Her secret mate

Traitors from with in

The moment he mentioned my birthday attack I felt tension build up in my body as memories of that night came back rushing in. Most of the time, I managed to push them down far enough to not remember the chaos and fear. The scent of the explosion and the sounds still lingered at the back of my mind.

But the explosion itself was not what left the biggest mark on me... no... it was the loss of the sense of security.

The attack happened in my pack, in my parents' home, the one place that I was supposed to feel safe. It would have had less of an impact on me if I had not had a target on my back. That attracted a bunch of people who were more than happy and willing to take me out. Even now, the idea of people who are ready to die while killing me sends a bad type of shivers down my back and forced nausea to rise.

When Colin told me the truth about it, I felt like there was someone at every corner waiting to catch me, waiting to kill me at the first opening they get, and I was probably right, due to the rate that attacks on me were increasing, but when I arrived at my parents, I felt a bit safer, especially with Colin by my side. Sure, my parents' home was not my safe space or a place that I felt good in, but I knew that it was safe enough from the outside threats, so those thoughts and anxiety that came with them started to dwindle down... but then, at the part full of powerful werewolves from all over the globe, with tighter security then you could ever think you would need... even when it would seem impossible to get in and threaten anyone's life, but they still managed it.

So does that mean that there was nowhere safe? Does that mean that they would and could get through all sorts of security teams, systems and personnel?

Does this mean that they could come after me at any given moment?

The anticipation of them coming after me, started to grow in my stomach and I lost all sense of security. In the process, the paranoia and constant fear of the unknown killer that would come after me next was not only exhausting, but also keeping me from sleeping.

Hell, if not for Darcy and him coming to bed and holding me each night, I would probably not have been able to sleep at all... and calling what I had been doing sleeping is very generous. The most I would get was a few hours, and I was feeling the after affects on it.

So it's no surprise that my stomach tightened in anticipation of meeting the people that attacked me and stole my sense of security and even self, was scary, but I was hopeful that maybe if I met them I could ask why they were doing this.

"You found them? How?"

A soft smile appeared on Darcy's face.

"Well, don't sound so surprised. Do you think I would let anyone get away after what they did? After coming to hurt you at your home? No... I would have moved mountains to get them... and it feels like I did because it took a lot of work to get them... it took a lot of working with your father and that is something that must have been the most difficult part..."

I could not help, but give him a sad smile at his attempt to lighten the conversation.

"But... but you did manage to find them. Who were they? How did they get into my father's home without being caught? Sure, my father is a narcissistic asshole, but his security is tight and we both know that he takes these parties too seriously for something like this to happen."

To my surprise, he chuckled and just shook his head.

"Well you got that right. The only reason I was able to catch them was because your father was pissed."

He stopped for a moment, clearly thinking how to say the next part without hurting me more than necessary, but I just shook my head.

"It's okay, I know he was not pissed at the fact that I was almost killed."

He looked apologetic and just shook his head.

"No, no... it's not that he did not care... it's just that he cared more about the humiliation he felt after being attacked like that in front of the upper society. He said that he could not show his face in front of his friends until he got them... but he did care that you were attacked..."

I rolled my eyes again and said.

"Darcy, you don't have to protect me from my own father. I know that he doesn't care. He never had and never will, and I am more or less okay with it. Now tell me who these people are."

For a moment, I saw hesitation in his eyes and I realized that he was not hesitant about telling my father. Which was logical, because my parents' behavior was not a surprise or something new to either of us. It was stupid of me to assume that it was the reason why he was reluctant to talk about this.

The fact that he did not want to tell me more about this meant that there is something much deeper wrong with this and, by the way he was acting, I am pretty sure that it is going to cause a lot of damage.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself and met his eyes.

"Darcy, tell me. Who are they?"

He swallowed visibly hard. It looked like as if what he was going to say to me, that it will hurt him just as much as it would hurt me.

"Come on Darcy."

I rushed him, wishing to rip off the bandage faster.

"It was a team of six that did it all. Two were outsiders..."

"And? The others?"

"The other four were from your pack."