Leaders Of The Pack

(Yes, this is Faolan on the cover) Olathe has just come through the gory and spectacular death of her Psycho ex vampire boyfriend Taylor. And yet, she's confronted with more problems! Crazy people come over and torture her mate and her, then tell her she's some sort of rarity and that she has five - yes, five - mates, and one of them is a werewolf's natural born enemy- What the hell? Could her life get any more interesting?!


11. Dwindling Numbers

The muffled pain was the first thing I felt.

My head throbbed with it. It was a dull sensation; it didn't feel as if it were my own. The skin of my neck burned with cold, as if it were pressed against pure ice. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be turned into a werewolf, instead of born one. My eyelids felt heavy, as if they were nailed down. Darkness enveloped me like a blanket, though it wasn't as comforting. It was suffocating; it felt like I was trapped under a layer of plastic, filled with sweltering hot air, and I couldn't escape to breathe. The only cold place was my neck, and that was too cold. I felt like my lungs couldn't get enough air, like the oxygen was very thin. My limbs were heavy and unmovable. They felt as if they were filled with cement.

Slowly, I began to create a few logical thoughts in my jumbled, clouded mind.

Where am I?

What happened?

What is this pain?

My mind cleared just a little bit more. The insistent beat of a headache now beat softly against my skull, allowing me to feel pain that was very much my own.

It was the pain of exhaustion; the pain you get the day after an intense work out that you didn't stretch for. Every muscle felt sore, used, and depleted of energy. I groaned; the sounds I made were scratchy, and my throat felt dry and torn. Through slightly opened eyes, I looked around, taking in my surroundings.

I was in a small bedroom, with dark purple or plum as the main theme. The carpet was cream and the bed was black, but I couldn't see anything else through my tiny line of sight.


I barely recognised the sound of shuffling feet as I came to.

"Please, please wake up, angel."

I struggled to open my eyes properly, only to shut them tightly again. Just my luck.

"What do you want, Zander?" My throat ached as I spoke. Damn him, sitting in front of me with that worried expression. Damn him in general.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I wanted- no needed- to see you awake, angel. What's going through your mind? Can you think?"

I scowled. "Oh yes, I can think. I'm wondering A, why you're calling me angel, and B, why the hell you're even near me."

"If it was up to me, he'd be dead." Came a dark growl from the doorway. I turned my head to see Andrej, glaring daggers at Zander. "But I thought you'd experienced enough death."

For a moment, my mind was reeling. "Experienced?"


Then everything came rushing back, and tears sprung to my eyes. "No, no, no..." I scanned through my mind, searching for the link that was Anubis, but...

I screamed, holding my hands to my head. My screams eventually turned into wails, and then into heaving sobs. "But- but I h-healed him, it's not fair, it's n-not fair!" I turned my face away from Zander.

The door slammed, and Faolan entered the room, startled and in a panic. Once he saw the state I was in, he let out a low, dangerous growl, aimed directly at Zander. "You fucker! What did you do?" He stormed over and pushed him out of the way with one arm, using his free hand to turn my head towards his miscoloured eyes. "What did he do? Just say the word and he's dead, baby, I swear."

I shook my head, still sobbing. "No, no, not him... Anubis, Anubis is dead, Anubis is-" My sobs were cut off by Faolan, who cradled me against his chest. My living, breathing Fay. The one who understood me the most. "I can't do this anymore! I want to go home, I want to..."

He kissed my head, rubbing circles into my back. "I know, baby, I know. Shh. Come on, stop crying, it's alright, I'm here with you now." I could sense both Andrej's displeasure and Zander's discomfort. I sought out Andrej's mind link.

'Andrej, please take Zander away. I don't want him here, please.'

From the doorway, Andrej met my eyes, before grabbing Zander's arm and tugging him out the door.


That was when I well and truly crumbled.

I fell limp in Faolan's arms, tears creating shining tracks down my cheeks as my body trembled in sorrow. Faolan carefully held me with one arm, lifting the bed sheets and slipping underneath them so he could hug me properly. "I'm so sorry, baby girl. I know, I know, it hurts. Just let it all out."

It was probably around twenty minutes later when I could speak properly. I swallowed hard. "When did he die? Did I do anything at all?"

There was a pause before Faolan spoke. "When you were healing him, the pain you felt?" I winced, and nodded. "Feeling Anubis' pain made you weaker. But that's the thing- It wasn't simply the pain of being injured you felt, Olathe." I met his eyes again. "Remember when we went out hunting, and you got hurt? I didn't feel the pain from your wound, baby." He stared at me for a moment, letting it sink in. "A werewolf will only feel their mate's pain when the injury is fatal. It's because the mate bond was being broken that you could feel in. Abraxia said that it opens a gaping hole for a split second that allows us to be open to feeling the pain of others, that we're at our weakest when this happens." Faolan swallowed over a lump in his throat. "So basically, you got the pain from the attack - which would have hurt like a bitch - but the mate bond snapping made it worse. It worked for a little bit when you healed him, but because the mate bond was broken..." Faolan winced. "It ended up reversing. A wolf can only heal it's mate, and at that moment, your wolf had rejected Anubis as your mate."

I sat there silently for a long time, taking it all in. Faolan held me in his arms for a bit longer, but eventually, he ended up slipping away and leaving the room.


Andrej completely ignored what was going on through the mate bond, however, and walked inside the room as soon as Faolan had left. Without a word, he slipped under the blankets and pulled me to his chest. He intertwined his legs with mine, and one arm wrapped around my waist while the other was under my head. The mate bond made me want to purr at the contact, but my human side was urging me to push him away. After all, I had only met him today. I couldn't do it, though.

Instead I spoke. "What are you doing?"

Andrej let out a low chortle, which did weird things to my lower belly. "This is my bedroom. I got in my bed. And I'm currently hugging my mate, who is in my bed."

His response made me breathless. "Oh, okay." My voice was airy. I must've sounded like a complete idiot.

Andrej buried my nose in my hair, and growled. "I don't like it when another male's scent is on you, but thankfully you're in my room, so it didn't stay on for long. I'm incredibly possessive, you see, even more than the normal werewolf. Then again, so is Faolan." He shifted, and his movement caused his legs to rub against mine. It was only then I noticed that my legs were bare. "He must've been pretty pissed. He couldn't stand being in the room for long, having to smell your scent mixing with mine." He nuzzled into the crevice between my throat and my shoulder, and I shivered. I felt it as he smiled against my neck. "It smells heavenly, by the way."

My mouth was very dry now. I licked my lips, unable to stop myself when I breathed in his scent in return. It smelt like pine, with a musky undertone that I couldn't seem to ignore. My heart picked up speed. Oh my god.

He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to me, because another low chortle left his lips. "I can both smell and feel exactly what you're feeling, Olathe. And unless you want me to pin you down right now, I suggest you stop teasing me with those dirty thoughts, and spare the other two some of your conscience."

I flushed bright red, and coughed in embarrassment, turning away from him. Damn him. Damn the sexy wolf to high hell.

When I finally worked up the courage to turn around again, Andrej was smiling warmly. "There; now you're not so gloomy anymore."


My eyes widened. Quickly, lust and embarrassment turned to anger, and I used all my strength to push him off the bed. Unfortunately for me, he grabbed me and pulled me down with him, so I landed spread-eagled over his body. His lips pulled into a slow smile. "I like this position." Flustered, I jumped up and glared down at him. Almost immediately, his eyes went straight to my bare legs, and travelled upward incredibly slowly until they met my eyes again. The low rumble that left him had me knees growing weak again. I swallowed hard, and looked down at myself, for the first time taking into account what I was wearing.

I was practically swimming in a large T-shirt that obviously belonged to Andrej- simply because it smelled to much of him. The plan grey top reached mid-thigh, revealing a lot of my legs, and one of the sleeves had slid lower, revealing my shoulder, part of my back, and part of my chest. Flushing, I pulled it up again. "Why aren't I in my own clothes?"

Andrej cleared his throat, and stood up before he answered. "They ripped when you shifted." He didn't need to say anything more for me to know what he was talking about. All I did was wince.


There was silence for a few seconds before he opened his bedroom door, and gestured for me to walk out. Once we had both left the room, he led me down a hallway with plum coloured walls - that seemed to be the overall theme for this house so far - and into the living room, where four people were waiting.

My heart clenched at the number.


Arakiel looked me up and down and let out a low whistle. "You should dress like that more often."

Abraxia smacked him upside the head as three low snarls echoed around the room. "One of these days, I'm just gonna let these three rip your balls off."

The mood in the room dampened to gloomy. Everyone seemed to meet my eyes and look away.

Abraxia walked towards me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. Her eyes were filled with genuine affection when she spoke. "I'm... I'm so sorry, darling."

I looked away. "You have nothing to be sorry for. What's done is done. There's only one person who I blame."

My eyes flashed and burned brighter than blue fire. "And I plan to make her pay."






But... At least one less guy to choose from, right?


Can I have one order of Andrej please

Anyone else like this side of him? ;3


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