Chapter 2

Todd grabbed onto my elbows and held me back on the bed whilst Evan unbuckled his belt and began getting naked. I threw my legs in the air, hitting his but every time I tried, he stepped away and chuckled at my fight.

"Is that all?" He asked, slipping between my legs and grabbing onto my face. "Is that all a runt like you can do? Pity." Shaking his head, he sank his nails into my face while flashing a wide, prideful grin at me.

I moved my legs, hoping to strike him, but failed once more as Todd looped his strong legs above mine and restrained me onto the bed.

"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I realized I didn't have enough strength to fight either of them off my body. They both were strong, warriors in training. I couldn't take them. "Someone please help!" From the bottom of my heart, I prayed Kira would listen to me.

She was always around.

Evan tugged on my face, harshly extending his claws onto my cheeks while dragging his palm up to my mouth till I was silenced. "No one's going to hear you. Shut the fuck up. We don't have much time to waste." He said, gritting his teeth and pulling down his pants at the same time.

Muffled screams escaped my mouth but none of them were loud enough to grab anyone's attention.

Help me, Moon God.

Tears poured down my eyes and onto my cheeks as Evan reached for my pants and curled his fingers around the hem of it. A single tug and I was going to become vulnerable.

"The poor runt is crying. Is that all?" Todd chuckled behind me while clasping me harder. He didn't loosen his hold, not even for a moment. "No one's going to fucking help you, especially not at this time and in this weather. It's better if you let him fuck you willingly."

I thrashed my head left and right, making it even more difficult for them to even touch me. The harder it was, the exhausted they'd get.

Never I had thought something as such would happen. I knew the pack house wasn't exactly safe but it was better than sleeping on the streets. Kira, as the caretaker of the house, watched every man and woman closely. Anything that went wrong was taken to the Alpha and he'd always handle it.

But she wasn't here now.

Where was she?

"Put her down on the bed. I'll take her from the back. It's better and easier." Evan instructed his friend who didn't wait a moment to turn me around on my stomach.

He forced my head into my small mattress while my hands curled to my back. Evan pushed himself forward. My feet dangled over the ground, barely touching. I let out several more screams but they were quiet and muffled.

My eyes went shut and I heard a loud bang before screams of Evan echoed in my ears. It all happened fast. One moment I was on the bed and the other moment I was on the ground, my hands free.

Strands of my hair covered my vision but I quickly pushed them aside and looked to my left to find a large werewolf attacking Evan. His teeth ripped his leg open. He howled for mercy and in pain while falling onto the floor. The wolf attacked again, this time ripping his neck from his head.

I placed my hand over my mouth, silencing myself as blood splattered all over the walls and over my face. Dread coiled inside me. My breaths came out scattered. Todd lunged from the bed, hoping to save his friend but it was already too late. As soon as the wolf was done tearing Evan into pieces, he went for Todd.

I quickly grabbed onto the rails beneath the bed and slid my small frame inside. My heart thudded like never. Hair rose all over my body. My finger trembled against my lips as I heard Todd's blood-curdling screams.

There wasn't much I could see from underneath the bed but I found a pool of blood under Evan. Soon, Todd joined his dead body as well. His neck was ripped while his eyes were still wide open. I watched him as he took his last few breaths and then died.

What was happening?

I held my breath back, forcing myself to not breathe for as long as the werewolf was inside the room. His black shadow moved a little. I closed my eyes tight while the hand over my mouth tightened.

Not a sound, April.

Please.

Tears continued to drip from the corner of my eyes. The werewolf growled in rage while his paws moved across the wooden flooring of my bedroom. Once he realized there was no one else alive, he lunged out of the room and escaped.

I didn't move my hand from my mouth until minutes later. But when I did, I used the sleeve of my jacket to wipe away my tears before sliding out from underneath the bed.

It was all silent.

I looked outside from the door and found no one. Closing the door, I returned to my room and breathed heavily. Fear rushed through my quivering body. It wasn't the cold or the storm—it was the war.

I glanced at Evan and Todd, they both were dead, both eyes wide open. A puddle of blood spread underneath them and soaked into their shirts. There were splatters of fresh blood on the wall.

My stomach churned in disgust and I instantly looked away while holding back my disgust.

I gave myself a few quiet minutes to gather my thoughts and emotions before I had the courage to step out of my room and find out what happened here. It couldn't happen so quickly. When Evan told me they were two-hundred werewolves rushing toward our town I believed nothing was going to happen.

Two hundred werewolves were nothing compared to all of us.

I sniffed while scurrying around the house. The watery scent of rain and storm had disappeared, replaced with the scent of blood. There were dead bodies all over the pack house. Men, in their human forms, spread from the top of the stairs to the bottom. All of them dead.

My eyes watered once more. A chill trailed down my spine.

This couldn't happen.

I ran across the kitchen, hoping there'd be someone but there wasn't. Not a single soul. Everyone that was inside the pack house was dead.

"Kira!" I whispered, leaning over her body and shaking her arms. The injury on her neck wasn't too deep. "Please, don't die." My fingers pressed against her neck as I checked for her pulse. Her blood pooled in my hand but I didn't find any pulse.

She was dead as well.

A few sobs broke through me before I picked myself up from the ground and pinched myself in the arm.

It wasn't a dream.

It was the reality.

In minutes, every werewolf in the town was either dead or was going to be killed.

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