Broken (The Onyx Wolves Book 2) (10 page)

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W
hat were you doing out here alone, Parker?” Brock questions instead of touching me like I had expected.

I open my eyes and look at him. “Does it really matter what I was doing?”

He shakes his head roughly. “You were running, but what were you running from?”

I keep my mouth closed.

There was no way I was going to tell him anything.

Just because I was giving up didn’t mean that I wanted to spill my entire life story, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him about Blue.

Getting into my face Brock grabs hold of me so I had no choice but to look into his dark eyes. “Tell me what you’re running from.”

“Go to hell.” I spit out at him.

Suddenly a distinct click sounds out from behind me as we are joined by another presence.

“Let her go.” Blue demands.

Brock glances between me and Blue for a moment before laughing. “You were running from a Hunter?”

I nod. “He wants to kill me.”

I was trying to play this off as if Blue was hunting me.

It works for a moment until London joins us with a low snarl. “Get away from her, Brock.”

Brock chuckles amused as he looks at me. “I can see why you were running away now, and why you’re so willing to give up.”

“Just take me and leave them alone.” I clip out.

Brock shakes his head again before he turns his attention towards London. “You should have killed me when you had the chance, London.”

“I’ll kill you now.” London threatens.

“It seems your little Hunter friend has you beat on that point, London.” Brock motions towards Blue and his gun that was still trained on Brock.

In a swift move Brock places my body in front of his. “Go ahead and shoot now, Hunter. She will be the one to die not me.”

With a growl of frustration Blue lowers his weapon.

“Ahh, so the Hunter likes you.” Brock whispers into my ear. “That little fact might just prove to be useful.”

“Leave him out of this.” I reply.

“And you like him too?” Brock then questions curiously.

“No, why would I like him, he’s a Hunter.” I clip out harshly. “He’s just a good distraction.”

Blue’s eyes flash for a brief moment with hurt at my words.

It was the reaction that I had wanted, the reaction that could possibly get him out of this situation alive.

“What do you want, Brock?” London barks out.

“I’ve already gotten what I came for, London, and she’s already agreed to be mine. All I need now is for you to lets us leave freely.” Brock responds.

“I’m not going to let you take her. She belongs to me.” London argues.

Brock buries his nose into my neck for a moment to take a deep breath of my scent.

Looking back to London he shakes his head. “She doesn’t smell like you, so no, she doesn’t belong to you.”

I silently curse my earlier shower.

London’s scent had been washed away completely.

Hurt flashes in London’s eyes as he realizes what I had done.

“Just let her decide for herself what she wants, wolf.” Blue then barks out.

Brock laughs amused for a moment before letting me go with a hard shove.

Within the blink of an eye he rushes towards Blue catching him off guard. His gun falls from his hand and Brock grabs it before it can hit the ground.

In the next moment Brock presses the gun to Blue’s head.

I scream out.

This couldn’t be happening.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Please, stop, Brock. I’ll do whatever you want just let him go.” I plead as I crawl closer to them.

“Let him go.” London snarls tensely.

Brock snorts and then pulls the trigger.

The shot rings out and I watch in horror again as Blue’s body hits the ground, dead.

M
y scream cuts through the dark room as I sit up in my bed.

“Whoa, Sweetheart, you’re alright.” London grabs me quickly.

A light flips on suddenly and Blue’s face comes into view.

“How long was I out this time?” I whimper.

“We just went to sleep a little while ago. You had a few drinks and then fell asleep so I put you into bed. I barely even got to sleep before you woke up.” London explains.

“So, we didn’t get drunk and sleep together?” I ask quietly.

London’s brow raises in question but he shakes his head. “No, we didn’t, Sweetheart.”

I nod and then begin to sob into my hands. “I can’t do this anymore, London. I don’t know what’s real anymore or what has actually happened. I can’t keep living like this. It hurts. It hurts too much to watch him die over and over again.”

“Shhhh, I know, Sweetheart.” London replies gently as he holds me tightly.

“What’s happening to her?” Blue asks gently as he sits on the edge of my bed.

“She’s stuck in this cycle of death. Since her mate died their bond was broken and in turn it’s breaking her. If she doesn’t find a way to break the cycle it will end her, she will go mad until she kills herself.” London explains.

“How can she break it?” Blue then questions.

London doesn’t answer him for a few minutes as he runs his hand over my hair.

When he does speak it’s the simple truth. “You, we think you’re the one who can break this cycle for her.”

And there it was the truth was out there now.

Everything was up to Blue now.

If he decided not to help then that would be the end. I would find someone to end my suffering so that I could be with Gage again.

“How can I help, I’m human and a Hunter?” Blue then states.

“We’re not sure yet but we have people looking into how we can help her. The only reason we’re here is because of a dream she had. She keeps seeing you in these dreams.” London replies.

Blue sighs roughly as he stands back to his feet.

“You don’t have to help me.” I whimper.

I needed to give him an out so that he didn’t feel pressured into anything.

“Can I think about it?” Blue questions gently. “Do I have time to make a decision?”

London nods over my shoulder. “You can take your time. We will respect any decision you make.”

With a hard nod Blue grabs his jacket and leaves our room.

I whimper and London leans back to kiss my forehead. “Everything will be fine. He does care for you whether he knows it yet or not.”

“Tell me everything that has happened since we’ve gotten here.” I insist. “I need to sort out what has been real and what hasn’t.”

London nods as he begins rocking me in his arms softly.

“We’ve only been here for a day. This was our first night sleeping here. Earlier we had a few drinks with some Hunter friends of Blue’s.” London begins.

“Matt and Lake, right?” I interrupt.

London nods. “Yes, Matt and Lake, we played a few games and had a great time.”

I sigh. “Did we play truth or dare?”

London chuckles lightly. “Yes, we did.”

“And did you challenge Blue to kiss me?” I ask next.

He snorts in response. “I did.”

“And…?” I press for more information.

“And he kissed you. It was hot if you ask me.” London grunts.

“Did I fight with Blue at all?” I inquire next.

London shakes his head. “No, not that I know of, you two have been a bit distant but the two of you seem to be getting along fine.”

“He keeps looking at you, watching you. It’s like he’s warring with his inner Hunter on whether or not he should like you.” London adds.

“Do I even have a chance now that he knows what’s going on?” I whisper softly.

London nods confidently as he places his hands on either side of my head. “You have a huge chance to end this cycle, Sweetheart.”

I nod and then lay my head against his chest. “I hope you’re right because I don’t think I could handle watching Brock kill him again.”

“What do you mean? Is that what you saw in your dream?” London asks.

I nod my head. “Yes, but you killed him so I don’t have to worry about that happening, right?”

London remains silent and I move to look up at him. “You did kill him, didn’t you?”

He remains quiet.

“Please, tell me you killed Brock.” I plead softly.

“I didn’t kill him. I ran after you instead.” London confesses my worst fear.

Jumping up I quickly search for my boots. “I have to find Blue. I can’t let anything happen to him.”

London quickly grabs his boots and slips them on as I put mine on.

We both rush out the door to our room and skid to a stop. There in front of us was Brock holding Blue’s gun to his head.

My dream was quickly becoming a reality.

I step forward. “Please, don’t hurt him, Brock.”

“He’s a Hunter, Parker.” Brock snarls. “All Hunters should die for hunting down and killing our people.”

“He’s a friend.” I try a different angle.

Brock snorts. “He may be a friend to you but he’s no friend of mine.”

“What do you want, why are you here, Brock?” London chimes in.

Brock turns to point at me. “I came for what should have been mine. I came for her.”

“Then leave the Hunter out of this and let’s settle this on pack terms.” London replies as he takes a step forward.

Brock shakes his head. “I’m done with pack rules. This time I’m getting what I want.”

Taking another step forward I raise my hands. “You can have me just let him go.”

London tries to stop me but I give him a look.

“Why should I let him go?” Brock snarls.

“Because he means nothing, you’re getting what you want so he doesn’t need to be involved in any of this.” I argue.

“He means nothing.” Brock repeats but doesn’t move the gun pointed towards Blue’s head.