CHAPTER 5: A FIGHT WITHIN THE PACK.

Tyler was still bent, wrapping his arms protectively around the dead girl, contemplating what to do. His environment and all that came with it was silent, the moment slowly fading out.

“We have to leave. It will only take minutes for the Rogues to come for their own. They can sense that something is wrong,” Viktor beckoned.

“Where are the healers?” Tyler asked his voice firm, as well as his gaze that fell on Elijah.

“They are back at the shelter. We only came with three in case anyone gets injured.”

That was the response he needed. Tyler inhaled sharply, the scent of the girl filling his nostrils as well as a pull from her. She was his mate and even though she looked dead, he felt their bond. It was weak and almost unnoticed, but he wasn't wrong.

Viktor and Elijah knew they couldn't fight anymore. Therefore, they gave in. They followed, making sure their eyes and body were wary. Their intervention would surely come with a price, and it worried Elijah the most. Tyler wasn't a careless Alpha. He had never made a wrong decision. Not even once. Although nobody knew his origin, he had rapidly and effortlessly risen to the position of their Alpha when the old one exhausted his life span. Yet, a dead girl had pushed him to act irrationally. What was his plan? Bury her? Revive her? 

Even Tyler knew that he didn't have a plan as he carried the girl, praying that she was somewhere in her body and hadn't gone beyond. He tried to look at her but the sight he once again beheld broke his heart. Her eyes were swollen, her lips busted, and traces of dried blood around the corners of her temple. On her neck was a large palm mark. This girl had gone through a lot before her death.

It was unfair that he never wished to have a mate, all the more he was happy when he never met one. Now that he unwillingly met her, it was her carcass that befell him. What an irony!

Tyler grew impatient with his strides, feeling that he wasn't fast and time was continually slipping away from his hold. He broke into a run, enhancing the speed of each foot with the help of his wolf. Nobody else mattered to him. Not his men. 

Finally, he got to the shelter and rushed to the empty room that had been created as a sick bay while they were there. He cleared the table with one swoop of his hand across the table, sending everything on it to the ground. He didn't care if they got broken or not. He laid her on the now empty table, making sure that his cloak was properly very her.

“Get me the healers!” he barked.

Once more, Elijah steeped in trying his luck again if Tyler would listen. “I don't know what you're doing, but you can't use the healers. We brought them in case you or one of us gets injured.  We are staying here until tomorrow, and anything could happen. Anything at all. Please, put an end to this nonsense. How do you exactly project using the healers to bring her back to life? Look at her. She's dead,” he fretted in frustration.

“I have to agree with Elijah on this one. You know that healers can't touch the dead or their powers will be sucked. We can't risk ourselves for whom we have no idea about.”

Tyler's face became red with anger. His pulse drummed with intensity. “Don't let me repeat myself, you two. As the Alpha, I command you to go get the healers!”

Sighing in defeat, Elijah stormed out. Viktor followed behind. Tyler placed his steady hands against the cold ones of the girl. She was as cold as ice, stiff like a rock, and he could still feel some kind of energy from her. The energy that heightened his powers. His five senses were so active; touch, smell, taste, sound, and touch.

Shortly, the healers arrived. They were triplets. The most powerful healers in Tyler's pack and the trio they hardly used unless they were leaving the pack because the three were also trained fighters. Combined, their healing powers were unmatched compared to the other two healers that were in the pack. Tyler's pack had a total of five healers, the triplet was mostly subjected to treat the Alpha, who hardly had a use for them.

Their black hair and curvy body dominated the place, announcing their presence. They were a bit tall and could take on at least two men with the level of their strength if attacked. However, each had a unique distinction from the other due to their powers. Besides that, on the outside; physique-wise, you could barely tell them apart. They were dressed in the same outfits and had unique voices but distinct.

They gave a small bow. 

“Yes, Alpha Tyler. You sent for us,” the oldest among them, Kaylee, spoke.

Tyler's troubled attention was torn from the girl he had been intensively studying to face them. He stood, moving close to them. “She's hurt. I need you to heal her.” His tone was serious, but his mind was uncertain. He knew that there were so many circumstances surrounding her, but he had to try. Giving up on her wasn't even an option. 

“She's dead, Alpha, Tyler. We can't help her,” Katida the second of the triplet answered. She instantly hated the girl laying helplessly on the table for getting Tyler's attention. The man she has always admired. 

Katida's once bright smile turned into a hard frown when she saw how worried Tyler was. He was a master at putting up poker or blank expression. Who was the girl that made Tyler worried and uneasy? It couldn't be. Could it? Only one had the power to do so. His mate. Katida couldn't decipher her thoughts, no matter how deep she pressed. She would soon find out. 

Happy that the obstacle was out of the way, she flung her straight to her, tucking a few strands behind her ear. “Are you alright, Alpha Tyler?” Her voice was seductive, and she made sure to sway her hips a bit when she tried to step out of line, approaching further close to Tyler's personal space.