Matt's Pov
I gazed down at the young man's lifeless body, his blood spreading across the roadway like a dark stain. The reality of what had happened hit me like a ton of bricks .
I had killed him!!! I killed an unarmed man . The weight of that realization crushed me, I felt a wave of despair wash over me.
My eyes locked onto Caleb, I felt a mix of emotions: anger, disappointment, and betrayal. For a moment, I considered attacking him, the rational part of me knew I'd be outnumbered and outmatched by the pack.
Instead, I turned and ran, my legs pumping furiously as I sprinted away from the scene. A single tear dropped from my eye. I just kept running, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my mind reeling with regret and self-loathing.
As I ran, I whimpered, the sound torn from my throat like a wounded animal. I couldn't shake the image of the young man's terrified face, his pleading eyes, and the sound of his screams. I had killed him, and I couldn't forgive myself for it. I just wanted to get as far away from the pack and the scene of the crime as possible, to escape the guilt and the shame that threatened to consume me.
Caleb's Pov
I watched as Matt ran away, his figure dwindling into the distance. My heart ached with a mix of sadness and determination. Everything I had done, every decision I had made, was for his benefit. I knew it wasn't an easy path for him to take, but I believed it was necessary.
As the alpha, it was my duty to ensure the pack's survival, and that included Matt. He needed to be strong, to be willing to make the tough decisions and face the harsh realities of our world. Cruelty and ruthlessness were part of that world, and I had to teach him to adapt.
I knew Matt didn't understand my actions now, but I hoped that one day he would see the reasoning behind them. I had to push him to his limits, to test his resolve and his strength. It was the only way I could keep him safe in a world that didn't tolerate weakness.
The pack members looked at me, awaiting further instructions. I nodded, and they dispersed, returning to their duties. I remained, standing over the lifeless body or so I thought , a reminder of the sacrifices we made to survive. My gaze lingered on the spot where Matt had last been seen, hoping that he would come to understand my actions and find his place within the pack.
Luna's Pov
I ran alongside the rest of the pack , my paws pounding against the earth as we traversed the dense forest. "I don't know how Caleb expects Matt to fit in with us," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's so weak."
Zephyr nodded in agreement. "I know, right? He hesitated to make the kill. It's like he doesn't understand what it means to be a lycan."
Axel snorted. "Caleb's being too soft on him. If he can't handle a simple hunt, how's he going to protect himself and the pack?"
I shook my head. "Caleb's trying to bring him in, but Matt's not showing the right instincts. He's too soft, too human."
Alex eyes gleamed with a hint of disdain. "We'll see how long it takes Caleb to realize Matt's not cut out for this life."
The three of us continued to run, our conversation dying down as we focused on the forest around us. But I knew the others shared my doubts about Matt's ability to fit in with our pack as we dispersed to our different direction .
The police got a call from the locals about an accident and arrived at the scene, sirens blaring, officers swarmed the area. An ambulance pulled up, and paramedics rushed to attend to the victim. To everyone's surprise, the young man was still alive, albeit badly injured. He was moaning in pain, and his vital signs were weak, but he was still kicking and breathing.
Caleb, watching from a distance, was momentarily distracted from confirming Matt's kill. The scene was quickly labeled as an animal attack, the police began to investigate. The victim was rushed to the hospital, fighting for his life.
The doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize the young man, but the trauma he had endured was severe. It was uncertain whether he would survive, and if he did, what the long-term effects would be.
As the police investigation continued, they found evidence of a wolf attack, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The wounds seemed too precise, too calculated. They couldn't rule out the possibility of a wild animal, the circumstances surrounding the attack seemed suspicious.
The young man's fate hung in the balance, the town was on high alert. Would he survive the trauma, or would the attack prove fatal? And if he did survive, would he ever be the same again? Only time would tell.
Matt's Pov
I walked into the house, my eyes avoiding Caleb's as I headed straight to my room. I couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't bear to think about what had happened. The weight of my actions still lingered, and the guilt was suffocating.
Caleb watched me from his room, his eyes fixed on me as I passed by. He knew something was wrong, knew that I was struggling to come to terms with what had happened. He'd seen the look in my eyes, the pain and the anger.
He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to talk to me yet, to try to explain his actions. He knew I needed time, knew that I was still processing everything. But he also knew that eventually, we'd need to talk, to work through this together.
Caleb hoped that with time, I'd come to understand his motivations, that I'd see why he'd pushed me to do what he did. He believed that I'd come around, that I'd find my place within the pack and learn to navigate the complexities of our world. But for now, he just watched me, waiting for the right moment to reach out
little did he know I'm about to find my own path .
I walked through the school hallways, the murmurs and whispers about the animal attack following me everywhere. It seemed like everyone was talking about it, speculating about the circumstances and the victim's fate.
As I made my way to my locker, I overheard a mention of the victim's son being a student at our school. My heart went out to him; I couldn't imagine how tough it must be to deal with the news of a parent being attacked. I felt a pang of sympathy, thinking about how I'd react if I were in his shoes.
But then, I heard a rumor that threw everything off balance the victim was still alive, fighting for his life in the hospital. My emotions swirled, relief and guilt mixing together in a confusing mess. I wasn't sure how to process this new information, or what it meant for me, for the pack, and for the young man's family.