Her Blood Haven werewolf

Blood haven

Rachel's Point of view

Kristy rushed to her father’s side, her hands trembling as she tried to support him. His face was a mess of cuts and bruises, one eye already swelling shut, and his breathing was labored. I knelt down beside them, helping Kristy lift him to a sitting position. His body felt heavier than I expected—like every ounce of strength had been beaten out of him.

“Dad… Dad, are you okay?” Kristy’s voice was thick with worry, her tears threatening to spill over. She was trying to hold it together, but I could see her spirit cracking.

Mr. Adams groaned, one hand gripping his side where the pack member had kicked him. His shirt was torn, stained with blood. “I’ll be… fine,” he rasped, though it was clear he was anything but. Every movement seemed to cause him pain.

Kristy’s mom, Kate, hurried into the room with a towel in hand, her face pale but strong. She knelt beside her husband and gently pressed the towel to his wounds, dabbing at the blood with quick, precise movements. Her hands were shaking, but she kept going, cleaning the cuts as best she could.

“We need to get him to a hospital,” I said, looking between them. “He needs more than a towel and some bandages.”

“We can’t afford a hospital visit,” Kate replied softly, her voice strained. “We’ll take care of him here.”

The weight of her words bare a lot of pain, and I could feel the hopelessness radiating off them. They didn’t have the money. That was the whole problem. I bit my lip, frustration bubbling inside me, but I didn’t say anything. I knew arguing wouldn’t help right now.

Kristy’s hands were still shaking as she tried to clean the dirt from her father’s face. I saw the strain in her eyes—the fear. The tears she was trying to hold back were dangerously close to falling, and I could feel her desperation like a tangible thing in the air.

“Kristy,” I whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Come with me for a second.”

She hesitated, glancing at her father, but finally nodded. I helped her to her feet and led her into the hallway, away from the living room where her parents were trying to pretend everything was okay.

As soon as we were out of sight, Kristy broke down. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her body, and she covered her face with her hands, trying to stifle the sound. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, and waited until the worst of the sobbing passed.

“What happened, Kristy?” I asked gently, though I already had a sinking feeling in my gut. I knew Bloodhaven was bad news, but this… this was beyond anything I’d imagined.

Kristy took a shaky breath, wiping at her tear-streaked face. “It’s because of the damn car. Yesterday… those pack members brought their pickup to my dad’s shop to get it fixed. Something about a broken axle. But… but they didn’t have any money.”

I frowned, my hand still resting on her shoulder. “They didn’t pay?”

Kristy shook her head, her lips trembling. “No. And when Dad told them he didn’t have the money to buy the replacement parts, they got angry. They said… they said that they didnt care. They called him their ‘slave’ and said he should be grateful they even brought the car to him in the first place.”

My stomach twisted at her words, and I could feel my pulse quickening. “They said he was their slave? Are you kidding me?”

Kristy’s tears spilled over again, and she nodded. “They told him that since they’re werewolves, they don’t have to pay. That they could take whatever they wanted, and if Dad didn’t fix their truck by today, they’d make him regret it. He tried, Rach… he tried to get the money for the parts, but business has been so slow lately. He couldn’t raise enough in time.”

My jaw clenched, anger surging through me. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, boiling under my skin. Those Bloodhaven bastards had done this because they felt like they owned everyone in town, that they could just take and take and never give anything in return. And now, because Kristy’s dad couldn’t fix their truck in time, they beat him half to death.

“They came back today,” Kristy continued, her voice breaking again. “They came back for the truck, and when it wasn’t fixed, they… they attacked my dad. They beat him up, Rach. Right in front of me, my mom, and Keith.”

I could feel my nails digging into my palms as I clenched my fists. How could they do this? How could anyone be so heartless, so cruel? I have heard stories about werewolves before—about how they ruled their packs with a brutal hierarchy, about how they thought humans were beneath them. But I never imagined it would hit so close to home.

Kristy was sobbing again, her body trembling with the weight of it all, and I pulled her into another hug, trying to comfort her even though I felt anything but calm. Her words kept echoing in my head.

He’s their slave.

The rage inside me was growing by the second, a slow burn that threatened to consume me entirely. I could feel my hatred for the Bloodhaven pack, for all werewolves, solidifying in my heart. They thought they were better than I. They thought they could just walk all over us, take what they wanted, and leave destruction in their wake.

“I hate them,” I whispered, almost to myself. “I hate them so much.”

Kristy didn’t say anything, but I knew she felt the same. How could she not, after what they had done to her family?

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she sobbed into my shoulder. “What are we going to do, Rach? They said they’d come back… they said they’d destroy the house next time if the truck isn’t fixed.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

My mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan. I didn’t know how to fix a truck, and even if I did, I didn’t have the money to buy the parts.

Kristy cried, sniffling, though the fear still lingered in her eyes. “What if… what if it’s too late, Rach? What if they come back tomorrow, and we can’t stop them?”

I felt the hatred festering inside me, twisting like a dark, angry thing. I didn’t just want to stop them. I wanted them to pay. For every bruise on Mr. Adams’ body,

The Adam's family were like my second family, and it hurt like hell seeing them go through this, but something needed to be done.