Chapter 4

"Back down, blood sucker, you're on my territory." Dean growled out obviously oblivious to who or what Lucas was. I could see Lucas let go of Dean as he started to shake, not in anger but in ... laughter. Was he asking for a death wish?! I ran to them, hoping to prevent the huge fight that was bound to break out. "Dean, just let us go, he'll be leaving." I tried to convince him, pointing to Lucas at the end. Their heads snapped in my direction, both looking furious. I didn't understand how the situation could worsen by just a few words. Lucas opened his mouth but Dean beat him to it. "Who do you think you are, Ella? Just do us all a big favor and shut the fuck up. With that, Lucas lunged at Dean, knocking him over before punching his face repeatedly. Dean struggled against Lucas, but couldn't land a strong enough hit. The warriors and fighters were ready to intervene, though Dean growled indicating he didn't need their help. Lucas hadn't looked like he was planning to stop any time soon but if he didn't, he'd be signing his death certificate by killing the next alpha. "Lucas, stop!" I yelled, hoping he would listen. His head swung in my direction. His appearance scared me more than he had when he was chasing me into the forest. His once blue eyes were now a beady black, with no trace of white. What really caught my attention were his two sets of long sharp fangs, producing from his gums. I fell backwards, from the internal shock, but was caught when two fighters caught me before holding me back and, may I say, it was very painful. I struggled against them, needing to stop this fight between Lucas and Dean. Lucas had turned his angry eyes back to Dean and he raised his hand. His normal fingernails were gone and replaced with long sharp claws, those of a werewolf's. My heart literally dropped to my stomach. We all knew what Lucas was about to do. Lucas would bring his claws down, ending Dean's life. I shut my eyes tightly, thinking this was all just a dream right?! Though, as soon as I had my eyes shut, I reopened them when shots were fired. The shots rang through my ears, practically piercing through my eardrums. The sight in front of me was worse than the pain in my ears. A non moving Lucas was sprawled across the ground, next to a battered and heavy breathing Dean. I managed to escape the hold of the two men and ran to Lucas, ignoring Dean. He was a Werewolf; he would heal from his beaten state. Lucas's white shirt was now turning a dark red as it coated with his blood. A quiet sob left my mouth after lifting up his shirt, to see they had shot him with silver bullets laced with Vervain. That specific combination would prevent him from healing. He needed medical help if he wanted to survive this. Tears flooded my eyes, knowing that my pack was not willing to help him. They had done this. They killed my mate. I held on to his hand, kissing the back of it. It wouldn't be to long until his breathing stopped and his heart too. I felt worried and it wasn't my worry for him, but vise verse -he was worried about me. It was then that I could feel the mate bond. Not much but stronger emotions, like anger, fear, happiness and worry. I felt the need to kiss him right, just one kiss. I pressed my lips lightly against his cold ones. I didn't know if they were cold because he can control his body temperature or if it was the more obvious answer. My warm lips moved against his still ones. I begged for any kind of movement. Dean would regret this, I promised to myself. "Dean, you have to help him! He'll die if you don't!" I cried, pushing Dean, who just smirked before calling his men. "Take him to the cells and remove the bullets from his chest, so he can heal."  A wide smile went across my face, though the warriors looked confused and angry. Nobody was making a move to lift Lucas. "You need to hurry, please!"  Was I the only understanding this fatal situation? "You are so naive, Ella! You really think I'll let anyone remove the bullets? Well if you did, then you thought wrong! Take him away; I'll be there once I get her home."  The last part was directed at the warriors. As if then, I hated Dean! He was so inconsiderate and just a plain asshole! I watched them take Lucas away, manhandling him like a piece of meat. I needed to get him help. Lucas was my ... soul mate and I needed him to be alive. I didn't feel love for him yet, but I felt an unnatural pull, and already cared for him. I ignored the humorous look in Dean's eyes, and made my way home. He followed me all the way to the beginning of the forest followed by him shifting and leaving. I went to the herb shop, to see if my dads were still there. They could possibly help as betas of the pack. "My baby girl," Nick said, jumping out of the arms of my other dad and running towards me. "Oh god, what happened?" "It's a long story. I need your help. Dean took Lucas to the cells after shooting him with silver bullets laced with Vervain." I ranted, looking from one to the other. "Wait, who is Lucas?" Spencer asked me, confused. "Lucas also known as the hybrid is her mate. Am I right Ev?"  Nick looked to me for confirmation.