Chapter Six: Promised Revenge

Nicholae’s POV

 I lift my mate up in my arms, taking care to jostle her and take off in a run as I contact Logan through the pack link.

 “ Logan, tell everyone to reconvene at the recon point and have the car pulled up. We’re going home.”

 “Alpha? What’s wrong? Did you find anything?”

 I ignore his questions and look down at my mate. Although she’s unconscious, she’s still whimpering from the pain. Some of her wounds should be healing by now. Why didn’t she shift to speed up the process? I shouldn’t be worrying about this right now I should be making my mate’s pain go away. I stop at a clearing and lay her down on a bed of leaves.

 I shift partially so that my claws come out and slice my left wrist open. An Alpha can speed up their mate’s healing process by giving them blood. I place my blooded wrist against her mouth since I can’t administer a transfusion at the moment but she’s too unconscious to swallow it down, the blood just spills out her mouth.

 I brush her hair away from her face and whisper soothingly.

 “Come on Mea Lunaria, swallow for me hmm?” She still doesn’t respond.

 “ Logan, contact the pack healer and tell her to be ready to receive us.”

 “The pack healer?” Logan snorts. “When have you ever needed a healer?”

 “Do it!” I growl through the mind link and he immediately responds.

 “Yes Alpha, at once.” He replies curtly.

 I know my behavior is being out of the norm at the moment especially since Logan is more than my beta but also my best friend but I’m sure he’ll understand when he sees the reason for my irrational behavior in my arms.

 I pick up my mate and make my way to the spot where the SUVs are parked a distance away from the boundary so as not to raise suspicion. But that’s the least of my fucking worries right now.

  Orion takes control and starts to growl as the scent of other Alpha wolves invade our senses. He knows they are our pack mates but he is being possessive and seeing everyone as a threat especially because our mate is in such bad shape.

  Logan takes a step towards us, confusion laden in his voice.

 “Alpha? Who’s that?” I let out a growl in response and pull my mate closer to my chest. “Mine.”

 Shock lights up his face and then realization takes it’s place. He puts his hands up and exposes his neck in a sign of submission while slowly backing away from me and tells the others to do the same.

  I growl as I follow them with my eyes.

 “Alpha, we’re not going to hurt her. We just want to help. I know you don’t want my scent in the car but you need someone to drive you home and I’m guessing you can’t let her go long enough to drive?”

 I let out a growl at the mere thought of my mate leaving my arms.

 “I thought so. Alpha, you’re going to have to let Nicholae take over so he can give her the help she needs.”

 Orion looks down at our mate and growls again but finally lets me take over. I start giving out orders immediately.

 “Logan, you drive. Everyone else, get into the other cars I don’t want anyone else near me. I can barely control myself as it is.”

 I look up and see them whispering, frozen in shock. It’s understandable , they’ve never seen me in any state other than in control before.

  What’s even more surprising is the fact that I’m carrying an injured female who bares the scent of an Omega, the rarest caste in our world.

 But I don’t have time to indulge them or satiate their curiosity right now.

 “What are you waiting for? Get moving and someone get me a first aid kit, now!”

  They snap out of their stupor and get moving immediately. Someone smartly places the first aid kit a distance away from me. Logan picks it up and puts it in the car before getting into the driver’s seat.

 I immediately get into the car with my mate in my arms and start administering whatever treatment I can while Logan drives off.

 “Why are there barely any medical supplies in the first aid kit?” I yell out in frustration at the single cotton swab and disinfectant.

 Logan meets my gaze over the rearview mirror as he explains.

 “Well Alpha, we’ve never really needed a first aid kit. Most shifters heal before there is even a need for treatment even if they are Omegas.” I hear the implied question and I growl at his impudence.

 “Watch yourself Beta Logan.” I narrow my eyes and meet his stare over the mirror.

 He lowers his gaze and apologizes. We drive in silence for a while and he finally works up the courage to ask.

 “Alpha, is she….?”

 “Yes she is or part of her is anyways. She seems the same but also different, her scent seems slightly different from what I remember. She seems broken and not just from her injuries. It seems like part of her is missing.

 I look down at my mate and see her something I hadn’t noticed before, a brand burnt into her flesh with the words ‘outcast’ on it and fresh rage fills me.

 “ I will end whoever did this to her and when I’m done with them, death will seem like a mercy.” I grit out, as rage courses through my bloodstream, the promise of revenge going through my mind.