Following suit with my past self, I gather my wits and force myself out of my meltdown.
I have to leave. I have to get out of here. I can process this when I am somewhere safe.
Pushing myself up, I march to my car.
He’s dead.
I clock the thin layer of snow coating it as I open the door.
He’s dead.
Turning on the windshield wipers, I attempt to clear it off.
He’s dead.
There isn’t too much and it works, but just barely.
I have to get home. I can’t drive in this.
Flicking on my headlights, I grip the steering wheel tightly as I lean forward attempting to see.
Charles is dead.
Putting the car in reverse, I manage to turn around and get back on the road.
Tony is dead.
Returning towards civilization, my nerves ease as the time passes.
I’m alone.
And then I make it to the hill I had gone up before. I freeze at the top, staring down at it.
This isn’t safe.
But at this moment, I don’t care. I start my slow descent.
Less than two beats in, the car slips. I try to correct it, but all it does is swerve me off in the other direction.
Directly towards the edge.
Unable to do anything, I squeeze my eyes shut. I will any powers that be to keep me safe.
If not for my sake, then for my unborn child’s.
Just before the car crashes, a splash of bright light filters through my eyelids.
eight
Wren
Wren’s heart pounds painfully in his chest as he stares at the closed front door.
An omega? They sent a fucking omega to confirm Charles is gone? How lower can the Rossis go?
He breathes in and out waiting for the sound of her car, but there is only the rain pattering down on the roof.
Where the fuck is the rest of my pack?
