The strong fume of sterilized needles and hard, cold grown coffee was the first to hit my nostrils, telling me automatically I had ended up in a hospital.

My body felt stiff as a wire and too exposed without the sense of familiarity of my own clothes; like an insect clogged inside a petri dish seconds away from dissection. Coldness flushes over me, leaving me just as feverish and delirious as expected. My throat's sandy texture, forcing to be silent. After realization, I recognize the second most strongest scent of no doubt my Mates. Wait! Hold up. Rewind. My Mates?!

I pry apart my sandpaper like eyes, to the shine of white light. Slowly and gradually, my eyes adjust to discover the white light as the ceiling of the white room I was in. The light was just sunlight was just starting pour in front the window.

Damon was no were to be seen, just like anticipated. I snort. He'd most likely be to busy fucking with some newly hired nurse that's on her lunch break, in the closet behind the clean agents to give a shit.

I glance around to check my surrounding out to see nothing surprising. Several different heart monitors were attached to my heart from under my crisp paper like robe and IV drips decorating my arms. Needles just adore me..!

There was even a blood bag hiding on the stand behind another new IV bag.

God, what happened and how on earth did I land up in a hospital.? I slam my head backwards on my pillow.

Does a red pickup truck crashing into us and causing our car to tip over ring a bell? June suggested, and my eyes perks up. Nevermind, you probably wouldn't have.

Awe thanks for the reminder...bitch, I scoff but end up wincing. My intestines felt like gush and I suddenly -but not surprisingly, felt like I wanted to vomit.

"Ouchhhh," I hold my head painfully. My head throbbed, and ached with each pulse. You could get the scene by now.

Tears were blurring my visions from the pain when the door flipped open and a scrawny petite nurse came strolling in. I snuffle my tears as she walks closer and sets the tray with a jug of water and new IV bag, down on the table by my side.

She was a brunette in a tight white dress with a plunging neckline and too-high-to-be-allowed skirt. Her uniforms first 4 buttons were unbuttoned, making her neon bra sharply visible, suggesting the type of care I could most likely get from here.

"Umm, excuse me nurse," I ask. "Can I have some painkillers for my head please?"

She looks up and flashes her copper plated eyes with sharp winged eyeliner in my direction. "Forgive me Luna. I can't prescribe any pain meds without a doctor's prescription." She spat.

"Oh, Could you probably then-," I replied but before I could ask for a glass of water, she had already trudged out shutting out my loud calls. "I WAS TALKING TO YOU!"

Why does our Mate have to have such bitches for a Pack? I ask June, as a single tear falls down my cheek.

I don't know! I'm gonna give Dylan a fucking piece of my mind next time I see him, I swear, she growls.

Who's Dylan? I sniffle

Damon's wolf, she sighs. Trust me when I say he's not as half as mental as Damon.

I can't promise that, I confess. I've barely talked to him and I know nothing about him besides the fact he's an ass.

I don't blame you girl, she also confess in a delicate tone. He's treated us both badly in ways, that I wish you could me control so I could show that prick whose boss but you're just to nice for that.

Thanks June. I smile sadly with tears nearly draining my eyes.

I was right, I choke in between tears. I was right; I would be forgotten in a hospital bed without my Mate and that day had come.

Instead of hearing June's supportive and comforting words, I got the opposite. Zip it happy meal and play dead but with your ears open until I say so. Dylan's coming closer.

I didn't need to be told twice. It was like those day when I was younger and pretending to asleep when actually I was awake and doing late night reading. Whenever Xavier's footsteps would've around the corner, I'd slip the book and flashlight under my pillow whenever he'd creak the door open.

Unlike those times where the hinges of my door would quietly creak open in spite of me not hearing, here the door was literally thrown open with a loud bang sound from hitting the wall, probably intending to wake nearly half of the floor. I myself nearly flinched but June's restrain was just as solid as steel.

The second the door sprung open, the most unbearable scent came along and immediately started to crawl under my skin. Besides his scent, Kaden's was the second I could recognized, leaving the third unidentifiable.

"What do you mean by unconscious?!" I hear him growl. I could imagine his perfectly sculptured face creased with anger. His brows furrowed, his angelic lips twitching from the edges, his dark hair tousled. Ughhh, I couldn't get his damn picture out of my mind!

"I mean what I mean Damon. She's unconscious!" Said the anonymous person. His voice was deep and slick; like I heard it recently. His name was on the tip of my tongue.

"See?! She's really unconscious," the person sighed tiredly. I could almost imagine their faces twisted in my direction, trying to study my facial expressions. Lucky for me, I had taken drama classes!

"Tutto bene! I heard you," he snapped, saying the first part in a different language.

Italian stupid, June rolled her eyes. Ours Mate's Italian and he runs an Italian Pack. I wouldn't be surprised if he were complimenting us.

"Why did I black out when her heart wasn't responding?" I could almost vividly see his fist clenched by his side and his anger boiling out. For a second, I nearly forgot my charade of sleeping. Him blacking out because of me?

The person sighs again. "I ran some test on you and her, and the results were identical. That's prove her brother's theory about the souls being knitted together. Your souls are indeed woven together and it's impossible to break the connection. Pain inflicted upon her will have just as much of an affect on you, as much of pain inflicted upon you will have on her." He paused. "It's just like bond with her brother's but maybe stronger in a sense."

"Son of a b-" he pauses, and yells frustratingly. I could imagine him running his hand through his delicate waves of softness.

Stop thinking of his hair! I scream.

So-rrry. Not my fault he has extremely good looking hair, June defends.

"Anyway to break it?" Kaden asks optimistically unlike Damon, who wasn't uttering a word.

"Nope. Sadly there's no way. Wolf bonds are impossible to break and aside that, she's your Mate. The bond will be stronger than the bond with her brothers."

"Come on Antonio! There has to be a way," he grumbles. "I can't live my life with her knowing what's going on!"

My blood runs cold. It was Dr. Antonio Rossi's voice. I could visualize him in his steel vest over his clinging white dress shirt and matching trousers. Inappropriate hospital wear but appropriate Man hoe wear.

"There isn't Damon, but it wouldn't hurt to say a word of gratitude! I managed to stop her from going into a Coma!" Antonio shot back.

The thought of Dr.Rossi's hand glazing over my skin durning my period of unconscious was enough to make me nearly gag.

"Why thank you Dr.Rossi," he sneers, his voice dripping with acid. "Should I give present you an award saying, Asshole number 1 for such a spectacular job or should I give you a high five in the face with my car?" His voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Oh shut up Damon. You alway were a stronze from the beginning." He retorted.

"Thanks for the acknowledgement," he snorts.

"Kaden, any lead on who did this attack?"

"Not so far. The pickup truck's license plate was stolen over a decade ago and the person driving died on sight. We checked his records but it came up clean. John Anderson, age 30. Went missing over 15 years ago at the age of 15. His body was taken for autopsy and it showed traces of alcohol poisoning." Kaden informed.

"The alcohol poisoning seems like a cover-up to me," Antonio states thoughtfully.

"Congratulations, we were on the same page for once," Kaden announced un-amusingly, with an additional dirty glance which I could also imagine.

"Whoever they are don't know who there dealing with clearly," I hear Damon say from my far right side, silencing them both.

I could feel his calculating frown grow and burn through my eyelids. "Or else they wouldn't have down this so discreetly. Regardless, we have to show them the consequences of messing with my Pack. Kaden go round up the Warriors and see if you could find anything else from the scene. Antonio, you go and examine the autopsy files and see if you can detect anything the others couldn't," he orders.

Shit shit shit shit,

I hear them walk out, hitting the door shut behind them.

Oh my lord, have mercy on me for one day, I pray, with my palms growing sweaty as I clutched on to the bedsheets.

At first, there it was pin drop silent. The low beats of my heart monitor was only sound slicing the silence in the room between us; beside the hammering of my heart under my chest which I could only hear. I tried perking my ears to catch any movement but I couldn't detect any. It wasn't long before the ringtone of his phone went off by my left ear indicating he was standing over me.

Shocked just as much as I was sweaty of him catching my charades, I listen to the conversation play out literally by my ear.

"What!" He hollered, making me roll my eyes mentally.

At least his sour mood hasn't changed a bit.

I hear the voice on the other end dip with heaviness as each she pick each word selectively.

"Alpha Damon. Where are you, I've been waiting for so long!" The voice whined in a such a high squeal, it could've made my ears bleed.

"This isn't the best time Stephanie," he grumbles back.

"When is it ever mio amore? I've been craving your touch for soooooo long, I'm practically dying without it," she moaned, extending the soooo part to prove her horniness even more.

No wonder she sounds like a dying pig, June snorts. I roll my eyes.

I hear him groan tiredly before hearing the click to his phone lock. June was howling with pain as I laying coldly, hearing his curses. The itch on the tip of my fingers starts to develop. I had heard enough.

All in wanted to do was ball up my fist and direct it at this perfectly crusted jaw. My anger was boiling to the extreme where I wondered if the monitor could detect any abrupt changes. I knew it wasn't my anger; it was June's, but who could go against her?

While June continued her desperate attempt of trying to fuel my unnecessary anger, the oddest occurrence occurs. Believe me or not, I sense something flickers. Sort of like an emotional switch which I could only sense. I thought it was my eyelid for a second but after reconsidering, I figured my eyelids were sealed shut.

I block June, and widen my senses beyond their limits. It was anything but hard after years of practice but this time it was sort of difficult with Damon here as a distraction obviously.

My heart quickens with every thump, as loud as cackling lightening. The sensation of pure agony tore from the corner of my lips; as if they were being bitten hard upon by, with fingers twitching, like they had a mind of their own which was causing them dance.

Trying to puzzle the pieces together, I decided to draw the only logically possible conclusion available. If I wasn't doing any of it, there was one specific person who could and have the power to transmit it to me.

His fingers weren't only twitching but also cold. I could visualize the cold sweat being drawn from his arms. Why, I don't know but did I care? Yes.

Finally, after staring ages at me, I sense him muster some courage and bring his palm close. The coldness and his scent basically reeking off him, my mind gives off alerts of his hand's presence hovering above mine.

Biting his lips -as well as mine, the presence of his hand slowly lowers itself, centimeter by centimeter. Growing extremely agitated by the distance, I felt like throwing myself at him, with his hand and his lips and sealing it with mine.

Just when I felt the surprisingly warmth presence of his hand so perfectly close to mine, the door slaps open again.

His palm shoots away from me, before I could apprehended what just happened. The ghost of his hand lingers over mine, even though they've never physically met since the first night.

Still feeling lost and utterly confused, I hear someone growl. Juneeeee..?

What! She snaps as if I gotten her at her tipping point.

That was your reign over me, wasn't it? You were making me act like that..!

Like what? She asks simply.

Like I'm desperate or dying for him, even Im clearly not!

Oh so what! Suck it up. I'm only helping resolve your Mate issues, she exclaims before blocking me.

"Nora!" I could recognize that voice anywhere, even in my dreams.

"Nora? What did you do to her!" She gasped. I hear multiple footstep arrive behind hers.

"Lia, get a grip over yourself!" Another voice scolds her. Jordan?

"No!" Lia screams. "Jordan, can't see what he's done to her? He did this to her, and him alone!He's a monster!"

"Get a grip over yourself for God's Sake!" Jordan commands again. I could imagine Lia trying to rip across the room with Jordan jogging ahead of her to stop her in her tracks.

"Jordan! He did this to her!" She cries, "She tried telling me about him but I k-kept---"

That was were she left off before her cries went to full blast. Picturing Lia in tear stained mascara with her false flashes nearly falling and squeezing Jordan was just as assuring as it was terrifying.

Assuring in the way that Lia or anyone I've ever loved, wouldn't ever be left alone or mistreated or even neglected in my absence. Terrifying in the way to think what would happen if something really did happen. The Number One Ranked Pack of North America against the second ranked. God forbid that day from ever appearing. That would be the day, everything would be destroyed. Metaphorically and literally.

"Sssshhh. She tried telling us all," Jordan comforted. "It's not your fault."

"Like hell it isn't yours. Here's only one held responsible for all this," another muscular voice rang from the corner.

Xavier..? And he didn't sound happy.

"Its all his fault and his alone," he tore at someone, who I most likely couldn't see.

"How is it mine?" Damon injects. I hear his knuckles crack, but feel the pain of them on my knuckles instead. "Care to explain?"

"How is it yours?!" Xavier laughs madly. "The attack was on your grounds, within your borders, and in the presence of your guards and under your nose and you say it's not your fault?"

"Xavier, please cal-"

"No Christina. The more we're quiet the more Nora has to deal with this monster," he authorizes with his Alpha Tone. "And I won't allow anymore of that."

I hear her curse as another voice -Mia's, offers to help her out.

"No Mia, I cant. Things could get out of hand," she whispers furiously.

"We should've listened to Nora and ended this nonsense before it ever even got out of hand," he grumbles.

"May I ask how so..?" Damon asked drily. There was a blistering stiff silence settling in, which had started to give me chills. Neither did Xavier or Christina comment on his question. My act was starting to become more and more difficult to maintain.

"By doing what we should've done in the first place," Ryan states. His arrival was just as unexpected for me as the others who followed him.

"What..?" Damon threatens.

Oh no no no no no no no no no...

"War." Zayn replies briefly. "We declare a War against the BloodRed Pack as of right now."

God stop them all please! My breathing suddenly comes out ragged, as if I was in need of an oxygen mask.

"You messed with our sister and this is what you got yourself and your Pack into; so brace yourself Alpha Damon," Zayn added sarcastically. "This has just beginning."

Damon doesn't react straight way but again, even if he did, I'd probably wouldn't have sensed it. I was too busy with praying for Christina, Angel or Mia to say a word of protest but unfortunately, God doesn't always grant wishes twice in a row.

As I sadly cried for my brother to rethink and to reconsider, I feel another sting of pain. Not physically but emotionally given from no one other than my Mate.

"I never asked for her to be my Mate just so you know and the Moon Goddess above knows, I never wanted her from when I first laid eyes on her and I never will, for she's a pain in my ass and a waste of space. That's all!" .....

Hey my owl! Guess who back into the writing...? I know it's been a while, like a lonnnggg while but its summer now! My classes are done but sadly not over yet. 3 more days left but there not important anymore, so I'm back!

I know my read and votes are slowly decreasing but I hope I get them back up by the end of the summer. I hope to finish this book by the end of summer just so u know but that won't make this book any shorter or delayed than it already is.

Thank you to however many of you guys that are still reading and trying to keep up with my irregular schedule. I know how frustrating it can get.

I promise to change that as soon as possible! So please wait for my next update some time next week..! Happy Summer..!

The Author; xbookgirlx15