Katrina

Fury.

It consumes all of my thoughts...I never thought I could feel this much bloodlust...I don't think I felt this much when Adrienne was nearly hurt when we were kids...it's like nothing could sate it until we see blood spill by our hands...until the cause of this bloodlust has lifeless eyes and a still heart...

It's like I've become a cannibal.

That should scare me, or at least worry me to an extreme degree...but I don't feel anything but the anger...somehow that's more terrifying to me...at least...it should be...

When the pack doctors arrived to take care of my bleeding mate, it took them all and two of the warriors to pry me away from him...his body is almost lifeless, with only the shallow rise and fall of his blood stained chest indicating his heart is still beating...

Time seems to slow down...with my ears filled with the dull beat of my own heart, and my eyes focused on either Seth or his blood covering my hands and arms...I don't really notice the words of anyone around me until a familiar groan of pain comes from behind me...and time suddenly returns to normal.

Two warriors head towards the mongrel lying on the ground, the infamous Alpha somehow staying alive despite the fact that I nearly ripped his throat out...he doesn't know when to die...does he?

That's when the rage began to boil in my blood, the rage that started when the feeling of that silver bullet ripping through Seth's body seemed to burn just as painfully above my heart as well...that made me instinctively shift and barrel out the door and into that sick bastard as he stood over Seth in preparation to kill him...

The same rage that's only grown stronger after Seth slipped into unconsciousness...

Before they put a finger on him, I let out a sharp, angry growl that makes them freeze in their tracks immediately. They look up to me with a bit of fear in their eyes, waiting to see what I wanted.

"Take him to the cells and chain him up...no one is allowed to touch him but me. Understood?"

I barely recognize my own voice as it leaves my lips and echoes with the ring of the Luna tone, but they all nod, picking up his unconscious form and dragging it to the direction of the pack prison. The doctors begin moving Seth at the same time, and after a moment of being torn I follow my battered mate...Ziva telling me that the bastard can suffer in his silver chains until we visit him...which sates our rage for the time being.

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It feels like it's been hours since they brought him to surgery in the pack infirmary, and the fact that I'm left pacing outside the room doesn't help the barely contained beast that is me and Ziva. They refused to let me in, not even my orders changed their minds...they kept claiming that it would be better for him if I waited outside...and they kept insisting I get checked over, even after I assured them that none of the blood on me and the clothes I am wearing was mine...

It still didn't stop Adri from trying, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was considering sedating me...but the look in mine talked her out of it. I just begged her to save him...to help him pull through...and she nodded before disappearing back through the door of Seth's room...leaving me in the dark, chaotic place that is my mind...the cold hands of the unknown squeezing on my heart like a vice...filling my head with the worst outcome possible...

I can't lose him...not like this...

I will not let the cruel hand of fate tear my world apart again...it has taken too much from me already, I'll be damned if it takes him away from me too...

I finally give in to the nurses pleading with me to sit down, and I barely sit on the edge of the chair. I still turn down their pleas for me to eat or drink something, because I feel the furthest thing from hungry. I let my head rest in my hands, the blood on them and my arms is now dry and dark, bits of it stuck under my fingernails...and from the little I've caught of my reflection, it's dried on my cheeks and forehead as well...

I must look gruesome...but I don't have it in me to care.

"Luna?"

My head head pops up immediately at the sound of the head doctor calling me, and I immediately search her eyes for that look of sympathy I know all to well...even if know I would have felt it if he...I can't help but search anyway.

"He's still in critical condition, but we managed to stop the bleeding and stitch him up. The bullet barely missed his heart and hit an artery...so he's lost a lot of blood."

A small bit of relief washes through me, and I stand up to face her.

"He's on a lot of fluids to replace the blood he lost, and he'll need to stay sedated for a while, because it's best if he experiences as little stress as possible with the wound so close to his heart...but there's no telling when he'll wake up after he's taken off the high dosage..."

I nod, and she lets me into the room as I process her words. The sight of Seth lying in bed, his chest and arms a tangle of wires and tubes catches me off guard...and it takes a moment before I can move to his side.

"I know it may seem strange, but I'm sure talking to him couldn't hurt Luna."

I nod, and she smiles faintly before quietly leaving the room. I sit on the edge of his bed, letting my hand run over his cheek. The sparks from touching him are dull in comparison to the last time, and his face is pale and sweaty...I don't think I've ever seen him look so...so...fragile.

I dampen a rag with warm water and wipe it across his forehead, and he doesn't even twitch at the action. They must have dosed him with a lot of pain killers. Actually, one of those IV bags must be a morphine drip...and it probably won't last long with our high temperature and metabolism.

"I find it ironic that even though you're the one who made me promise not to fight alone, you fought without me at your side anyway...I suppose it's that stubborn Alpha pride of yours..." I murmur, my attempt at humor falling completely flat. Ziva whines softly in my head, neither of us happy about not being able to hear or feel Seth or his wolf...

"You listen to me Seth Miller, you better wake up and come back to me soon...or I'm going down to where you're resting and dragging you back here...you understand?" My otherwise stern voice cracks loudly, and it's far from being as loud as it usually does when I scold him.

"Just don't leave me Seth...I don't know if my heart could take it..."

I lean forward and press my forehead to his, the oxygen mask blocking his mouth from my touch.

"...I love you Seth...so don't you dare leave me..." I whisper, closing my eyes as I try to keep the tears at bay. I can't fall apart right now...not yet anyway...not when there is something I need to do first...

Sighing, I press a lingering kiss to his forehead and stand up, taking one last look at him before exiting the room silently.

"Tyron. Could you do something for me please?" I ask the silent Beta standing next to the door, his almost statue like appearance breaking at my question.

"Of course Luna." He responds without hesitation.

"Keep a watch over him inside, and let me know if anything...and I mean anything changes."

He nods. "Is it alright to ask where you'll be...in case I need to reach you?"

I look up at him, his eyes full of silent worry.

"The prison. I would recommend calling a guard instead of mind linking me...I'll be busy."

He nods again, and I begin my walk towards the exit and to the cells. The rage that I managed to suppress for all this time begins to resurface...gradually...then all at once...

I barely notice that now the sun is rising over the horizon, or that the air around is cold enough to show my breath. In fact, I barely pay attention to anything until I suddenly find myself in front of the silver coated bars of the cage that holds the only prisoner...it's prior occupant long since deceased...

"Well, if it isn't Luna Katrina...to what do I owe the pleasure sweetheart?"

The beast known as Alpha Samael drawls, his mocking smirk not matching his cold eyes...it seems not even his painful wounds can deter his vile behavior.

As my blood begins to boil underneath my skin, I suddenly find myself standing in front of his chained form...my wolf begging to be let out as the cannibal leers up at me.

"What's the matter darling? Is your mate not doing so well? You seem to be covered in that mutt's blood..."

A threatening growl rips out of my throat, but it only seems to encourage him.

"Perhaps if you unchain me, I can make all that pain disappear? I would be more than happy to-"

His voice is cut off with a choking sound as one of my hands closes tightly around his neck, cutting off his air supply as I let Ziva take full control for the first time in my life...happy to let her rip him open as I watch.

"Katrina is a little busy sweetheart, and neither her or I have any interest in your propositions."

His eyes widen as he gasps for air. Pathetic mongrel.

"Our only interest is to make you bleed...and trust me when I say that you will be doing plenty of that before we're done with you."

I lean closer to his face to look him dead in the eyes, my hand tightening even more around his neck.

"You're going to wish you had died on that battlefield...because in here, you'll be begging for death long before you receive it."

I release my hold on him as his lips turn blue, and he sputters for air.

"You'll find that I'm much crueler than you could ever be...so much more."

I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head up to look at me again, and the faintest look of dread fills me with a twisted sense of joy.

"Because no one hurts my mate without suffering themselves..."

Tyron

Luna Katrina was gone for the rest of day, not returning to Seth's room until nightfall. She returned appearing in a much better state than she left in, trading in the bloody clothes of her mate she was wearing with one of his hoodies and a pair of basketball shorts, her hair damp and hanging down her back and her body scrubbed clean.

I'm far from naive as to what she was doing all day, just one look at her vacant expression tells me everything...as well as the stories of the prison guards that are already circulating around the pack...

But I don't blame her...she needed that, more than anyone. And among all the pack members who wanted a piece of that mutt, she was first in line...and she did enough for all of us. If it was my mate that had been hurt...I would've done the same. No question.

But I can still tell that emotionally she is far from better...her mind link has been closed, and despite the pleads of the nurses, she refuses to leave, eat much, or truly rest despite her obvious exhaustion...

And none of us have the gall or authority to make her leave...not that we'd have the heart to even try. Not even me.

So I did the only thing I could do, and that was make a couple of calls.

First was calling Seth's parents, telling them what happened and asking for some help. With Seth in his state, Katrina refusing to leave his side, Marcus still being out of commission and Ezekiel busy with Delta duties as well as taking care of his pregnant mate...I could use some assistance, I can't fill all three roles by myself. They immediately said yes, no hesitation.

Next was calling Sheila and seeing if I could have Avery brought down here, knowing that if Katrina needed anything it would be seeing the pup she's become so attached to. Sheila happily agrees, saying that Avery would be happy to spend more time with Katrina...and that she could stay as long as she needed...which I was a bit relieved to hear.

Goddess knows Katrina needs her, now more than ever.