Chapter 226
HANNAH
The darkness receded. The rage remained.
He flipped me over to my back. Not a sound escaped my lips. I glared at his hardened face staring down at me. He squatted beside me. He eyed my neck as he fingered his dagger lovingly. He raised it.
"This is where it ends," he said.
I spat into his eyes. He recoiled in shock. I sprang at him and knocked him to the floor. The dagger flew from his hands but I didn't need a dagger when I had my hands.
I drove my fist into his face, his neck, his stomach, his groin, his mouth, anywhere I could reach while I straddled and pinned him to the floor. He fought me but I was fighting with all the adrenaline a dying body could muster.
Turned out I didn't have to shift after all to protect those I cared about.
Holding him down, I dug a finger into his eyes. He screamed, trying to push me off but I wasn't done. My blood soaked his clothes but I didn't stop. I wrapped my hands around his neck, tightening it the more as I felt my energy seep out.
His struggles got weaker, and then he just lay there, moaning weakly.
"I told you you couldn't win," I whispered as I tightened my grip. "You've always been around, like a fucking parasite, tormenting the hell out of me. What did I ever do to you?"
Through a mouthful of blood, he garbled something that sounded like 'please'.
I shook my head. "You had every opportunity to change. You didn't. You're going to join your father now. In hell."
My claws sprang out. I slashed them across his neck. Blood spouted in a jet that hit my face. He began to gasp and choke and then finally went still.
I rolled off, gasping for air. As I lay on the ground, my eyes started to close, my body embracing darkness. But this wasn't over until Willa was safe.
Staggering to my feet and holding a wall for support, I pushed myself up. I stumbled to Willa's room, holding my stomach, blood dripping everywhere.
In the corridor leading to Willa's room was a pile of bodies. Some were guards. Some were Asher's men. With a shaky hand, I pushed open the door. Her room was empty.
"Willa!" I shouted with all my strength, and tears began to fall from my eyes.
Was she already lying dead somewhere? Was I too late?
"Willa!" I cried again, leaning against the wall.
I felt movement on my left. I turned slowly and spotted Willa holding up someone with her shoulders.
She spotted me too.
"Hannah!" she yelled.
There was no relief in that voice. Only terror. I inched towards her, leaving a little trail of blood coating the floor. I got closer and saw the person she was dragging was the Alpha.
He was bleeding, even worse than me. In her panic, Willa was squeezing his injured shoulder which was oozing out blood.
"Willa, stop." I heard myself saying.
There was blood everywhere. Too much blood.
"Lay him down," I said. "Willa."
I tore the hem of my dress, folded it into a compress and placed it on his leg where he was bleeding the most. The Alpha moaned weakly, and gritted his teeth against the pain.
"Help him please," Willa sobbed.
"What happened?" I asked as I worked frantically.
"Th-they came to get me... those men. He fought them off but there were more than fifteen against him. He killed them but- but not before they did this."
She dissolved into tears again then impatiently dashed them from her eyes.
"You have to save him!" she said fiercely. "He can't die."
For a moment, the Alpha's eyes rolled up to the whites.
"Stay with me," I begged.
The flow of blood from his leg was slowing now. But so it was for the other wounds on his body. Alpha Wallace was bleeding out.
I looked around frantically, trying to think around the panic slowly but surely crowding my brain.
Was there a way Willa and I could get him to the pack's clinic?
"Hannah," he croaked.
Willa edged forward on her knees and placed his head in a lap. Tears fell from her face onto his. "Ssh. Don't talk now, Daddy. You'll be fine, okay?"
"She's right," I said and started to get to my feet. I would get a healer here even if it killed me. "Hold on. Let me get-"
"Hannah," he said again. "Listen to me."
There was that ring of authority in his voice I couldn't ignore. Still, I wanted to. The more time I wasted, the higher the chances that we would lose him. His fingers gripped my wrist then. They were still surprisingly strong.
"It's too late for me," he said in a voice that was slowly fading. "I know a mortal wound when I see one. I'll be dead before you get back."
I touched his face, and the tears blurred my vision.
"No please," I gasped. "Let me-"
"Protect my Willa," he said, briefly turning his head to look at his daughter. He raised one trembling hand and stroked her cheek. He was still holding my hand and he gave it a little squeeze. "Be a good Luna..........and mate to my sons." He breathed slowly.
And then his hand fell back. He went still. I stared, unable to move.
There was a moment's silence and then-
"NO!" Willa shrieked. "NO DADDY NO."
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