"How long…"
"A year and a few months."
My head spins again. My Fate. I can’t believe it, these fucking beasts…
Before I even realize it, I’m at the bodies.
It’s stronger than my reasoning.
I start kicking.
Kicking, kicking… growling, spitting. Not caring about desecrating the dead… fuck them!
The whole time, Dad doesn’t move. He just watches, eyes fixed on the bodies, but he doesn’t stop me.
Then I notice one of the alphas slightly exhaling. Bloody foam slips from his mouth.
Is he still alive?
It looks like he is!
He groans weakly…
Oh, no!
That’s when I throw my foot onto his throat with all my weight.
A crack. A twitch. His legs kick in reflex, and the body goes still.
Hard to believe, but Dad stays silent, watching in a trance, saying nothing. Well, I can kind of imagine what he feels. They wanted to rape his children, then hurt him, it’s not like they deserve any forgiveness.
Finally, I stop.
Exhaustion floods me, my vision blurs again.
"What now," I whisper, "are you calling the police?"
Dad shakes his head.
Still, I’m stunned by how calm he is. I can tell he fully believes in the rightness of what he’s done, and that certainty is what keeps him standing.
"Leave this to me and Father, Bay. Go home and help your brothers. They’re not in good shape, and I can’t call Jordan. No one can know what happened here."
"But,"
"No but, go."
I glance back. Both men are still, their bodies soaked in blood.
Strangely, the sight isn’t frightening. It doesn’t even feel wrong. In some twisted way, it feels like justice. But then another thought hits me… if this had taken place two days earlier, none of what I went through would’ve happened at all.
Two days. Just two fucking days too late.
"Please go home and take care of your brothers, Bay. They need you," Dad says firmly.
I nod slowly, casting one last look at the bodies. Dad looks at them too, his face unreadable, blank.
"You’re so collected," I whisper.
