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My body was numbed as I watched through unbelieving eyes. The former she-wolf did not rise and the pain in my heart was enough to make the horrible reality clear--my mother was dead.

Everything was oddly quiet as I watched my father fight on, but he too was outnumbered. I tried to step forward, but something held me back. Some unseen force.

It's their time young one. A voice said and I frowned. No.

I stumbled toward my father but fell to my knees as more pain surged through me and he dropped with a gurgling whine. The rogues let out triumphant yips and I let myself shift into the beast inside me.

My jaws wrapped around flesh and throats and tendons tore and blood filled my mouth.

How dare you kill my parents?! I snarled inside and ripped out organs and relished in their howls of pain.

Finally I stepped back from the dead mutts and turned to my parents. My tail sank between my legs and a flurry of whimpers escaped me. I crept close the ears flat against my head.

My father sucked in a tattered breath as he held my mother's body. Blood oozed from the many wounds lacing his body but more so from the gash in his throat. It had hit an artery that was clear.

I watched and saw him beginning to heal and before I could feel relieved he spoke.

"You'll make a brilliant Alpha son. I'm proud of you, but life without your mother isn't life at all... the Blood Wolf must not return. I can't go on without her... Please, kill me. Rip out my throat, my heart... Please." My father growled and I saw the broken man he once was when I was young again, except this time it was worse.

"Dad I--" I tried.

He looked up and his blood red eyes made me stop. His once golden irises were now the color of the crimson staining the ground.

"Please." He begged and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

It's their time young one. The voice repeated.

"Have fun with Mom." I said fighting back whimpers and my jaws inched towards his neck.

"I love you son-we both do." My father whispered as my teeth locked around his throat.

For a moment I froze. I couldn't do it... This was my father. My idle. Who am I to strike such a noble wolf from this Earth?

His pained whimper brought me back. He was hurting. What would I do if it were switched? If that were Amelia laying on that ground the life drained from her body leaving nothing but a hollow corpse? Hell, I'd want the same.

My eyes squinted in mourning as I clenched my jaws around his jugular and ripped it away from his body. My father gave a gurgled noise and a jolt and then was still. His dying eyes shifted to me then my mother's body and the light in his golden-red eyes left forevermore.

I lowered my haunches to the ground and bowed my head down at my parents before tilting my head up and letting out a mournful howl.

I cried to the heavens for the loss of my parents.

"Oh Goddess..." Uncle Dalton came to stand beside me his teary eyes laid on the fallen couple and he looked away with a choking sob. The former Beta came to his mate's side and took his hand in Dalton's and shook his head softly.

"Brother..." Aunt Lexi whimpered bowing her head. Uncle Mike hugged her to him.

"They're in a better place now." Drew growled softly.

"Fall back!" A howl rose up and I glanced up to see the rogues beginning to flee. But not because they'd won... no one had really won.

As I watched a white wolf, bloody and limping slightly, ran with the others and a growl rumbled in my throat.

"Kaden?" Uncle Dalton said questioningly as I stood up, stiff-legged.

Him.

With a snarl I bounded after the young male and quickly caught up with him. He gave a yelp of surprise when I barreled into him and gripped him by his scruff before flinging him aside. The other rogues pelted on leaving him behind with me.

"You son of a bitch!" I growled baring my fangs and stalking towards him.

The young wolf stood and backed away slowly. His dark eyes met mine before he looked away and growled.

"Leave me be." He growled and I couldn't help howling in rage.

"Where is Amelia, Brenton?" I growled standing tall over him and snapping my fangs at the male.

"I don't know Dog Breath." He yipped and I snarled before lunging on him.

Changes made.

"Sometimes the gun we hold in our own hands is the one to kill us, turned by hate and indignation of the one to possess it."

Kaden's POV

I glared at the boy in front of me. Everyone had collected the wounded and fallen as well as gotten dressed if their clothes had been lost. We'd provided the rogue with clothes also. Most of the wolves had remained outside eager to see what I would do to the rogue.

"Where is she?!" I snarled and the little bastard laughed.

His unfeeling eyes looked dead as his cold, raspy chuckle escaped him.

A rumble gurgled in my throat. The beast inside me snarled and paced, unamused by what this mutt found humorous.

In a flash I gripped his arm and twisted it until I heard a satisfying snap. The boy let out a yell of pain and I shoved him to the ground. My chest heaved in anger and my eyes locked on him. Knight growled softly, eager to kill his prey.

"I'll ask you again pup. Where is my mate?" I gritted out and he took a deep breath before smirking bitterly.

"Go to Hell." He grunted and I clenched my fists. My claws protruded and sunk into my palms, but the pain was pretty much unfelt.

I gave my own smirk and for a moment I caught fear in the kid's eyes.

"You do realize you have no power here? I'm going to kill you, but only after I get what I need from you... Before then, there's plenty of bones in your pathetic body to break and I'm sure there's limbs you don't need to speak a few simple words, don't you agree?" The kid tensed at my blunt statement.

"I'm not betraying my mother." Brenton growled and defiance sparked in his eyes.

"Your mother is a whore and a swine! She left her mate for your bastard of a father and abandoned her pup; my mate! Your half-sister! What justifies that?" I snarled feeling my patience dwindling. I wrenched the boy up and flung him to the side. He yelped as he hit the ground hard and rolled. Dirt and debris flew up in his wake.

I marched over and stepped on the boy's leg holding it down before I gripped his shoulders and pulled him roughly upwards. His femur split under the pressure and his scream of agony was music to my ears.

I dropped him to the ground and he whimpered as he tried to stand. I growled and kicked him and he yelped as he took the blows to the stomach repeatedly. Knight growled in approval of the blood being coughed up by the young lad.

I grabbed his hand and twisted it smirking at the several snaps that occurred. The boy yelled in agony and I gripped his throat before plowing him into the ground.

He whined and tears streamed from his eyes as I raked my claws down his arms, face, chest, anywhere I touched. His blood spattered and the ironic scent filled the air. Some people gasped and I growled at their feeble weakness.

"Stop your crying." I snarled and backhanded him and he spiraled to the ground. He tried to catch himself but failed.

He looked up at me and his body trembled violently.

The people around were quiet as they watched the scene unfold.

"Come on man, that wasn't my fault." The boy sputtered and tried his best to scramble away from me.