Wow its been awhile...Anyways this chapter has been done for a long while and I have just gatherd enough time to up load it. I will try to update and edit ASAP. Till then I'd like to thank those who have came back to read this over due chapter.

Bloodyfangs

Hunters’ moon

Chapter 13 Won the battle! Won the war! Loss the cause?

Everything was black. I felt as if I was floating in a realm that held nothing other than darkness. How did I get here? What had happen? The last thing I could remember was awful pain, blinding pain. I remember my father… the gore…the emptiness. All the thinking made me lazy, my mind felt over loaded. I wanted to allow my mind to float back into the darkness… the feeling of lightness. I snapped back into reality the second I heard a voice.

“Why?! Why the hell did I let you go through with this Hailey? Damn it! There should have been another way…Please Hailey come back to me...Please come back. Can you hear me?”

Oh I could hear him alright. I wasn’t sure who he was nor was I sure why he had a death grip on my hand. Suddenly I had a reason to fight for my vision. I dug though the darkness trying to find the gap; the door to Earth, the door to life and light.

I stopped my search long enough to here the whosh of the door fighting against the air.

“GET OUT!” Yelled a man.

The man holding onto my hand sighed.

“Not now.” His voice cool, calm, rationale.

“Did you not hear me? Or do you choose to disobey me?”

“Not now! If I leave you will probably loss her. All of us will probably loss her…” His voice thick with pain.

Was he talking about me? Why was he so concerned? Did I know him? Hell for that matter did I know either of them? I once again racked the darkness.

“Get him out of here! Now!” Yelled the man. Suddenly loud noise erupted into the room. Noises that I should have never picked up, noises that no human ears should have picked up…

All was silent. Bells started to explode inside of my ears. I found the door pushing it open while being ridden by Fear. My eyes popped open. At first all was blurry; the room was thrown into weird angles and odd mixtures of colors.

I blinked a couple thousand times before I could see the room clearly. It seemed to be a hotel room. The walls white with very bold black shapes. The carpet looked new for the grayish color had let to fade.

Where I was, was truly a mystery to me. I had never seen the room before. All I knew was that the silkily sheets were very welcoming and surrendered me to Sleeps eager hands. I pushed away from Sleep and tried to remember where I was last. All I could remember was my fathers face covered in gore, my hands painted in gore… Then the pain, blinding, breath taking pain that sent me to the ground with screams escaping my lips. And now I was here. Then it hit me. I looked down the length of my body, gasping at my physical changes. I rushed to get up and find a mirror but stopped when a harsh wave crashed through my head, sending me back to my pillow. I yelped again when my head fell back on something solid. Sliding my hand under the pillow, my fingers rested on some kind of cool metal. I quickly pulled out the metal object and gaped at the gun.

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Conner: POV

Had she really forgotten everything? Had the god’s above answered my prays by giving me another chance to make her mine? Have I really won?

I smile wide as I watch the sliver chains bite into Brads wrist and ankles.

“You will not get away with this!” Brad yells past the pain.

“Oh, really, am I not your alpha?” I ask snarling and laughing at my luck.

“You will never win her heart.” He says at a whisper while gritting his teeth.

“Who said I want her love? Because I don’t. What I want is power! And she is the crucible that holds the heat and passion of all meaningful power.” My mind starts to slip away, in its place is the though of great power.

“How do you plan on controlling her power? The last I remember she wouldn’t even talk to you until you threaten my life.”

He had a point. How could I control her if she once again would not speak to me, let alone look at me? She was very skilled at avoiding me like the plague.

“Without me you will loss her.”

“Why are you so sure of your self, Brad?”

“I am her bonded pair. I know more about her than she knows about herself, and without out me, her bonded pair, she will fade away from you and the rest of the world.”

“You speak nothing but lies Brad. Bonded pairs have been broken up many times and both parties have come out just fine.”

“That is true but neither pair was frightened and both understood what that missing piece was.”

I shake my head realizing he is just trying to keep himself alive.

“How do you plain to control her power?” Brad asks realizing he has lost.

I give him a wicked smile.

“I do not plain on controlling her power. I plain on her bearing child. I will then control its power.”

Brad throws himself against his chains while howling with pain.

“Boys, make him suffer before you finish him off.”

I stand aside as their imagination’s roars with images of gory torture.

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I place the gun aside as I pull out the IV needle. After an hour of fighting against the pain, I slide out from under the covers and I realize once again that I am not wearing clothing. What the hell had happen? I ask myself as I slide on the clothing next to the bed. Once dress I begin to hear thump, thump, thump.

“Only foot steps” I whisper.

“Just foot steps!? What the hell? When have I been able to hear foot steps!?” I whisper my rant.

I shake my head while picking up the gun and racing, with impressive speed to lean against the wall next to the door, trying to gain control over my vision while pushing past the pain. I hold my breath as the door knob moves. I was suddenly chocking on fear. I was feeling something… It was as if I could sense a wicked soul and twisted thoughts very much like my fathers. A dark haired man steps into the room and closes the door swiftly behind him. The feeling of ants marching up my arms, consume me as he walks closer to me unknowingly. A thick forbidden taste layered my tongue as he looked at the empty bed with an ugly look.

In seconds I had the gun barrel pressed to his temple.

“Nice to see your feeling better, Hailey.” His words sounded like demons chanting.

A growl passes my lips. I jumped at the sound of it as if I was a pup learning how to bark and jumping back out of fright for the sound had left me!

“Would you like to know the out come of the fight?” His words where testing me.

“Would you like me to pull this trigger?” I ask as I push the metal firmly against his skin. Allowing the coolness to soak through pores till it reached his every bone sending his nerves roaring with fright.

“Do not be foolish. We both know you wont pull that trigger, maybe Brad, but surly not me.”

Oh how he was wrong. Although I am unaware of whom Brad is… I pull the lever back and watch as he swallows hard at the click sound.

“This doesn’t have to end badly. All you have to do is stay away from me and allow me to leave in peace. Do we have a deal or should I just kill you now and go on my way?” I ask while debating if the later would just be simpler.

“Fine leave if you would like Hai…”

“Do not say my name.” I cut into his words.

He grunts but keeps going on regardless. “As you wish…You may leave in peace…”

I move to the door opening and placing one foot over the threshold before he adds “…Who will fill your place as queen?”

I freeze but shake my head and play it off as just a twist of words. I flip the gun around in impressive speed and hit the spot where the skull and spin meet, with the butt of the gun sending him to the ground riding the waves of darkness.

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Brads POV

She rules my thoughts even when death is staring me in the eyes. I keep thinking about her smile…her laugh…But horrid images over take the good ones. I see her screaming, crying, begging for help. I can smell her fear…her rage…even her youth. So young and yet so full of power and self- will. So unaware of what the future has in store for her. To bold to keep her mouth closed in life and death situations. To caring to leave someone helpless and afraid. To strong to allow someone inside her life. To independent to love another soul… To amazing for one to forget. Now her future is left in Connors greedy hands. Rage fills me and suddenly all pain subsides into colds chills.

Lifting my head I look my tormenters in the eyes. Glaring and making deadly promises to them in one look. Connors foolish mistake for leaving new pack members to do his dirty work because both took a step back.

“Unchain me” I say calmly.

The younger of the two takes yet another step back before speaking “Can he do anything to us?”

“How can he?! He’s chained up you fucking moron.” Says the second a bit uneasy.

“I will only ask one more time before I do it myself. Unchain me, now”

The younger boy laughs. “Yeah Id like to see you get out of those. I’m so fucking scared!” He says rolling his eyes at the end.

“Let’s get this over with already.” The second boy reply’s as he turns around searching for something.

“So be it.” I say focusing on rage and anger.