A/n: NOT EDITED. Ugh i really wish this story didn't lose formatting that I had in words. Any readers in the North East U.S.?? Or the South? Gotta love single digit temps... right? lol How are you guys battling the weather out there? Schools are open where I'm at today, yesterday it felt like -16 and today it feels like -13. So yeah... -13 is soooo much warmer than -16. Stay warm.

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Chapter 33 – Rainy POV

This was supposed to be a safe place, ‘I’m going to be away for a while sis, but I want you and the kids to go with someone. She’s going into hiding with her mate – Gabriel.’ Logan had said to Chris and I. ‘You want us to leave? Because we’re causing trouble?’ I asked immediately but he had assured me that wasn’t why. ‘It’ll be safer than living with me gone Rainy,’ I had nodded. I didn’t want to constantly move my children around when what they needed was stability but they needed to be safe. If Logan thought it would have been safer somewhere else when he wasn’t going to be home, then I would go. After hearing the details it didn’t seem so bad, especially when all our doctors and therapists would be coming with us, the kids would have everything they needed and be safe.



We hadn’t really met Chelsea, but Logan told me how we were related, who she was and what was going on, keeping no secrets. We had just gotten Quinn and Fiona back with us, have as many good moments as bad but still going one day at a time. This – this monster wasn’t supposed to be here, he didn’t deserve safety after all the horrible things he had done to me, to my children. He couldn’t be here – but when Chelsea wanted to kill him, I couldn’t let her. I don’t think anyone understood, I wanted him away from anyone he could ever think of hurting… but I wanted him to tell his family who he truly was. When I was hidden away I felt so small, useless and numb, I couldn’t be that way on the outside.



Killing him, without him admitting who he was, and what he did when we were in the shadows I felt like I would be the one walking with his demons. I wanted his darkness paraded for all his loved ones to see, it wasn’t fair for me to be the one walking around with all the guilt and shame I felt inside. It just wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to leave this earth with respect or adoration.



My throat was dry, and while I’m sure others were speaking around me, all I could hear was the blood rushing in my head, my feet concrete blocks. My hands shook, and with a ball of unease in the pit of my stomach I squeezed Chris hand, the young woman in front of me shook her head in denial, “You don’t remember that phone call?” I asked bitterly the refusal to accept a slap to the face, “How about you,” I switched my gaze to the woman who before now I had only heard her voice, “you called your husband when your son went out on his first date with a girl named Heather, you said that her family didn’t come from a good pedigree,” burning and turning inside, I didn’t let it show. “I had lost track of how old I was by then, I had other things to worry about then… when you said pedigree I thought you meant he was a werewolf too…”



Like her daughter, she just stared me down, nothing, stilling crying, weeping for her ‘good’ man, I turned back to Hope, then I gazed at her daughter and the man holding her, he eyed me still fighting to hold his daughter, “I don’t know when you got married, but by that time I had a daughter Kayla, two days before your wedding, you called him, told him not to forget to bring the Brazilian chocolate – they were Hopes favorite, he – he said ‘Andre oh that totally slipped my mind and I’m just about to board-” Mother and daughter didn’t believe me, but this man, I could see it in his eyes.



“He’s been coming to see me since I was eleven, and when I was seventeen, too old, he moved on to my baby,” I said gritting my teeth, swallowing, panting as my vision blurred, “You’re lying,” the uninjured son barked, but I kept my eyes on the one man whose eyes were pained.



“I – I was kidnapped and locked in a basement – he visited often. When my daughter was five – a baby,” I spit out, looking at the little girl in his arms, “he would pick her. No amount of begging made him pick me – do – do you want to know what he liked to do with her?” The man took a step back holding his child against him, his arms flexing, “He liked when other sick – pervert men like him, beat her bloody so he could come in and bathe her,” I broke eye contact with him, saying the words made my stomach turn, memories, “and – and when he did that- he hummed to her-” I closed my eyes cutting my self off, humming the same tune “Oh god,” Andre whispered, my eyes flew open. I felt Chris wrap an arm around my shaking form, pulling my against him, “Andy – Andy – no-” Hope shook her head furiously from side to side as her husband took a step back, “Daddy – Andy – he – he isn’t like that,” she turned to me angrily, with Chris behind me, I didn’t flinch, I had faced more than she could ever know, that sneer wasn’t the worst I had suffered.



“He wouldn’t – Daddy-”



“He stopped coming when my girls – when – when they had grown front teeth. If he wasn’t hurting my babies – if he’s been here on the island – men like him don’t change,” I shook my head, “They – they find new victims,” I whispered sadly, hoping I was wrong. The truth was I wasn’t wishing Brians’ badness on anyone, especially not a child. You were a child too Rainy, I heard from Chris. Nodding woodenly I let him know that I heard him, and that I wasn’t blaming myself.



“Andre – she’s lying…” one of the sons said, “Dad isn’t – I mean he’s never even so much as spanked us – he’d never hurt Jenny,” he finished shaking exasperatingly, his sneer so much like his father, I bit my lip to keep the whimper threatening to fall from my lips. Still shaking I began rocking against Chris.



I looked at Andre, fusing to look away from his eyes, taking courage from Chris – no one could hurt me here – steeling myself, he gazed at me and as if in slow motion he shook his head from side to side, placing one arm right up to his daughters upper back, “No – I – I called him,” he nodded, “I had told him to bring the chocolates for you, called him to make sure Hope… no – no one was home just me – how- how would she – oh god – and that – that tune he-” the sun was just going under, but what little light was left reflected in his eyes, the glassy gaze, his face losing all it’s color as he took two more steps back, this time looking away from me and then checking his daughter. His eyes flying over her face, her tiny body held against his, searching for injuries his eyes flickering to me again and back to his daughter.



When he was nearly seven or eight feet away from everyone, he shook his head at Hope, turning around and leaving with his child, the little girl crying for her mother. I couldn’t – this was all – I pushed myself against Chris wanting to put distance between Brian and me as he started to come around, the groaning, panting and whimper, cutting me deeply. Reminding me of a time when other things made him make those sounds, closing my eyes, shaking my head, I couldn’t – “No – no – stop,” my body seems to shut down, my muscles go rigid, my stomach rolls and clenches painfully, and my mind goes.

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Chelsea POV

When I walked away from Jay after he asked me to heal Audrey I did so with no trepidation, as Andre walked away from his wife, his daughter in his arms, neither did he, no way that girl is lying – too much evidence – dum dum hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmmhmmm - he thought of the same tune Rainy hummed, the same tune he’d heard his father-in-law hum to his daughter. One that couldn’t be found on any popular sound, a tune the man had hummed to his daughter all her life. The real blow was the conversation Rainy mentioned, the one no one knew – especially not Rainy and if she knew that conversation, she knew the others.



I watched horrorstruck as Hope let her husband and child walk away to comfort her mother, father and Shane, daddy wouldn’t hurt anyone, she thought naïvely.



Clenching my hand, a knuckle cracked, the sound loud of the tense silence at that beach, from the bushes people I had not yet planned to meet scurried onto the sand. As Brian Simeon grumbled and wheezed on the ground, writhing, only to stop when he winced in pain, my mind concentrated on Rainy’s. Whimpering, ‘No – no – stop,’ under her breathe I was just going to pull back from her thoughts, not wanting to see anymore that I already had, but in a flash all the images cleared, her strands of purple hair lightened then darkened to their normal strawberry blonde.



‘We’re gonna live on a beach one day Logan…’ a younger version of Rainy said her eyes then, focused on the setting sun, ‘and all your babies and my babies are going to play with each other,’ she giggled and the younger Logan just nodded, no smile or frown. ‘You’re gonna meet a girl and she’ll talk a lot so that you can be really quiet, and she’s gonna love you,’ Rainy said matter-of-factly leaving her brother no room to disagree. ‘What – what if your mate doesn’t like me?’ he asked her softly but she only giggled, ‘I don’t think I would get a mate so stupid that he wouldn’t like you – you’re the bestest brother in the whole wide world bubba,’ the end said seriously, ‘I don’t ever want to be separated from you Rain – no matter what.’ Again Rainy just laughed, ‘me either. So if I ever get lost come find me,’ he nodded, the gesture full of promise.



My eyes watered, as I pulled out of her memory, once again taking in my surroundings, the number of people on the beach had multiplied, my eyes fell to Logan, my chin shook as I gazed at him, the devastation in his eyes as he took in Rainy. Why can’t I read her mind? He wondered, trying but hitting a wall each time. Her body stilled, upright but her eyes were eerily vacant all while her mind basked in a happy memory.



“Rainy? Rain?” Chris whispered, manipulating her body so she could face him, “Rainy?” asked again, is she okay? Is mate okay? His wolf barked anxiously, Rainy? He tried to infiltrate her mind again and like Logan he was unable.



Inhaling the aroma from Jasmine tickled my nose once again, what is that scent? I asked myself. Fae… my third wolf answered, my shoulders sagged a bit in relief, we hadn’t gotten to the reasons why the Elders would have wanted to kill everyone here, but knowing that it was probably Jasmine and not Brian my father was trying to save brought me some peace. Why – what’s happening? Fabian? Why is – “Jasmine?” Brian finally said something understandable, instead of just noises.



“Why-” Chris snarled when Brian spoke, “Marlon – she – she just – just – att-ack-ed – me,” he panted turning his head to seek out help, then even I had to growl a bit but Marlon just concentrated on Fabian not giving Brian the time of day while Jasmine started murmuring under her breath. Reaching around Gabriel’s arm I went for the gun I knew was wedged behind his back, cocking it and pointing it at Jasmine, “If you don’t stop trying to heal him, I’m going to shoot you in the head,” I said dryly when I realized what she was doing. Her head snapped up, eyes wide and focused on mine. “Good.”



“I – ne –ed – help,” why would she attack me? Brian thought pitifully but his feigning innocence. Voice booming I asked, “How many innocent people have you hurt Brian?” the question laced with power.



“Too – many – to – count,” he choked out in a toneless voice, gasping. “Brian you – you don’t mean that,” Jasmine said and all the while I was steaming, it wasn’t that his answer displeased me it was the panting. Pulling away from Gabriel I stalked over to him, placing my hand on his torso, hard, “Ahh Christ!” he shrilled. “Why are you helping that bastard?” Logan stomped over, taking a step back when Gabriel stood in his way. I didn’t answer until I knew I had fixed the issues with his lung – the reason for the shortness of breath. “You wouldn’t do those things,” Mrs. Simeon said to her husband, “Because I want him to say what he did, and not be distracted by the panting,” I shrugged, Logan though, had already stopped listening to me, his temper flaring, nostrils twitching as his hands curled into fists at his side and then he was gone.



Rainy? I called out to her over the link, you can come out now, he can’t hurt you, I won’t let. Logan won’t let him. Your mate won’t let him hurt you anymore. You aren’t back there, you’re here with people that love you, you don’t need to hide, I said as two women came closer, one staying near a man – her mate – embracing, the other walking up to Marlon. I asked – she said no – the others too… Marlon didn’t respond verbally, or mentally his response was physical, he sighed, his shoulders loosening right before my eyes. Didn’t hurt my pups, I almost nodded in understanding when it came clear to me. Almost. My mind monitoring thoughts – while I waited to see if Rainy would come out of where she went to in her mind, as I stepped away from the Simeon.



What’s going on, why would the Luna want us all here?

Did Lux explain? Marlon won’t answer over the link.



The Luna is so young, how do we know she is the right one after all? It should be an older individual, with more experience under their belt, someone thought, my brows scrunched together. What? Did they think that they were born as old as they were? Did they forget they were once my age? Her mate wouldn’t help the Hellmanns – took their wolves away… from the bushes Lux along with another man, carried a large cage, black iron.



Nonno came up, walking up to Lux when he placed the cage down, going and dragging Brian, “No – no – I didn’t do anything-” he shouted twisting his body as, flailing around like a fish out of water, but movement halted when a loud thud sounded. Everyone turning around to face the object, a large white screen I realized along with two people I had only seen in pictures when we were back in California. They were men in Logan’s crew, one holding a laptop, the other holding a large black object, wires going from it to the laptop and another to the object Logan was holding. Nonno and Lux pushed Brian in, not all too carefully, his head ramming against the iron.



He can’t hurt me – he can’t hurt me – he can’t hurt me, my eyes snapped over to Rainy who was chanting in her mind, blinking, shivering despite the warm nights air.



Logan handed the object to one of the men and while they set up, he teleported to stand right in front of Mrs. Simeon, taking hold of her chin between his thumb and fingers, ignoring the wince and holding her face in place, as a light beamed from the object he handed off.



“He didn’t do it? That’s what you all think? He wouldn’t hurt a child?” he sneered, his voice cold, the murmuring continued and I watched with awe as Rainy glanced at the screen, before going turning her attention to Brian Simeon, face void but her eyes, black, choleric.



Mr. Simeon began shouting, “Don’t speak unless I tell you,” I snapped at him his jaw clenched shut against his will, he stared at me bug eyed.



And from the light, a picture formed against the white screen, a younger looking Brian, a room – dirty walls, four post bed with a young child – Rainy, “Ohhh god,” Hope wailed, her body sinking in on itself, fat tears flowing, sobbing down to her knees as the man she idolized, loved with all she was, approached the small child, rocking herself. Five minutes later no one was watching that screen, growls were everywhere, thoughts raging, wanting to rip Brian Simeon to pieces. Hearts breaking, respect building for Rainy as she stared him down, she was shaking, vibrating, Chris holding her hand, “Daddy?” Hope cried shaking her head back and forth, shouldering rising and falling quickly, her cries nothing on Rainy’s in that video.



The only one still watching was Jasmine, she sagged almost going down to her knees, but Logan held her up, keeping her face on it until he just let her fall to her emotions on the ground, and the video shut off.



I tuned out thoughts, knowing Gabriel had it covered and focused on this animal in front of me, his face absent of all emotions, tears rolling down his face, shouldn’t have seen me like that – how – wasn’t supposed to – how many others, he thought biliously. On and on – not once – not a single thought of regret of his actions, just getting caught, anger that he had been lied to by Seth – Rainy’s captor. Shane glanced at his father darkly, turning away, scooping his sister in his arms, carrying her crying form away in the direction Andre had gone, “Why? How long? Our kids?” Mrs. Simeon asked brokenly, “Answer her, you can speak now, truthfully!” I commanded him.



With total audacity, “I would never hurt our children Jasmine, never,” he swore actually meaning it, “Why Brian? Wasn’t I enough?”



“No you weren’t – you never were Jasmine,” her eyes widened, face went ashen, going to her bum, using her feet to push away from him, and her eyes flew over to Rainy.



“Chelsea I need to take Fabian to work on this,” he pointed to the ankle with his chin, “inside,” Marlon said dryly, I nodded he and Leland lifting the boy. Jasmine scrabbled to her feet, “I’m going with,” she followed without a look back.



Chelsea what are you going to do with him? Gabriel asked me, I looked out at the faces of the people on this island, well the ones over eighteen. Making my mind up instantly, I turn to face Brian.



“Anything you want to say to him Rainy?”



“You didn’t break me,” she said to him, her voice strong, unwavering, “Make sure his death is painful,” she took one last look at him before turning around, walking away numbly, not here – don’t let him see you cry – inside – get inside, she thought walking with her head up. My heart ached; movement was fluid like I was the owner of this gift for years and not just weeks. Blasting flame at him, his shirt and clothes burning against skin, smoke. Throwing his body around, shouting as he was engulfed in flames I watched, as the fire moved to his legs, before projecting towards him, throwing his burning body still screaming into the salty ocean water, the water burning his open flesh.



“Lux take him from the water and place him where he was, and until he dies I want someone throwing salt water on his wounds,” I turned to face the shocked faces, the people that would either be loyal to me or against me.



I stood with my back straight, “If anyone here puts him out of his misery out of pity, your life will be taken. I didn’t want to meet all of you this way, but I wanted you all to see just who I was, and how I protect those I care for. I don’t know any of you and I’m not sure as to why the Elders wanted you all dead, but from now on, that ship has sailed, tomorrow you will all go to the hotel area, and you will meet with Remington. One by one, you’re each going to tell her the true reason you were targeted by the Elders. Many of you probably think I’m not worthy of your trust, or your loyalty but for those that think that you can go fuck yourselves. You have to earn my trust. You all need me. Not the other way around. Your family on the outside – they need me, everyone I care for is on this island and I don’t mind saying that because if anyone so much as touches one hair on them, I will end your life.” I paused making sure this was all being digested.



“There is a war coming and if I’m going to be fighting for us, for our loved ones to be free and safe you’re either loyal to me or you’re against me. And those against me are going to die just earlier here on this island. I’m not telling you to be loyal, I want that choice to be yours but you need to remember what your priorities are.”



“You see that monster? He isn’t the enemy because he’s human and we are shifters, vampires aren’t our enemies because they aren’t shifters. My enemies are the people that want to treat us as though we are lesser than we are. That wants to take away our rights and use us as they see fit. The people that hurt mercilessly, that think we are to be used as guinea pigs in experiments, or used to build armies to save humans. Those are my enemies, those are the people I’m fighting, and while you all are fighting me, questioning me? You’re not even on my radar and because you aren’t I will be killing first, asking questions later.”



“I will say one last thing, and that is I’m willing to fight for each and everyone of you, making sure that none of you suffer, that your family is safe, I’m not fighting for power or making decisions lightly so remember that when you decide whether you’re with me or against me,” I finished taking Gabriel’s hand in mine and heading to the house.

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