The Claim ✔️ *Editing*

28. Don't Get Too Comfortable

I was shaken awake abruptly. I snapped my eyes open and stared at my brother in confusion. His face held a look of panic and alarm. I sat up and grabbed his arm in concern. Before I could gather the words a bloodcurdling scream was heard not too far away. This wasn't an ordinary scream, this was a scream of terror. "Come on we have to go." Owen said hurriedly.

I grabbed my shoes and shoved them on shakily. "What's going on Owen?" I asked.

"Were being attacked by the Silver Crest pack." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Attacked?!"

This made no sense, our packs caused no trouble with Silver Crest. We were on neutral grounds with every pack.

"Where is everyone?"

"Mom is directing all the females and pups to the underground cellar. Dad and Titus are fighting." He explained.

My stomach dropped, this was bad.

"I snuck out of mom's sight to find you. She's going to be pissed." He said as we reached the front door. "Thank you."

I need to know if Titus was okay so I decided to mind link him. Titus?

No answer.

Panic began to settle in. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to get worked up. If Titus was in trouble I would have felt his pain, I reassured myself.

Owen stopped at the door and ran towards the windows. He peaked out through the blinds at the scene. "Fúck." He muttered under his breath.

He slowly opened the front door, revealing the tragedies that lied behind it.

Rain poured down on lifeless bodies some of our own and some of Silver Crest. Warriors fighting to the death to defend their pack from the intruders. The reasoning for this chaos...unknown.

I wanted to vomit...

Owen pulled me out of my shocked state as he lead me out of the house. We made our way to the side of the house, where we caught our breath and took in the surroundings. Wolves were fighting in their wolf form, tearing flesh, studying their prey. It was a bloodbath, one that would not be easily forgotten.

We both sighed in relief when the pack house came into view. That feeling was quickly pushed to the side once we saw the amount of lifeless bodies laid across the field.

"Don't look." Owen warned, but it was all ready too late. I doubled over, using my hands to hold me up as I vomited. The smell of death got stronger, invading my nostrils. A reminder of the attacks that took place. Owen crouched down next to me, rubbing soothing circles into my back.

Then it hit me, Titus's scent. It was faint, but definitely there. I shifted into my wolf in an instant then took off into the woods. Owen called after me in a panicked voice. It's not safe to shift while pregnant, but my mind was somewhere else at that very moment. I made a rash decision without thinking, one I might regret in the future.

I pumped my paws against the forest floor. I had to find him before his scent disappeared. I let my wolf take control while I sat in the back, anxiously waiting. I had a better chance of finding him with her in control.