The Gamma's Heart
The Gamma’s Heart – Chapter 50

It’s been nearly a week now and the death toll has rounded up to nearly 100. The pack is holding a huge funeral for all the members lost, but Chase don’t want to do it with his sister there.

He said it wouldn’t be right if his parents were buried and she wasn’t there.

They’ve also gotten reports from The Crystal Pack and The Forest Pack that several of their members have gone missing.

Since Dan couldn’t handle the meeting with the Alpha he asked Noah and Wyatt to do it.

Alpha Otis and Alpha Nicholas had no clue that some of their members had crossed the borders and attacked theirs.

They identified quite a few of the warriors from photos sent to them. But both Aplhas said that they had a few go missing the night before.

Four from The Crystal Pack and eight from The Forest Pack

Deep down the boys had a feeling who it was but couldn’t tell them that their mate was out for revenge.

Not yet atleast.

Finding her was like looking for a needle in a bag of needles. Wyatt told Noah that she was blockimg him out from the link and the bond.

However there was a moment last night for a few minutes where he picked up nothing but agony coming through the bond, but he believes the moment she realized she unblocked it, she locked everything back up again.

Wyatt walked into the bedroom and heaved a heavy sigh when he saw Noah sitting on the bed, his tux still layed out next to him.

“Hey, we have to be there in half an hour.” Wyatt told his cousin gently.

Noah looked up from his hands. “I don’t think I can go. If I go it makes it real.”

He walked over and sat beside him, Wyatt placed his hand on his shoulder “I know exactly how you feel, let me be there for you like you were for me.”

“I wish she was here to help.” Noah said softly. “Actually her sorrow would be worse than yours” Wyatt told him grimly.

As much as Noah hated it, Wyatt was right. He lost his mother, where she lost both her parents …and she don’t even know.

“Get ready, I’ll get Bailey dressed.” Wyatt said standing.

**********

Timothy knocked on his Alpha’s office door and waited for an answer. “Come in” opening the door he smiled seeing his new Luna.

“Good afternoon Luna!” He told Keela.

Looking up from her book Keela smiled in acknowledgment “Good afternoon, Timothy. And please call my by my name!”

Brandon shook his head. “What’s up Tim?”

Timothy shifted a bit. “Well I know the funeral is soon, but we got some reports of a some stragglers in the house my father owns.”

Brandon’s head snapped up to look at him. “Rouges? From the attack?”

Timothy nodded “I believe so! We think that they are hiding out in the house. The one he took Clara to!”

Brandon stood up “lets go check it out, I’ll call dad and tell him and tell him what’s going on so he don’t think I’m blowing the service off.” he turned to Keela “I want you to go though. I’ll have one of my warriors take you okay?”

“It’s okay, I understand. I’ll sit with your brothers.” Keela said with a small smile. “Be safe?” Brandon smiled “always”

**********

About 45 minutes later Brandon, Timothy and a few of his warriors pulled up to the house.

When they got out the building put everyone on edge, Brandon’s wolf Ian was antsy and pacing in his head.

“Something feels off.” he told his men “keep your guard up.”

When he opened the front door the smell of b***d filled his nostrils, he smelt death and decay in the house as well the further in they went.

Ian was near the forefront when they heard a scream further down the hall.

Brandon pulled his phone out and dialed his father just in case they needed back up.

But everyome stopped in their tracks when they seen the source of the noise and the reason for the smell.

There were atleast 12 dead bodies, some burnt, some with their heads turned completely around with broken necks, others just tortured to death.

But the one that was crying seemed to be in worse shape than all of them.

“K-Kill me pl-please?” he begged her.

“I told you I was going to make it a slow agonizing death, did I not?”

Brandon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He could hear his father talking to him on the phone but he zoned out with the scene in front of him.

“Hello Brandon. Took you long enough to figure out where I was.” Brandon snapped out of it when she said his name and looked at her.

“I found her dad!” he mumbled into the phone and placed it on speaker. “This isn’t you sunshine. It’s time to come home.”

“Home? Go back to the house where he killed, Noah? Yeah I don’t think so.” Clara turned away from him as she placed her hands on her h**s.

“Of all places, can I ask why you chose to come here? You don’t exactly have the best memories here because of Alex!” Brandon probed, but he was also telling his dad where they were at.

He was hoping if he got Noah here he could get her back out of this dark place she’s in.

Clara spun around her eyes narrowed. “I’m aware, but I don’t know why my subconscious chose this place. Because it damn sure wasn’t me.”

Brandon nodded and looked around at the dead bodies once again. “We can burn thus place down. The council won’t have to know what you’ve done.”

Clara laughed humorously “I honestly could careless if they knew what I did to these bastards. They deserved it, especially him” she said pointing at Quientin.

Quientin whimpered as he slowly tried to move away from her, he fell onto his side in the process catching her attention.

Brandon took a protective step forward, “stop it, that’s enough Clara.” he said loosing his soft tone.

“You’re gonna seriously protect him? After what he f*****g did?!” Clara asked him her hands balling into fists at her sides.

Brandon nodded his head, he tried to keep his fear from his face. “You have already killed a dozen people…we can have him arrested.”

“LIKE YOU ARRESTED ALEX??” Clara yelled at him loosing her temper.

“He kidnapped me, Brandon and had his son voilate me.” she swallowed, her eyes glued to his grey orbs.

“I’m done playing by the rules, Brandon.” Clara’s eyes moved down to a cowering Quentin, when his eyes locked with hers a devilish smile formed on her face.

“te ipsum occidere” (kill yourself) she whispered.

Brandon’s eyes widened as he looked at her in disbelieve. “Undo it, Clara”

Clara shook her head her eyes not leaving her prey as she watched his claws extend from his fingers. “I can’t.”

Quientin began crying as he moved his claws to his chest, he began digging them into his skin, his eyes never leaving hers. It’s like he was in a trance, he couldn’t look away.

When his fingers reached his heart he was already on the verge of passing out.

Brandon watched as the poor young man ripped his own heart out.

He made a strangled noise when he did, he sat there looking at Clara for a whole 30 seconds before his body realized it no longer had a heart in it and collapsed over, dead.

“How many children were killed, Brandon?” Clara asked him her eyes moving from Quientin to his.

Brandon heaved in a heavy sigh. “26!”

The front door to the house burst open, and Brandon had completely forgot that he was on the phone with his dad the whole time.

He must have been speeding to get here so fast, that or they ran in wolf form.

He watched as his sister turned around not exactly caring who came in the house.

She killed the person she wanted to kill, she watched Noah die because of him so Brandon understood why she did it but, he missed his bubbly happy little sister, and her doing all of this will change her forever.

Samuel and Noah both stopped once they seen all the bodies laying around. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing,

Noah’s eyes gisened at the sight in front of him.

Brandon placed his hand on Clara’s shoulder but she shrugged him off. “Get out Brandon.”

“I’m not leaving you here, come home. We can cover this up…nobody needs to know what happened. Everybody here understands why it happened.” Brandon tried again to get her to see reason.

“Bailey needs her mother.” he heard the quietest of sobs come from her and his heart broke all over again.

“I can’t do this anymore..”

Before anybody could react Clara teleported out of the room. Brandon ran his hand through his hair frustratedly then punched the wall.

“I’m not sure if we can cover this up son. The Crystal Pack and The Forest Pack have already reported pack members missing.” Samuel told him.

Brandon turned around “they went rouge, nobody has proof she did a damn thing,” he really didn’t care if she went on their land and took them.

“the only one we seen her kill was this fucker.” he said pointing down at Quientin.

Samuel looked down at him, seems like she meant what she said when she said she’d make his death slow, his eyes were still open staring up at the ceiling.

Samuel knew deep down that when they did get her back home, he was gonna have his work cut out for him. He needed to get in contact with some full blooded witches.

“We’ll give them a proper burial, the Goddess wouldn’t want them to burn in this place.” Everyone turned to Noah with shock on their face.

“It’s what we do, we bury our enemies with our own.” he shrugged and turned around walking out.

**********

Chase walked into his house, the quiet home was something he would never get used to.

He loosened his tie and began to take his suit jacket off.

Hearing a noise upstairs he became alert, as he slowly went up the steps he tried to make out what room the intruder was in.

His eyebrows furrowed together when he realized it was coming from his sisters old bedroom. When he got to the door, he slowly pushed it open.

His heartbeat quickened when he seen her standing there digging through the drawers. “Sissy?”

“You haven’t called me that since we were kids, Chase.” Clara said pulling out a pair of sweatpants, when she stood upright Chase nearly knocked her over while throwing his arms around her.

“You came back!” he said in the crook of her neck while tightening his hold.

Seeing her right now is just what he needed.

Clara shook her head while hugging him back. “No I didn’t. I just needed a shower and few things..” she admitted, she couldn’t bare going home. She knew if she did she’d break down.

Chase pulled back slightly. “You can’t leave again…I need you here.” Chase said a sob breaking through.

“I can’t stay here, Chase! I have-“

“I can’t do this alone” Chase cut her off.

Clara smiled sadly at him. “You aren’t alone, you have mom and dad. And I need you to help Wyatt with Bailey.”

Chase shook his head, she didn’t know.. and he hated that she didn’t know yet. “I won’t do that. Your daughter needs you,”

“Where’s mom and dad, so I can tell them goodbye Chase?” Clara asked her brother.

A tear slipped from his eye, “The community center, you won’t miss them when you walk in. They’re with the Luma!”

Clara didn’t question him, she just assumed that’s where the funerals were being held and they were helping out. “I’m gonna go shower.”

Chase watched her walk into the bathroom, he then sat down on the bed and dropped his head into his hands. If he thought that loosing Noah broke her this will probably shatter her completly.

About an hour later Chase stood by the doorway of the community center, he watched his sister walk through looking at all the caskets.

He’d already called Wyatt and Noah and told them where they would be, they said they would be there soon, he told them to hurry.

Chase watched as she lingered near a child’s casket and he wished he knew what she was feeling by seeing that.

They were completely unprepared for the attack, nobody had time to get into the safe houses.

The rouges spared the children, but the hunters didn’t care who they killed.

Clara turned and seen three caskets near the front of the room and her breathing nearly stopped when she read the names.

She snapped her head towards her brother who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Is this what he meant when he said he didn’t want to be alone?

Tears filled her eyes when she looked back, but her feet were rooted to the spot.

She couldn’t move.

Her parents were dead.

The Luna was dead.

…and Noah was dead.

Wyatt walked in with Noah scanning the room, they had Samuel and her brothers with them but they haven’t came in yet because the boys jumped out of the car before they parked.

Chase pushed himself off of the wall “She just noticed” he pointed to to where she was, she was a good ways into the room but never moved from her spot when she spotted the caskets.

“I’ll wait here,” Wyatt said, and nudged Noah’s shoulder.

Clary perked up a bit, she hasn’t budged from her corner since the death of Kane. “Mate is here” she told Clara, she let out a whine and laid back down.

Clara looked around for Wyatt she turned around and the tears in her eyes began to fall.

Is this a dream?

She hoped it wasn’t, because if it was she didn’t ever want to wake up.

She was probably hallucinating from not eating and drinking anything while she was away.

Her hands found themself running through her hair, a thousand emotions running through her. “Clary, is he real?”

“I don’t know, our bond was broken so I can’t speak to his wolf anymore.” Clary told her sadly.

Clara shook her head, she then seen Samuel standing behind him.

He can manipulate the mind so he was probably doing this to make her change her mind about leaving.

Chase probably told him what she said about leaving again.

An angry expression formed on her face as she stared at Samuel. “Stop trying to play with my head.” she yelled at him.

Noah stopped, he turned and looked back at who she was talking to. He seen Wyatt her brothers and Samuel.

Samuel’s face went from one of happiness to slight fear. “I’m not doing anything!” he defended.

“Really, you’re not putting him in my head?” she asked him while pointing at Noah.

He shook his head “I promise it’s not me, kiddo. You really can’t sense that it’s him?”

Clara closed her eyes and took in a huge whiff of air, but all she could smell was Wyatt. “No, just him.”

Jackson leaned over to his dad and whispered “Perhaps the pain is blocking it. She watched him die dad, her brain believes that your manipulating it right now.”

“You know what, I have things to do.” Clara snapped at them and quickly teleported away.

“f**k!” Noah yelled rubbing a hand down his face harshly.

They were so close.