Baxter 12

I arrived at the scene as quickly as my legs could, but it was still too late. The back of the restaurant had trackers enclosing the area in a circle. Some were still in wolf form, while others had returned to their human form. The circle was tight enough that you couldn't see in it. A girl from our pack was pacing behind the circle, sobbing as she walked. I got closer and could hear the threatening growls and the power poring from them, causing my men to flinch and stay back. There was really only one wolf who could do that. I reached the line on a careful walk, not wanting to make anything worse than it already was. That is when I saw it. McCoy's wolf was standing over an unmovin' body. Blood was pooling under her, soaking into her curly brown hair.

"what is closer, the coven or pack house," I asked the nearest tracker

"The pack house," he answers quietly, not wanting to rile McCoy

"Call the witches and tell them Monroe has been bitten and to meet us at the pack house." I didn't wait for his response as I crept closer to McCoy. "Shift back."

I commanded many men around the circle felt the command as it washed over McCoy and found themselves shifting back. McCoy growled and shook, trying to fight the command, but once I repeated it twice, his wolf relented and shifted. McCoy was naked and sitting in Roe's blood, crying.

"I didn't mean to," he sobbed as he lifted her head into his lap. "I lost control and have destroyed what the moon goddess gave me."

"McCoy," I called. Let us help you. We can see if Roe can be saved, but you must let us get close to her."

"I didn't mean to hurt her," he whispered into her hair. I was close now and could almost reach out and touch her.

"I know, so let us help her. No one wants to see their mate hurt; let us help. " He raised his head and looked at me. One of his eyes was expected, and the other was his wolf's. I had never seen something like this before, but I knew I was addressing McCoy and his wolf. "Give her to me. Let me help."

"she was so scared," he murmured.

"She is probably scared now, too." I reached for Roe, hoping against hope that there was enough of McCoy left to hold his wolf in check. He placed her in my arms, and she felt so cold. Her blood was chilled, and so was her skin. Slowly, as I approached, I backed away from McCoy, never taking my eyes off him and never turning my back until I got to the line of trackers, which was not also full of warriors.

"I'm So sorry," he wailed and used his blood-covered hand to hide his face. I turned and raced for one of the cars that a warrior brought here. Two warriors followed me and drove, not worried about speed limits.

"Alpha, we will be arriving soon, and the witches are on their way," the warrior in the passenger seat reported to me. I was desperately holding Roe's wounds, trying to keep her from dying of blood loss before we got there. I took the fact that she was still bleeding as a relatively good thing, seeing as that should mean that her heart was still beating.

"Alpha, we have arrived," the driver reported. They hopped out of the car and raced to assist me into the pack house. I ran to the first available room and placed her on the bed. The men cleared for me as I walked in. My hands were now covered in blood, but I held tight to Roe.

"One of you guards the room; the other gets the witches. McCoy can not come in here," I declared, and the Warriors raced into action. I heard footsteps pounding the stairs in the distance and orders being relayed. Max ordered a curfew for all non-necessary wolves. He was probably trying to clear the walkways so it was easier to move quickly. Then I heard two people run into the room behind me.

"Oh goddess," Darrel gasped out behind me. "I'll get a med kit." Then, the scuffle of feet ran away. Max came into view on the other side. He reached for the neck wound and helped me apply pressure. Neither of us acknowledged the tears running down our faces.