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Chapter 33
Fane lay beneath Lucas jaws, weak from all the blood loss. He heard Jacquelyns sobs, her pleading. He had seen her run into Lucas in an attempt to push Lucas off of him, and all the while he'd had to lie still. If he had moved his plan would not have worked. He kept his mind separate from Jacquelyn, making sure he did not give her any sign that he was okay. He hated seeing her hurt, but if she knew that he wasnt dead, she would not have struggled so much which would have tipped off Lucas. As soon as Jacquelyn was out of sight, Lucas gave Fane one final shake and then let go of his neck. The fact that Lucas had not bothered to make sure Fanes heart stopped was his mistake. Fane was holding his breath, which made Lucas think he had killed him.
Foolish, cocky Alpha, Fane thought.
Lucas released Fanes throat and turned his head up towards the moon and howled. While he was distracted, his vulnerable throat was completely exposed to Fane, and Fane took full advantage. With all the strength Fane had left, he lunged up and sank his teeth deep into Lucas throat. He tasted blood and that fueled his anger. Fane gripped even tighter and felt his jaws crush the vocal cords and the wind pipe, silencing Lucas howl. Then Fane jerked his head violently to the left, pulling so hard that his teeth ripped Lucas throat wide open, severing arteries. Blood poured like a rushing river from Lucas throat, pooling on the ground. In less than a minute, Lucas collapsed on his side. Fane would not make the same mistake Lucas did. He took a paw and pushed Lucas onto his back, exposing the most vulnerable part of a wolf. He leaned down and once again sunk his teeth into the wolfs flesh, tearing though skin and muscle until he disemboweled Lucas. That was an injury Fane knew Lucas would not get up from.
Fane turned to look at his father, who nodded his head once. Fane turned his head upward and howled in victory. Then he collapsed.
Sorin, Alina. Get Fane and take him to the Henrys'. Clean him up. I will be there as quickly as I can to heal him, Vasile ordered.
Forgive me, Alpha, but why do you not want us to take him to his mate? Sorin asked apprehensively.
Jacquelyn was hysterical when she was dragged out of here. She is not likely to be any calmer yet, and she does not need to see Fane in his current state, Vasile explained.
Sorin nodded his understanding. Then he, with Alinas help, gathered Fane to take him to the Henrys'.
Vasile turned back to the wolves that Lucas left behind with his death.
Who of you is Lucas second? Vasile asked them.
A tall, bulky man stepped forward. I am his second, he answered.
What is your name? Vasile asked the man.
Jeff Stone, the wolf answered.
You are second no longer, Jeff Stone. You stand Alpha of the Coldspring pack. You are to keep a record of your pack as isCanis lupus law. I will check on your pack to make sure you are abiding by these laws. If you do not know them, Vasile reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, from which he pulled out a card, here is my card. Call me and I will inform you of them. Are we clear?
Jeff nodded and turned his head, exposing his neck in submission to Vasile.
Good. Now take your former Alpha and give him a proper burial. Let this be a lesson to each of you that you cannot claim women who are not your mates. Lucas would have never found comfort or peace with Jacquelyn because she was not his true mate. He would have eventually resented her for not being able to give him what he so desperately needed, Vasile explained to the wolves. Then he simply said, Go, and watched as they collected Lucas body and left.
Vasile took a deep breath, preparing for the task before him: heal his son and somehow explain to his mate that they had intentionally planned for Fane to appear dead. This is not going to be pretty, he thought.
Fane moaned as he struggled to sit up. He was back in his human form and as he looked around, he realized he was in his room at the Henrys house. He started to stand, but got very dizzy. and had to quickly sit back down.
Take it easy, son. Youve had quite a night, Fane heard his father tell him.
Where is Jacquelyn? Fane asked the first question that now burned a hole in his head. He wanted her there with him so he could hold her and reassure her that he was fine. She had been so hysterical the last time he saw her, he knew she must still be a mess if she did not know he was alive.
She is at her house. We did not take you there because I wanted you to look somewhat healthier than you did when Lucas was finished with you, Vasile told him.
That makes sense, Fane thought. He gingerly tried standing again and was successful. He was thankful that someone had thought to put boxers on him so he wasnt naked. He walked over to look in the mirror to survey the damage.
Its not too bad, after healing you up a bit. You still have some ugly bruising and minor cuts, but no broken bones, his father told him.
He was right about the bruising. He looked like someone had taken black, gray, and blue paint and splattered it on him. He had deep cuts on his face, neck, back, and legs. Overall, though, it could have been so much worse. Fane was so thankful that he had been the victor. The thought of Jacquelyn came again to his mind and he felt bile rise up in his throat at the memory of her sobs. He had to see her, she needed to know he was okay. Then he would have to beg her forgiveness.
I need to see her, Tata, Fane told his father.
I know, but you need to be prepared for- before Vasile could finish Fanes door swung open so hard that it hit the wall with a loud bang.
Fane lay beneath Lucas jaws, weak from all the blood loss. He heard Jacquelyns sobs, her pleading. He had seen her run into Lucas in an attempt to push Lucas off of him, and all the while he'd had to lie still. If he had moved his plan would not have worked. He kept his mind separate from Jacquelyn, making sure he did not give her any sign that he was okay. He hated seeing her hurt, but if she knew that he wasnt dead, she would not have struggled so much which would have tipped off Lucas. As soon as Jacquelyn was out of sight, Lucas gave Fane one final shake and then let go of his neck. The fact that Lucas had not bothered to make sure Fanes heart stopped was his mistake. Fane was holding his breath, which made Lucas think he had killed him.
Foolish, cocky Alpha, Fane thought.
Lucas released Fanes throat and turned his head up towards the moon and howled. While he was distracted, his vulnerable throat was completely exposed to Fane, and Fane took full advantage. With all the strength Fane had left, he lunged up and sank his teeth deep into Lucas throat. He tasted blood and that fueled his anger. Fane gripped even tighter and felt his jaws crush the vocal cords and the wind pipe, silencing Lucas howl. Then Fane jerked his head violently to the left, pulling so hard that his teeth ripped Lucas throat wide open, severing arteries. Blood poured like a rushing river from Lucas throat, pooling on the ground. In less than a minute, Lucas collapsed on his side. Fane would not make the same mistake Lucas did. He took a paw and pushed Lucas onto his back, exposing the most vulnerable part of a wolf. He leaned down and once again sunk his teeth into the wolfs flesh, tearing though skin and muscle until he disemboweled Lucas. That was an injury Fane knew Lucas would not get up from.
Fane turned to look at his father, who nodded his head once. Fane turned his head upward and howled in victory. Then he collapsed.
Sorin, Alina. Get Fane and take him to the Henrys'. Clean him up. I will be there as quickly as I can to heal him, Vasile ordered.
Forgive me, Alpha, but why do you not want us to take him to his mate? Sorin asked apprehensively.
Jacquelyn was hysterical when she was dragged out of here. She is not likely to be any calmer yet, and she does not need to see Fane in his current state, Vasile explained.
Sorin nodded his understanding. Then he, with Alinas help, gathered Fane to take him to the Henrys'.
Vasile turned back to the wolves that Lucas left behind with his death.
Who of you is Lucas second? Vasile asked them.
A tall, bulky man stepped forward. I am his second, he answered.
What is your name? Vasile asked the man.
Jeff Stone, the wolf answered.
You are second no longer, Jeff Stone. You stand Alpha of the Coldspring pack. You are to keep a record of your pack as isCanis lupus law. I will check on your pack to make sure you are abiding by these laws. If you do not know them, Vasile reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, from which he pulled out a card, here is my card. Call me and I will inform you of them. Are we clear?
Jeff nodded and turned his head, exposing his neck in submission to Vasile.
Good. Now take your former Alpha and give him a proper burial. Let this be a lesson to each of you that you cannot claim women who are not your mates. Lucas would have never found comfort or peace with Jacquelyn because she was not his true mate. He would have eventually resented her for not being able to give him what he so desperately needed, Vasile explained to the wolves. Then he simply said, Go, and watched as they collected Lucas body and left.
Vasile took a deep breath, preparing for the task before him: heal his son and somehow explain to his mate that they had intentionally planned for Fane to appear dead. This is not going to be pretty, he thought.
Fane moaned as he struggled to sit up. He was back in his human form and as he looked around, he realized he was in his room at the Henrys house. He started to stand, but got very dizzy. and had to quickly sit back down.
Take it easy, son. Youve had quite a night, Fane heard his father tell him.
Where is Jacquelyn? Fane asked the first question that now burned a hole in his head. He wanted her there with him so he could hold her and reassure her that he was fine. She had been so hysterical the last time he saw her, he knew she must still be a mess if she did not know he was alive.
She is at her house. We did not take you there because I wanted you to look somewhat healthier than you did when Lucas was finished with you, Vasile told him.
That makes sense, Fane thought. He gingerly tried standing again and was successful. He was thankful that someone had thought to put boxers on him so he wasnt naked. He walked over to look in the mirror to survey the damage.
Its not too bad, after healing you up a bit. You still have some ugly bruising and minor cuts, but no broken bones, his father told him.
He was right about the bruising. He looked like someone had taken black, gray, and blue paint and splattered it on him. He had deep cuts on his face, neck, back, and legs. Overall, though, it could have been so much worse. Fane was so thankful that he had been the victor. The thought of Jacquelyn came again to his mind and he felt bile rise up in his throat at the memory of her sobs. He had to see her, she needed to know he was okay. Then he would have to beg her forgiveness.
I need to see her, Tata, Fane told his father.
I know, but you need to be prepared for- before Vasile could finish Fanes door swung open so hard that it hit the wall with a loud bang.
