The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper novel Chapter 281

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The blast threw everyone into the air and off their feet. When I get my senses back, I realize two things. Angel is unconscious on top of me, and I hear a keening sound in the distance that makes my heart hurt. 

I sit up, holding Angel in my arms, looking around. There are fae warriors and werewolves around me, shaking their heads trying to figure out what happened, just like I am. I follow the sound of the keening and realize it’s Cara. She’s holding her father’s lifeless body in her arms, rocking him back and forth. 

Oh no. Please tell me Clint isn’t dead. I see Rik, picking himself up off the ground, going to Cara. He pulls her into his arms and begins rocking her, trying to comfort her. I know the sound a person makes when they lose someone they love. That’s the sound that Cara is making now. It’s the sound of your heart breaking into a million pieces. I know that Clint is dead, and Cara’s heart is broken. What I thought was a bomb going off must have been a power surge from Cara, her emotions too strong to contain when she realized Clint was gone. 

I look down at my sweet Angel. She must have felt it before anyone else and she jumped in front of me. She protected me, even though I asked her not to. Her back is in shreds, but she’s alive and I know I need to get her to the pack hospital. 

I look around. It feels like the entire canyon was on fire with all the ash in the air. Cara’s power wiped out the remaining vampires. As I look around, many warriors on our side are getting up but on the other side, where Angel wasn’t able to block Cara’s aura, many wolves are unconscious. I’m hoping because they are part of Cara’s pack, that there is some level of protection offered them. 

As I watch, I see Anders walking over to Clint’s body. He falls to his knees beside his lifelong friend, pulling his dead body to his chest. I can see his body convulsing with his grief from here. 

I stand, holding Angel in my arms. I look at Rik and he makes eye contact with me. The battle is won, but our mates need us. I nod and turn, running back to my pack lands. 

As I go, I holler at my pack members, telling them to help each other and get back to our pack lands. I’ll be sending help and medical assistance as soon as I can, but Angel is my first priority. I know as Alpha the pack should come first, but I am nothing without my mate, and I can’t help anyone if she dies. 

As I run back into my pack lands, I see what looks like the remains of a fight near- the packhouse. I’m glad I left some warriors here to protect our weaker pack 

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members. I send a mind link that the battle is over and every able–bodied pack member is needed in the hospital and on the battle field to help those that are injured. 

I’m aware that not every person in the safe rooms will be ‘able bodied‘. Anyone who lost a mate will be devastated, trying to hold on to life if there is something, or someone keeping them here, or praying to the Moon Goddess for death to be with their mates. Werewolves, as a species, are not able to survive when we lose the person that completes us. Someone like Clint only lasted this long because of Cara. My father was the same, only he never had anything left to give to me, his 

son. 

I get Angel to the pack hospital. It’s already bustling with activity. “I need help NOW!” I shout as I walk in. 

One of the doctors runs over, looking at Angel. “This way Alpha.” He says and I follow him into a room where I gently lay Angel on her stomach. 

I stand back as they begin hooking her up to all sorts of equipment. Her heart rate is slow, her blood pressure is low and they give her oxygen to help her breath. Someone gives me a pair of sweatpants and I put them on, but I refuse to leave my mate. 

Eventually, they have her stable, they’ve bandaged her back and have her laying on her back now. “Why isn’t she healing?” I ask the doctor for the hundredth time.