Fight for Me

Chaos breaks out as berserk creatures pour through all corners and attack everything in their path. Their foaming mouths and their crazed eyes give them away, though, they quickly send fear through all the warriors as they now come face to face with more than just berserk wolves.

Now they are facing the wrath of crazed vampires, witches and even a few other shifters. All of whom are in their most violent and dangerous forms.

No one is safe.

Though, regardless of the smell of fear, anger and desperation hanging thickly in the air, Anthony and Jason manage to push through, leading the attack. With Nicholas off to look for their father and Tristan looking for his mate, Anthony needs to do what he can to ensure their fighters do not lose hope in their pursuit for justice.

Anthony not only manages to ensure their bravery don’t waver, but with how he and Jason fight together, as if one mind, and actually pushing a few crazed creatures back, it motivates their fighters even more.

And through it all somewhere not that far, an alpha with greying red hair pushes his way towards a certain man with a horrid scar on his face. A scar Ruhan once respected, which this former-comrade had received through bravery and in battle. But now, it’s just a mark leading him to his target.

With a loud growl, Ruhan lunges at Victor and punches his face with such a force that three of his teeth fly out of his mouth.

Victor looks at Ruhan with a mix of anger and distress.

“What? You actually thought you would win this bloody war?” Ruhan lunges at him again.

“Wai-“ but Ruhan’s punch to his gut silences him.

An arm snakes around his neck and in panic he starts looking around for assistance. But there’s disorder everywhere. Everyone’s fighting their own battles.

“Are you looking for Braham?”

But Victor can’t speak as he struggles to break Ruhan’s grip around his throat.

“That limping coward is already dead. I broke his other leg and left him to the vampires to drain him. They quite like wolf blood I hear, especially alpha blood.”

Ruhan smiles as he sees Victor’s eyes widening. Victor tries elbowing his way out. But with no luck, he panics and gives over to his wolf to shift.

“I don’t think so.” Ruhan kicks his knee into Victor’s back with such a force, that the sound of his back breaking is heard past the loud growls and screams in the background.

In both shock and agonizing pain, Victor’s mouth falls open, but his scream is silent as if stuck in his throat.

“I think I’ll feed you to the lions and have them rip you to pieces.”

Victor falls limp to the ground and Ruhan drags him by his hair and he can only helplessly watch his own demise.

Following his gut and the guidance of his wolf, Tristan has reached a dead and quiet room. One filled with bodies and no signs of movement.

She’s here. His wolf sways his doubt.

He continues to inspect the room. There are no other doors to this room besides the one he came through. But with the battle noises far in the background, he tries to focus his senses into finding her.

He can hear a soft and muffled heartbeat. Two in fact.

Facing one of the walls, he stands straight.

“Come on out, Melinda.”

With a brief silence he continues to wait and the wall moves, revealing the hidden door.

She hesitantly steps out with a young boy she tries to hide behind her legs.

He takes an eager step forward but he stops the moment she lifts her hand at him, holding a rather large and erratic flame. A warning.

He looks at her with confusion and sadness.

“If you wish to kill me, then do it. But I will die with love for my mate.” He steps forward and pulls her into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Tristan?” She questions as the flame dies in her hand. He pulls back and looks down to her, sparing a glimpse to the curious boy watching them. “I,…I thought,….”

“It doesn’t matter. I came to take you home.”

“But,..”

“She lied, okay. She was never pregnant with my child. And I don’t care if we can never get pregnant. I just want you. You. And to hell with this bloody war.” He leans in closer, his breath brushing her cheek.

A brief silence fills the air again. She looks down at the boy.

“Oh, Tristan. I have no right to ask this of you,……”

“Ask me anything.” He grips her wrist, though a little too hard.

He notices the slight wince of surprise, but he can’t help it. He finally found her. He can finally touch her. She is here. She is real.

She looks down at the curious boy and quickly glances behind Tristan with a fearful look.

“Will you help me get him out of here?”

“Of course.” He says without hesitation as he starts pulling them along. “We should go round back. It’s probably already clear that side.”

But she yanks his arm as she tries freeing her wrist from his grip. He looks at her worryingly, especially when she tries to avoid eye contact.

He doesn’t know her like this. To be shy or fearful.

“I can’t go with you.” She pulls the child between them. “You must get him to safety. Please.”

“What are you talking about? I will get you both to safety.” His tone sounding harsh.

“Just,….” She successfully pulls her wrist from his hand and shoves the boy towards him. “Take him. I can’t-“

“Woman.” He grips her by her arms. “I am not fucking leaving you.”

“Tristan.” She gasps as she looks at the curious boy staring at them.

Tristan clenches his jaw. “I don’t care if you make this difficult. You tend to do that anyways. But if you don’t start moving, I’ll have no problem throwing you over my shoulder and taking both of you out of here.”

He can see the look in her eyes, filled with so much love and….guilt.

“I can’t-“

“Dammit woman.” He tries picking her up.

But she shoves him away and he stops the moment he sees bright orange flames lighting her hands and slowly crawling its way up to her elbows and burning her sleeves.

She cries, looking at the growing flames. Tristan is staring as he holds the boy next to him, not sure what to make of the situation. He can’t believe that she would hurt the boy.

“Don’t do this Melinda.”

“I’M NOT!” She shouts in anger and desperation, making the flames burst with sparks, leaving scorch marks on the floor.

She stumbles back a few steps, shaking her hands and concentrating on calming her breaths, but still evidently crying.

“What is wrong, Melinda?” He asks desperately, but as calmly as his voice allows.

“I,..I’m,…..infected.”

He swallows his breath as he processes her words. And the only images that come to his mind are that of his brother, Maxim. How he went out of control. How Abby lied dead and bloody from his attack. How all the berserk creatures they found were beyond saving once they had completely lost control.

“No………no. NO!” He stares at her and the flames just suddenly die out. Even she is surprised by it. “We’ll figure this out.”

But she holds her hands up again, trying to stop him from approaching her.

“There is no time. You have to leave.” She looks behind him again. Still no sign of anyone in sight. Though, the harsh sounds of fighting are still clear in the background.

Looking down, he sees the sad look on the boy’s face as he stares at Melinda. And looking up he can see why. The look on her face is that of fear, heartache and pain as she looks back at the two of them.

But he can’t leave her. Not like this. Not ever. He can understand now, why Abby must have stayed with Maxim to the very end even when she picked up on the signs. No. He won’t leave her alone. She is his mate, his other half, his life.

He drops the boy’s hand and paces towards her. And before she can even protest, he pulls her into a tight hold and kisses her with all the love and longing he has felt the last few weeks when she had just disappeared from his life. He knows, that as strong and stubborn as she can be, she always tries to put others before herself. She never wants to burden people.

He can feel her desperately kissing him back, eager to hold onto this moment.

Pulling back, he cups her face and wipes the tears away with his thumbs.

“You are mine. Your burdens are mine. Your life is mine. And you do not have permission to leave me. You never had.”

She stands silent, at a loss for words and slowly mimicking his nod. She’s not sure if he’s somehow hypnotizing her to nod in agreement or if somewhere deep down, she knows she wanted him to not walk away from her or to leave her alone. She wants to be with him. And she wants him to want to be with her, even if she may be infected.

Lost in gazing at his eyes, all she feels is his hand slipping into hers and being pulled along.

Tristan takes the boy’s hand in his other hand and pulls the two out of the room towards the nearest exit he can find.