The Forbidden Beta

Chapter 10: The Fight For Survival.

Canna P.O.V.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached the bunker that my dad has made. Zayev set me down gently, he then took off his shirt and handed it to me to put on to cover my naked body. As we sat huddled in the cramped bunker, waiting anxiously for Rollin to arrive, the tension in the air was palpable. Every sound outside made my heart race, and I found myself jumping at the slightest noise.

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion outside, with the sound of snarling and growling echoing through the forest. My heart leaped into my throat as I heard Rollin's unmistakable howl amidst the chaos. Zayev, who had been sitting near the door, sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination. "Lock the door with the chains as soon as I'm out," he instructed me urgently, his hand already on the doorknob.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me. "Wait, you can't just leave me here," I said, my eyes wide with worry. But Zayev's face was set with fierce determination. "Canna, my brother is in trouble. His howl was a request for help. You will be safe in here, just do what I told you," he said firmly, before slamming the door shut and disappearing into the forest.

I was left alone in the bunker, fear running through my body as I listened to the sounds of the fight outside. I could hear the sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. Despite my fear, I felt a sense of admiration for Zayev's bravery. He was risking his life to help his brother, and I knew that I would do the same for my own family. But for now, all I could do was wait and hope that Rollin and Zayev would return safely.

I couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside. The sounds of the fight were growing louder, and I could hear the snarls and growls of the werewolves as they battled with all their might; more growls came by as if more werewolves joined the fight.

As I anxiously waited for Zayev and Rollin, the minutes turned into hours. My stomach churned with worry, and I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me. I would only be able to help them if I was capable of transforming. I knew that I was safe inside the bunker for now.

The sounds of the fight began to die down. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, and I jumped in shock.

"Who is it?" I called out, my voice shaking with fear.

"Open the f*****g door," came the reply. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that it was my father’s voice and quickly unlocked the door, pulling it open to reveal Zayev and Rollin standing outside with my father and their father next to them.

All of them were battered and bruised, their clothes torn and bloodied from the fight. But despite their injuries, they were alive, and that was all that mattered.

"We did it," Rollin said with a smile, his eyes shining with pride. "We fought off the other werewolves and managed to come out alive, only because of the two alphas that helped."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I hugged my father tightly, grateful that they helped Rollin and Zayev. The day had been filled with danger and uncertainty, but we had come out on the other side, stronger and more united than ever before.

As I embraced my father, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the two alphas who had come to our aid. Their presence had made all the difference in the fight, and I knew that we wouldn't have made it out alive without them.

"Thank you for helping us," I said.

The two Alphas nodded in response, their faces stoic and unreadable. I could tell that they were not used to showing emotion, but their actions spoke volumes.

As we all sat down in the bunker, nursing their wounds and catching a breath, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unity with the others. They fought together, and in doing so, they formed a bond that was unbreakable.

As we made our way back home, my father's steps were heavy with exhaustion. I could tell that the fight had taken a toll on him, but he remained steadfast in his determination.

Rollin, Zayev, and their father walked on the other side of the path, their faces drawn and weary. We had all been through a harrowing experience, and the weight of it was palpable.

"Dad, how did you know that we were in trouble?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.

My father's face grew serious as he turned to me. "I knew you were out in the forest, and as soon as I heard the howl coming from the woods, I had no other choice but to check if you were okay," he explained. "That's when I saw the two boys from the Silver Moon Pack in trouble."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of what could have happened if my father hadn't come to our aid. The forest was a dangerous place, filled with unknown threats and hidden dangers. But my father had always been there to protect us, and I knew that he would do anything to keep us safe.

As we approached the house, the sight of my mother and sister sitting on the porch with their heads in their hands filled me with a sense of dread. I knew that they had been worried sick about us, and the thought of the pain and anxiety that they must have been feeling made my heart ache. But as I stepped on a small branch, causing it to crack loudly, my mother's head shot up, and I could see the relief on her face as she saw us approaching. She jumped up from her seat and ran over to us, her voice filled with worry.

"Are you okay? Where did you get hurt?" she asked, her hands probing gently at my skin to check for any signs of injury.

My father was quick to reassure her, his voice calm and steady. "She's fine," he said. "We all made it out without any serious injuries." But as my mother looked at my father, her face crumpled with emotion. "Look at you," she said, her voice trembling with sadness. "You're covered in blood and cuts."

Despite her concern, she rushed over to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his body in a fierce embrace. "Thank you for bringing our daughter back safe," she said, her voice choked with tears. As we made our way up the porch and into the house, I could feel the weight of the night's events settling heavily on my shoulders. But I also felt a sense of gratitude for the love and support of my family.