I sprint down the hall, struggling to stay upright with only one shoe fully on. Abigail's room appears quicker than I expect and I come to a screeching stop, throwing open her door. She sits up groggily in her bed.

"Abbi, sweetie, we have to go."

"Why?" She whispers, laying her head back down on her pink pillow.

"We just have to go."

I hurry over to her bed and scoop her in my arms before she can fall back asleep. I'm the only person who is able to watch over her at the moment, because all the other pack members are rushing around, trying to prepare, while Bash yells and tells them what to do.......Bash.

No.

I can't think about any of that right now. I need to focus on getting downstairs with Abbi so he can protect us... but that's all I can think about. His lips, softer than I anticipated, on mine. The way he-

"Danielle!"

I'm racing down the steps when I hear my name. It's John. He's standing in the foyer, frantically trying make his way towards me. There are people everywhere, some with weapons, others willing to fight with their hands, and I push through them with Abigail clinging to me.

"John," I breath out, relived to have found some I know at least a little bit. He latches a hand onto my wrist and pulls me towards the front door. I struggle, confused.

"Hey! What are you doing? Where's Sebastian?"

"You have to get to the Inn, Luna. You'll be protected there. Take Abbi and run. I'll be right behind you."

"Luna? What's going on? Where is Bash!?" I yell over the noise, panic laced in my voice.

John half drags half pushes me outside onto the path that morphs into the driveway. I stumble, but he grabs my elbow and rights me before immediately letting go. Abbi whimpers a little at the metallic stench of blood that swirls in the air and the sight of viscous fighting all around us. I'm dazed at fist, but then I come to my senses and realize that a little girl is watching this scary scene play out. Pushing her head down onto my shoulder so she can't see, I turn to look at the Beta.

"GO! Sebastian will find you!"

One of Genevieve's wolves jumps out of no where, barreling toward Jon. My eyes go wide, recognizing the threat and the limited amount of time to warn him, but he turns around and smacks the guy away like a fly. I take that as my cue to run away from the fight, and soon the bloody battle ground is left behind, hidden by the trees.

Running through the forest is no easy task, especially when you have a little girl clinging to you for dear life. I stumble through the foliage, catching my foot on every tree root in the entire area. Curse words string out of my mouth one after the other, filling up the quiet forest with my noise. At this point, I don't care if Abigail here's me cuss as long as she's safe from Genevieve. That's all I care about. Getting to the hotel safely so we can be back in the warmth of Bash's arms.

A low growl erupts, ringing in my ears and only just registering in my brain. I pull myself out of my daze just enough to whip my head around quickly. The surrounding area seems to be free of any psychotic werewolves, thank God, but I'm still cautious as I make my way deeper into forest.

"D...dani?" Abigail's voice trembles.

"Yes sweetie?"

"I'm scared."

"I know, but everything is going to be fine. Bash will take care of us," I whisper gently in her ear.

"Bubby?"

"Yes Bubby. He won't let anything happen to us."

"Do you love him? He loves you, and me, and Trinity. I know."

I freeze up at her question. Do I love him? I know with mates that love doesn't come first, but I've known him for so long, despite being ignorant to the fact that we're destined to be together. I think... maybe I do love him. It's the little things that draw me to him. Like how he treats both of his sisters, the way he plays with Abbi, his loyal friendship to Jon, and the way he protects the pack- and me- at all costs. It has nothing to do with how he looks or the fact that we're mates, although that plays a little part. I love Bash simply because he's Bash. There really isn't need for further explanation.

"Yes," I finally answer the little girl nestled in my arms," I love him, and you, and Trinity."

"Good cause I love you t-"

A sudden flash of brown in my peripheral vision cause me to clamp a hand over Abbi's mouth. I turn just in time to see a large brown wolf with red eyes leap at me with a ferocious growl. My scream of terror gets caught in my throat as I'm thrown to the ground. Abbi is torn from my grip, and I listen to the sickening snap of my own arm. This time, I do scream, calling for Abigail. A rough hand claps over my mouth, cutting of my air supply, and it's a moment before I remember to breathe out of my nose.

Genevieve stands over me, red eyes glowing with malicious intentions. Despite her knack for being an exceptional bitch, Bash's "sister" is quite beautiful. Her thick brown hair blows loosely in the breeze, retaining its perfect form, and her honey tinged skin glows with youth. It's her lips that really set her apart. They're tinged with a certain shade of red that makes them look just a tad secs bigger than natural. If I wasn't so scared shitless, I would admire her beauty, but, at the moment, Genevieve's flawlessness only adds to the allusion that she's a crazy, psychotic, bloodthirsty werewolf.

"My my... What do we have here? My baby sister and my brother's mate. How convenient."

"Please Genevieve. What do you want?"

I cringe at her sadistic smile. She leans over me, red eyes glinting with malice. A faint whimper some distance away tells me that Abigail is alright, and I silently thank God. I don't know what I would've done if she'd gotten hurt.

"Why I only want to kill you. It's the easiest way to destroy my brother."

I gulp, hiding my fear," Sebastian's a good person, Genevieve. You don't need to do this."

"Oh but I do, silly human."

She turns away from me, brown hair swaying with the breeze, and stalks off in the direction I last heard Abbi. Oh my god...she wouldn't, would she? But I already know the answer to my own question. She would kill her baby sister if it meant more power.

"Wait! Stop!" I yell, bracing my hands on the ground to get up. A wave of pain knocks me back down, causing my vision to go momentarily dark before I roll on my side and violently throw up. Panting, I squeeze my eyes shut and will the nausea and pain to go away quickly. I've got to do something before-

A shrill scream cuts into my thoughts. Panic grips my spine, and I whip my head around, trying to locate Abbi. I'm not able to actually get up, but she can't be dead while I live. Bash would never recover... I would never recover.

"Abbi! ABBI!"

Hot tears pour down my face as I lay there, thrashing on the ground, knowing that I can't do anything. I failed her; I lied. She was never safe. She's... dead. She's dead. Abigail Grey is dead. My desperate screams turn into screams of pain when Genevieve steps on my broken arm.

"Pathetic. little. Danielle. What will my brother think once he finds out that you let his sister die?"

I barely hear her over the ringing in my ears. Some part of my brain knows she's wrong, but all I can think about is what if she's right? I didn't try to stop Genevieve at all. More tears escape my swollen eyes. Bash will hate me.

"You're in luck, though. I'll be putting you out of your misery. A very noble death, if I do say so myself. You'll be contributing to a very great cause."

I close my eyes bracing for whatever pain is coming next. Genevieve racks her claws over my chest, causing me to cry out in agony. The edges of my vision begins to turn dark as the front of my shirt soaks through with hot blood. I pray death will be quick in taking me, and o can already feel my life draining. Closing my eyes, a picture of Sebastian Grey- my Sebastian Grey- dances behind my eyelids, his smile warming my already cold heart a bit. I think back to what I told Abigail earlier, before all of this happened. I do love him, very much, and I think he loves me, though I can't be sure. He cares about me at least, like Abbi did. And Trinity....and Zander... Sunny... Rosemarie.... Jon too I guess. I have all these people that care about me. I realize, at this moment, that I've finally found a place where I belong, a place where I'm loved. It's a shame I don't get to tell any of these people how much they mean to me.

The pain becomes to much to bare, and I succumb to the darkness, saying my finale goodbyes to the world.

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A/n

Hey guys! I'm evil I know. Sorry about that. Uh please don't hate me? And continue to read because the story is just getting good. As always love ya!
-Stargazer12647