Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Not Again, Never Again

*A81C7’s POV*

After retrieving and distrusting and shaken Nathan, we moved outside.

Looking around, I notice immediately that a warrior of the pack, no older than 20, is about to kill Amanda. I dive forward, beginning to fight him off.

I rip him off of Amanda, throwing him backwards. I know that he is about to punch, and I dodge in response a fraction of a second before a fist flies over my head using his werewolf speed.

The young warrior seems surprised at me quick, seemingly precognitive response to his attack.

If only he knew that it really was precognitive.

I notice Amanda about to kick him in the back, and I aim a punch towards his lower stomach. He doubles over, and Amanda’s kick then knocks him unconscious with one swift kick to the back of his head.

The wolf slumps over, and Amanda looks to me with something akin to relief.

Looking about, I notice that Zac has gone to assist Ryker and Jett with five wolves, but three of them seem to be unskilled and the other two either out of practice or self taught. They should be okay, as long as they pay attention and watches each other’s backs.

The other way I see Archer assisting Axel and Mila, while Mor stays further back with Nathan. Archer, Axel, and Mila take on three wolves, while a fourth lies on the ground unconscious. They seem to be winning, so I know that they will be alright.

Mor really should learn some more self defense, so she can stay safe. She needs to stay safe. I don’t know what I would do without her. What I would do if she got hurt.

It simply cannot happen. I cannot have my friends die again. I do not think I would survive losing Mor, losing the only people, only friends that I have. At least, the only ones that I have that are alive.

I begin to step towards Ryker, Jett, and Zac in hopes of assisting them when I hear one of the worst things that could happen, that could be done, at this point.

“Stop!” Nathan yells, getting everyone's attention.

Did he not listen when I told him his pack would kill him? How idiotic can he get! Just when I thought Nathan could not do anything else, when he could not get himself in anymore trouble or harm any more people, he manages to. He obviously did not mean to, but eh has just put us in more danger along with endangering himself.

Everyone’s attention is now on him, and his pack is ready to kill him.

We all, without saying a word to one another, take protective stances around him. We attack any wolf that attempts to approach, and Mor helps anyone who needs it. Though before they were not sure if we should help them, I believe seeing Nathan sacred along with them seeing that he really is human, they have decided to help them.

Either that, or they are simply trusting me. Either way, it is good that we are working together.

Although we are outnumbered, we are all doing an okay job of  keeping all of the wolves away from a terrified Nathan. That is, until more wolves join in the attack. While fighting off the wolves, I see that we are all no longer okay. We are losing.

I see Axel get slashed across the throat with a knife, a knife that no one expected a wolf to use. They usually avoid weapons, but it seems this wolf has been trained in them. He must be a high level warrior.

Jett gets slashed across with the sharp knife as the wolf spins around, dodging all attacks and moving around people in his  way, before he aims it towards Mor.

As the knife is about the slash across Mor’s throat, all I can to is stand still, my mouth hanging open, as my friends seem to drop like flies.

“RUU!-” I begin to shout, but I know Mor cannot run quick enough. I know it is pointless for her to try.

I feel like I cannot breathe. I cannot move. Everything is happening too fast. Too much is happening. Mor cannot die.

This cannot happen.

All I can see is my friends, all my dead friends. I can see my mothers corpse, I see myself killing her. I see J24, dead.

O73, dead.

N59, dead.

I see his corpse. M14’s corpse. The man I loved, the man I wanted to grow old with, the man who died for me. I see the blood pouring from his throat, soaking his shirt, making a puddle on the floor.

I see his body fall to the floor, lifeess.

I hear my own scream, my own cry of desperation.

NO! I will not let Mor die.

She cannot die.

I will never, ever allow someone I love to die! Never again. I cannot allow it to happen again.

I feel like everything is happening, everything needs to stop.

SUddenly, I can feel every mind around me as if they are my own. I can sense every single body surrounding me, as if they are my own.

I can feel everything, and everything has stopped. Everyone is  unconscious, slowly being lowered to the ground. Not a single person is moving.

Not a single thing moves, and it is almost as if time has stopped.

I’m alone. Completely and utterly alone, surrounded by unmoving people.

Even with everything around me stopped, nothing making sense, everything is clearer than it has ever been.

I know what to do. I know what has happened, and I seem to know what will happen.

It is as if my abilities, once separate from my mind, once taking immense concentration to connect to and use, have changed.

They are connected to me.

They are a part of me.

Everything seems to make sense, and I know everything will be okay.

Mor will be okay.

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So the girl I like asked me out, and that's cool.

I have bad anxiety though so I freaked out and my brain was all like ahhhh. I felt like everyone was looking at me even though I logically knew they weren't. I ran away but said yes.