Chapter 40: Let It Out
Dirk:
“We have a few hours before nightfall, so how about we meet up at sunset and go investigate.” I grumbled as the guys watched me shift uncomfortably as another round of tingles rocketed up spine.
“GO!” They laughed darkly as I nodded, shooting out my seat, hot footed as loud grunts erupted from behind me with a loud wolf whistle from Byron’s smartass.
“Very Funny!” I shouted as the door flung open with a loud bang, darting down the hallway to our suite.
Jun’s sweet apple scent swirled around my body as the door to our room opened softly, quickly closing and locking the bolt so we could be “undisturbed” in our sexual bliss.
“Jun?” I called out softly as the warm, sunlight filtered gently through the tinted glass French doors.
Laughing lightly as I approached the bathroom, decorated in a rustic farm theme with sunflowers that Jun loved for some odd reason. Smelling her sweetness wafting through the air, frozen in horror as Jun’s delicate ivory skin, laid curled in a bright crimson pool of sticky blood.
“JESUS! FUCK JUN!” I shouted in panic, skidding through the slick as her limp body flopped into my arms.
“Oh, God! BABY! JUN!” I spoke frantically as my feet pushed us from the slickened ground, rushing out into the bedroom as the door burst open with the trio scanning frantically.
“QUICK! Get Nana.” I shouted as tears streamed, violently from my eyes as Mikkel and Davyn rushed in, grabbing towels and washcloths as Birgir took off like a lightning bolt.
“What happened?” Davyn rushed out of the bathroom with a bucket of warm water as Mikkel placed towels under her body, looking at the heart wrenching sight of blood pooling between her legs.
“What does this mean?” Mikkel looked up in panic as Davyn froze, paling at the realization of what this meant.
“Don’t think like that. Don’t you dare.” I whispered yelled as Nana and the ladies rushed in taking over as Birgir, Draven, and Drogo pulled us from the bedroom as the ladies quickly tended to Jun.
The door closed in slow motion as Jun’s pale skin lingered in my mind, covered in blood.
“What happened?” Birgir asked calmly as Davyn and Mikkel paced wildly along the hallway, running their hands frantically through their dark locks.
“I don’t know. We were just linking, and I found her in the bathroom in a pool of blood.” I exhaled darkly as my heart sank heavily with each passing moment.
“MOVE OUT THE WAY!” A women’s voice shouted as a tall, red headed women rushed down the hallway with Byron hot on her heels.
“Aunt Amelia!” The trio shouted as we cleared a path for her to pass, disappearing into our bedroom, catching a glimpse of the ladies circling around Jun as the door closed again.
“She’s the best, and the only one I trust right now.” Byron growled lowly as he fought with “Storm”, pacing wildly with the trio.
“Who is that?” I asked with a shaky finger, pointing towards our room as my body slowly slid down the wall with a heavy knot twisting violently with each breath.
“Former Pack Doctor, Amelia Whitetail of Demon Wolf.” Byron spoke calmly with a dangerous tone laced with fear.
“She’s in good hands Dirk.” Draven and Drogo placed firm hands to my shoulders as my head dropped against my shaky arms, hot streams of tears dripping from my chin with a heavy plip against the tiled floor.
Low growls filled the hallway as everything faded into a blur as the minutes ticked away in silence. The trio slid down the wall on both sides as we leaned our heads back against the cool wall, exhaling shaky breaths knowing what this signaled but kept the silent thoughts to ourselves as we waited.
Three hours later the door clicked open, jumping to our feet in a blur of emotions as Amelia stepped out quietly. Stopping us from entering as she closed the door behind her, leaning over her shoulder to see Jun resting peacefully as the ladies sat around the bed.
“Boys. I take it that you are Dirk?” Amelia’s soft green hazel eyes captured mine in a calming embrace as her red locks, drifted gently along her shoulders and white medical coat.
“Yes. Is she okay? What about the pups?” I shot off quickly as the trio stood behind me with stern gazes as Amelia exhaled a heavy breath.
“Jun is stable.” She spoke softly as she looked around at us with a perplexed expression.
“Nana explained to me, about fox gestation and Jun was carrying two sets of triplets.” She paused as she rummaged through her thoughts.
“What?” We shouted in panic as her eyes softened.
“One set of triplets survived.” She exhaled heavily as tears streaked down her cheeks.
The wall slammed into my back as everything spun rapidly into a messy kaleidoscope of colors as the trio slid down the wall in shock.
“Which set?” Davyn croaked out as Mikkel and Birgir growled lowly as the earth seemed to shift into an inverted suspension of time.
“Girls.” Amelia replied softly as she crouched down in front of us with sorrowful eyes.
Meaning Onyx lost her current hatchlings.
The earth stopped moving as my body boiled with rage, knowing that Kano and Zek not only killed my unborn pups, but my dragons hatchlings. Unable to withstand the confines of the house, jumping up in a blur as my feet carried me out the open sliders.
Jumping from the deck as my body shifted, feeling the soft earth push up between my tiny, padded paws. Letting the earth absorb my sorrow and rage as my fox ran along the heavy tree foliage into the vast wilderness.
Howling roared through the dusty blue sky as my fox yelp in pain at the painful song of Byron and Lea morning our loses.
“Dirk.” Jun’s soft voice cried in link as my heart panged heavily with the trios pain and rage.
“I know baby. Rest.” I exhaled heavily as her cries filled our link, causing my paws to push harder into the ground as the cool mountain breeze, ripped violently along my wet nose and white fur.
Those bastards will pay.
The heavens knew the darkness that consumed our hearts as the skies grew dark with blackened clouds, roaring in rage as thunder shook the ground.
Lightning flashed its heart wrenching sorrow as it cracked loudly along the treetops, flashing its brightly colored streams of energy.
Followed by the heavy weeping of the raindrops as they pounded the moss covered ground and mature saplings, drenching my white fur into a soaking heap of flesh and bone.
“Dirk.” The trio called to me as their roaring growls filled the skies above, masked hauntedly by the thundering clouds.
Dark shadows danced along the ground as loud paws thudded heavily behind, glimpsing the black mass that weaved through the trees like a floating butterfly.
Skidding to a stop as my heart finally broke into a heavy mournful howl.
“Let it out.” Byron’s voice spoke softly with a coldness as his large, muscular body sat next to me.
His warm palm, gripped the back of my neck like my father did so many times before his death. Punching the ground, feeling my rage swirling darker with each fist as the trio appeared with darkened eyes.
“Whatever you need, you got it.” Byron growled darkly as his grip stayed firmly along my neck as the trio sat down with us, staring at Trappers Lake.
We sat in silence as the storm clouds, pelted the once calm waters into a violent ripple of splashes and waves. Scanning the mountains, knowing just beyond the invisible barrier laid Onyx and those treacherous bastards.