roared, kicking the tire, the uncontrolled force making the entire car shake.
Just as I was preparing to completely shift and go, Damien caught up with me.
“You can’t go running around like this,” he restrained me, holding out his hand, “give me
the car keys, I’ll take you to the hospital.”
I knew he was right. Both my wolf and I were emotionally charged now, and letting it take over would be easy to lose control and go on a rampage. Going out alone in this state
would be too dangerous for others.
Damien started the car and drove out of the underground parking lot as I sat with clenched fists, breathing heavily, my mind roaring with all sorts of thoughts. My wolf repeatedly growled one idea: If Thea dies, no one will leave alive.
But deeper down was a fear and regret I’d never known before. I might lose the only woman I’d truly loved, and she didn’t even know how much I loved her.
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