Chapter 96

Silver’s POV

Everything happened so fast; one minute I was in a ton of pain that I could barely wrap my head around it let alone function, and then the next thing I knew I was seeing Elliot falling to the ground. I was seeing nothing but red; I didn’t care about the pain or the flashes of light in my vision, all I cared about was Elliot. I could feel something stirring so deep inside of me that it took me by surprise. I wasn’t sure what it was until I felt it surging through me and giving me way more strength than I thought I could have at this moment.

The fighting around me was loud and I could smell the scent of rogue in every corner. I knew some of them weren’t actually rogues, but because of the spell Scott had cast, the very spell that was draining me of my powers, they had all gone mad.

Nobody was in their right state of mind, and I knew it wasn’t just our pack that was affected. Scott was using my magic to cast this spell, and I was feeling weak, but the energy surged through me when I saw Elliot hitting the ground.

The mark on my neck throbbed with pain because my mate was dying. The pain drowned out all the other pain that I felt from the full moon. The dagger was in Scott’s clutches, dripping with Elliot’s blood. Scott was laughing and his wolves were howling in victory because they finally killed the Alpha.

“Storm the packhouse!” Scott ordered his men. “Find that witch and kill anyone who gets in the way!!”

They all howled in agreement. My eyes flickered over to the woman standing with some of the other rogues. She had a gun in her hands, and she was pointing it at a small group of packmates. They weren’t fighters, but I could tell they were desperate to help their Alpha.

Shirley.

She was keeping them hostage and she looked as deadly as ever. Her clothes were torn, and her hair was a mess. My stomach twisted at the chaotic look in her eyes.

When she saw me looking at her, a smirk played on her lips. Before I could grasp what was happening, she pulled the trigger and one of the wolves she kept hostage fell to the ground in a pile of his own blood. I screamed for him; I didn’t know him, but I knew he was part of our pack. He was innocent and didn’t deserve to die.

One by one, she killed each and every one of them.

My eyes found Elliot’s once again; he was watching. He was still alive, but barely. His heart was still beating, but barely. His breath was rigid, and his body trembled as he fought to stay alive. The scratch on his bare chest was growing wider and deeper. It had to do with the dagger; the magic of it was doing something to him. He was turning grey, and his eyes were becoming lifeless.

He tried to speak my name, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before his life was taken from him. Fury like no other broke through me; I ignored the fresh wave of pain that coursed through my veins. Luca and Leo were struggling for their lives, trying to fight off the rogues, but it was no use.

Scott turned away from Elliot as if he was nothing more than a bug that he had just squashed and before I knew what was happening, I was lunging at him. I used every last bit of strength in my body to reach him. Nobody expected it to happen, so they took their eyes off me, but my wolf surged forward. I hadn’t fully shifted, but I could feel her, she was there, and she was pissed that our mate was hurt. She wanted revenge, she wanted blood. She gave me the last of her strength and I managed to get to my feet and jump at Scott before he even saw me coming.

I grasped the dagger with my hands and Scott whipped around, shocked that I was standing there. Blood coating my face and my eyes red with fury; I knew he could see my wolf clear as day and the image shocked him enough that his grip around the dagger loosened.

I pulled the dagger out of his hands and without a single thought more, I stabbed him in the chest as deep as the dagger would go. He gasped, as did everyone around us.

The moment the dagger punctured his chest, a white glow formed between the two of us, and a loud explosion of light erupted around the pack, causing the ground to shudder like an earthquake.

Blood soaked his shirt, and his eyes grew glassy as he looked at me.

“H…how?” He whispered hoarsely as his knees hit the ground.

“I will never let you touch the ones I love again,” I said through my teeth, driving the dagger even further into him.

He fell to the ground, but I refused to let him go. I felt an energy like no other coursing through me and giving me the strength I needed to put an end to this. The red glow that was once around him started to mix in with the new refined white light that surrounded both of us.

His eyes grew large when he saw the look on my face, and I wondered what it was he was seeing. His breathing became rigid, and his body shuddered as he fought for his life. I heard growling as rogues lunged towards me, trying to stop me from killing their leader, but I guess the white light that surrounded us acted as a shield because they bounced off and fell to the ground.

This infuriated them, they tried with all their strength to break through the barrier, but to no prevail.

The red that once surrounded us started to mix in with the white, causing the color to become a hazy pink shade. I wasn’t sure what was happening around us because I was so focused on the lights and the fact that my brother’s life was now in my hands.

The dagger was growing hot, but I kept my hands wrapped around it just the same, waiting for life to drain from him completely.

I could hear the voice of Charlotte as she appeared and saw her brother lying lifeless on the ground. I could hear the sounds of her sobs. I felt my wolf inside of me, howling and worried for our mate. I had no doubt in my mind now that Elliot was my mate; my wolf was fully here, and she was furious that this monster had taken away our mate. I could feel the strong mate bond pulling me towards Elliot, but I ignored it, needing to end the life of my brother before I walked away.

Scott’s eyes were void of emotions and I could practically hear his heartbeat stopping, his breath faded, and his body grew limp. I let out a war cry as I ripped the dagger out of his chest just before I plunged it into him again for good measure. Tears burned my eyes as I continued to rip the dagger out of him and plunge it back into him.

I did that for a long while; I wanted to take no chances. I needed to make sure he was dead.

“Silver! Stop! He’s gone!” I heard Charlotte cry. “You need to calm down and help Elliot! We need to get him to the hospital!”

I heard her words, but I was so wrapped up in killing my brother that I couldn’t think of anything else. My entire body was shaking and quivering.

I felt her hands on my back, and I knew that the white barrier surrounding me had been lifted. I also knew it was my wolf who had done it. She was with me; I could feel her inside of me like she was a part of my body. She was protecting me; she was worried about our mate, and she wanted to get to him, but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I sobbed as I continued to stab Scott.

“Silver!” It’s over!” Charlotte cried. “You did it! You defeated Scott; his spell had been lifted!”

That seemed to have brought me back to the current moment; I stopped stabbing Scott, and I let out a cry that I had never heard myself make before. Charlotte wrapped her arms around me and pulled me away from Scott’s blood-soaked body. I had his blood all over me as well and the dagger still in my shaky hands. Charlotte managed to pry the dagger out of my hands and turned me around to face her.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lip was quivering.

“Please…” she whispered. “Come back to us. Elliot needs you, Silver.”

I blinked a few times; her face coming into my view. I took a shaky breath as I looked down at my brother. He was past the point of death. There were a ton of rogues surrounding us that were dead; many that I recognized.

The pack’s gammas that were in the area had their regular scents back and they lay inured and disoriented. Some of the packmates were dead and my heart broke for them and their families.

Leo lay on the ground covered in his own blood; he was struggling to breathe but he was alive. I knew his wolf would heal him, but he needed medical attention as well. Luca lay at a distance; he was in better shape and trying to patch up his leg which looked broken, but he was alive too.

Surrounding them were different colors of glow; I was surprised that I was able to see their scents so clearly and it didn’t hurt at all.

Everyone had a different color glow around them. I could see all their scents.

“T…the packhouse,” I whispered, remembering that Scott told some of his rogues to storm the packhouse and Kill Charlotte. “They didn’t make it there?”

“I mindlinked some of my warriors to go there and protect Charlotte,” Luca explained.

“I was able to escape before any rogues got there. Those in the packhouse are safe,” Charlotte explained.

I let out a breath of relief.

Then, my eyes found Elliot’s. He was lying limp on the ground, and he was barely breathing.

My heart shattered and I quickly scrambled over to him, pulling myself out of Charlotte’s arms. I let out a sob as I found my way to him.

“Elliot…no…” I cried as I fell on top of him.

His breathing was unstable, and tears ran down my cheeks.

“Please… don’t leave me…” I whispered. The cut on his chest was turning black and I could see black veins forming around the wound and across his chest. I pressed my fingers to it. “Please…” I croaked.

“Nooo! You shouldn’t be alive!” I heard a familiar voice saying from nearby.

I looked up to see Shirley running towards me, fury on her face. She looked as if she just got into a pretty bad fight, but she still had the gun in her hands.

“Silver! Look out!” I heard Luca screaming.

I heard the gunshot and then the pain in my chest, but that was the last thing I remembered before everything went completely black.