Big Bad Alphas novel Chapter 42

I imagined death to be a flash of light then darkness. Nothing but darkness. Everything simply shuts off and you are erased from the world and all of its glory. Frightening, isn't it?

The gun shot rings in my ears and I wait for the flash of light, or whatever may come. In this moment, I am open to anything.

My largest and only regret will be my lack of a goodbye to my mate, as Alpha Kenn got impatient. Hopefully Eric knows that I loved him unconditionally, probably too much, if that is possible. I will die for him, so hopefully that shows him my feelings. If I focus on the things I will miss, I will regret my decision, and it is too late for that.

God, I just love him so much. I want to touch him again, to feel his skin on mine, to hear his voice. Everything about him made me feel fulfilled. Knowing that we will never be intimate again... it is terrible. If this is death, me and my thoughts, then I am sure in hell. The rest of my thoughts will contain Eric in some way, what I can no longer have, feel, taste, smell. The smell of him, my God.

"Isabella!"

"Get down!"

Something plows into me, taking me to the hard floor of purgatory, which is uneven and familiar. My eyes shoot open—I did not know that action was still available—and I see grass. In death, I am a ghost. This seems like a good deal, at least I can still see my mate everyday. I can scare Kendra towards the right boys.

Finding humor in death may be my only way of coping with it.

Then I feel it. The sensation, the particular one I was so disappointed in loosening just moments ago. My mates touch, the feel of his skin. Did he die also?

"Isabella, are you okay?"

There it is, his voice.

I open my eyes again and peer upwards. "Am I dead?"

"No," he breathes out, "you have to get up and run."

I can still hear the faint ringing of the gun in my ears. Everything has a white mist over it, like in a dream. Eric said I have to run.

I see his face one last time before he pushes himself up and grabs me as well. "Run, Isabella, into the forest."

I use my legs to lift myself up. Eric, I catch him running off, fighting the Wolfsbane when he suddenly shifts. He seems more stable in his wolf form. My head spins. My stomach rises and everything becomes one blur.

   She frantically shakes her head. "I can't move!" She cries.

   Two wolves snap at each other, battling just a few meters away. One digs it's teeth into the others fur, there is a whimpering, then blood, finally death, and the slain wolf falls to the ground. The victor has the taste of flesh on his tongue, energized from tearing out the beasts throat.

   My eyes widen and I fight to lift Olivia up. I throw her arm over my shoulder and I begin to walk us out of the dense wood. As Olivia shrieks and wails, I try and take my mind off of death, off of my fighting mate, and—Kendra. Oh dear God, where is Kendra. A panic overcomes me. My eyes scan my surroundings, seeing no sign of her. After the gun shot I lost track of her.

   Olivia almost slips from my grasp. My mind is too cluttered. Where could she have gone? She could have run anywhere. Kendra could have been attacked. She could be dead. She could be crying out for me. Begging for mercy.

   I see the house ahead.

   "Olivia, go to the house," I point in the direction and her eyes follow, "go to the house and do not come out."

   Another sob erupts from her throat and I have the urge to fist my hair. "Olivia, go to the house. You'll be safe there. Go!"

   She staggers off and I leave her, heading back into the forest.