Skye
I sat sobbing on Dylan's unmoving chest, Lily magically here hugging me. Suddenly the three of us appeared at the agency hospital. I didn't bother questioning it though and somehow carried Dylan to the doctor who tried taking him from me. I growled and put him on a bed, not letting go of his hand, no matter how many times the medical staff tried to make me.
"What happened?" One asked as they started wheeling him somewhere.
"A fucking bitch bit him is what fucking happened." I snarled, pissed off but mostly hurt. In front of the agency staff I played my pain as anger, I wasn't about to let more people see me fuckin cry. Once they had him in the room they needed they hooked a bunch of shit up and did a whole bunch of other medical stuff which I only got out of the way for so they would have an easier time saving him. Eventually they finished doing whatever it was they were doing and all but the main doctor had left the room.
"So. He's going to make it right?" I demanded, fighting the storm raging inside my head.
He frowned and couldn't look at me as he eventually answered, "His injury is partially through an artery... how he hasn't already bled out by now is... frankly a miracle. You are the same blood type so if you'd like—"
"Take it. I'm not letting him fucking die." I snapped, cutting him off. He dipped his head and took some of my blood to give to Dylan. He called a nurse in to help him with it then after she left he sighed, looking apologetic.
"Unfortunately his chances of survival are extremely slim..... I'm sorry Skye..." It felt like he just ripped my heart out through my rib cage and shattered it like porcelain on the ground and stabbed a knife through each piece.
"But he has to survive! He's a fuckin—.... UGH HE CAN'T FUCKING DIE!" I angrily shouted, yelling after cutting myself off while panic set in. My hands started feeling warm from the doctor giving me a look of agony and sorrow, seeming at a loss for words. "You can look at me like that all you fucking want, but I refuse to fucking believe the shit coming out your damn mouth." I growled turning away from him to sit beside Dylan's bed. After a few seconds the doc left, knowing he could only help me if he could promise Dylan would recover. Once he closed the door I let my tears fall again as I held Dylan's hand, the heat fully gone from my palms instantly.
"You can't fucking die. You can't and you're not fucking allowed. No idea where the fuck this caring shit is coming from but you can't—... You can't just fucking leave me." I stated, pure pain in my voice. Thoughts of cutting again came to mind, but I convinced myself to wait and see if he actually survives before doing that again. After crying for awhile I remembered mind link and decided to try it, I focused all my thoughts on reaching him mentally and seeing what he was seeing. Be fully in his head just so I could smack him. It took a minute but I finally reached his mind and saw nothing but white everywhere. "Great not this damn light shit again. God fuck man." I grumbled. After glancing around I found Dylan standing looking at something. I don't know what I was doing or why I was doing it, but I was suddenly running at him and almost knocked him to the ground in a tight hug.
"Skye? What are you doing here?" He asked gently, hugging me back, warmth and comfort engulfing me. I pulled away and punched his arm fairly hard. "Ow what was that fo—"
"You're not fucking dying you stupid worthless good for nothing selfish bitch ass piece of shit. Fuck you for acting dead you fucking bitch." I cut him off, huffing and crossing my arms.
He gave me a small smile and pulled me back into a hug, stroking my hair gently and replied, "I'm sorry Quetzal. I promise I'll come back to you, but it's going to take awhile..."
"Why." I demanded, not moving at all.
"Because I have to go through twice as much as you did when you were on the fence of life and death, since I'm an angel," he answered, chuckling and adding, "you'd think that'd make me come back faster but sadly it doesn't work that way, they have to evaluate whether it's worth it sending me back or not."
I huffed and muttered, "Fucking stupid...."
I could feel the amused smile on his face as he responded, "I know right." He then kissed the top of my head and hugged me tighter. He sighed and said, "You have to go now Quetzal.... Otherwise they might think you're almost dead too..." I growled and didn't let go.
Dylan chuckled slightly and slowly pried me off him and teased, "You know, for someone who hates hugs you sure don't let go of one." I didn't have a come back for that, so I just growled again and huffed. He pulled my head towards him and gave me a gentle kiss before sadly forcing me out of his head. When I opened my eyes in the hospital room I let a few more tears slowly fall from my eyes, but now that I know he can come back and isn't guaranteed dead I gradually got more and more pissed off. That wolf is going to fucking die. I stood from my chair, gave Dylan a quick kiss on the forehead and left the room. I dramatically strode down the hallways, a few tears still rolling down my cheeks. Lily caught up to me and looked really concerned.
"How is he..?" She quietly questioned.
I didn't look at her as I answered, "A lot better than how that fucking wolf is gonna be once I find it." I made a portal back to the pack house to start tracking this bitch's scent, Lily followed after me probably just to make sure I don't murder innocent people on my way to that wolf. Especially now that my hands are on fire. Kelsey and her friends were standing outside doing I don't know or really care what and all jumped when Lily and I showed up.
"Where'd you go? And where's Dylan, is he going to be alright..?" My sister gently asked.
"Hospital. Hospital and eventually. Be better once that shitty flea bag is fucking ripped apart where he stands." I growled in reply, giving myself tracking sense of smell while half of my arms caught fire at my anger returning even more. I started where it attacked Dylan and followed from there.
"Wait you're not going after them alone are you?" Drake asked, thinking he had some form of authority on me. I whipped around and shot a glare at him that made everyone take a step away from me out of fear. Drake recovered almost immediately, his expression hardening to a look that thinks he can control me so I snorted then continued with what I was doing.
"With how mad she is right now, and how mad she's going to be when she finds him, she'd be able to fight all of them alone. And win." Lily answered for me. I have two reasons to live right now, getting Mason with his mate and not having to hide it and killing everyone that contributed to Dylan getting hurt. And oh boy are they going to suffer.
"Well too bad for you we're all coming with you." He stated, rallying more pack members. I growled but didn't bother to object and waited for them to be ready. After a couple quick minutes a large group was ready to leave and fight again, enough people staying here to defend the house if needed. I lead the way, sticking to the path these asses took through the territory. Eventually I found where they're camping out and quietly snarled. I made sure we stayed down wind so as not to be smelled out as we crept into their camp, their scent overpowering, but of course like last time, we got ambushed. Only difference was, I was now fighting for revenge. Which leaves no survivors in my trail of rage and fury. They circled us and I now had a devious smirk on my face.
"This should be fun." I said, sounding a little insane. I put out my arm fires and whipped out blades I have that are like the assassins in Assassin's Creed then ran around stabbing, lashing and slicing people and wolves throats. When that got boring I thought I'd turn up the heat, as in set myself on fire. Again. Some of them were stupid enough to leap at me anyways, somehow thinking they wouldn't get set on fire and burn to death. One of the enemy wolves did that and made me laugh like a crazy person, guess you could say my revenge side is a little insane. Suddenly I caught a whiff of the one I'm here for and whipped around to see them standing next to some other guy, both in human forms. I snarled and started dramatic walking towards them, I don't know how or why but I knew that the guy my target was standing next to was the guy fucking with our heads. On my stride over a few other wolves tried attacking me, but I took them out with a sword without a single glance at any of them. The guy I'm after shifted to a wolf and charged at me, I swiftly sliced his throat not blinking once as I continued my way to the asshole that started all this.
"Oh poor poor baby Skylar, did one of my men kill your precious little boyfriend? Too bad I'm not sorry. Tell me, how does it feel my dear? Losing the best thing that happened to you?" He said with fake innocence.
Before I could snap a reply I heard "Phillip?" come from Kelsey who was standing behind me sounding as though she's in disbelief.
"You know this shit headed moron?" I asked her not taking my eyes off him so he couldn't magically disappear.
"Yeah. He's supposedly mom's mate and former boss. Knew there was something fucking wrong with you. You stupid, lying, good for nothing bastard." She answered, slowly growling.
"Well someone had to convince your pathetic mother to lie to you for most of your life." He replied, smiling widely knowing he'd piss her off. Except he was pissing me off more than her. I felt the anger boil through my blood, suddenly a shock wave emanated from me and threw enemies still fighting the pack away from them. It ended up pinning Phillip to a wall of the cabin thing they were staying in.
"What's got you so mad Skylar? I never did anything directly to you, I only talked your mom into giving you up to your aunt." He smiled maliciously.
I clenched my fists and slowly stepped towards him as I growled, "So you're the reason, I had to be a punching bag, to everyone else, for SIXTEEN FUCKING. YEARS.?" Phillip just continued smiling and started laughing. Big. Fucking. Mistake.