Like Magnets

Ch 8 Come on hot head...

Chapter 8

•STACY•

As we made our way down to the first floor from the windows that were still intact we could see as the pack had finished killing the last of the rogues. I looked at Xoila who had finally stopped crying and began to walk more urgently as she realized that we had to see if Fae was alright. 

I hated to be the negative Nancy but although she was still part of the pack she no longer had her wolf so she wouldn't be able to withstand a fall like that.

Once we hit the second floor we were full-on sprinting down the stairs going two at a time trying to get to our mentor to see if we could still save her. The moment we set foot outside we were going faster than any other werewolf should be able to go we were around the packhouse in mere seconds. 

We stopped our eyes searching for Fae, I scanned the area my eyes finally finding a small trail of blood leading to a large Oak tree that was near the clearing behind the packhouse.

Xoila didn’t catch it right away because she knows what this means and she’s too frantic to focus, I look at her and take her hand. She turns to me eyes bloodshot from crying earlier, the green in her Hazel eyes seeming as bright as ever.

•XOILA•

I looked at Stacy as she held my hand giving me a weary smile and I realize that she is being strong for both of us when she's probably feeling so broken. I meet her gaze and her worried expression turns into that of a sad one, she nudges her head in the direction of a small trail of blood. 

I feel the tears forming again and walk with her towards the clearing. My grip on Stacy’s Hand tightening, as we walked closer we could see Fae’s crumpled body under the shade of the Oaktree.

I let go of Stacy running towards Fae dropping to the ground to get a better look at her wounds. Her breathing was shallow and her hand was resting over her chest trying to keep pressure over an open wound. 

I let my eyes wander to check for anything else and then my eyes landed on something that was glistening with the rays of light that were peeking through the leaves. It was a large shard of glass that was going through her abdomen my first thought was to pull it out but then I remembered that she would probably bleed out faster.

“Stacy run and go get one of the pack members to help carry her to the infirmary we need to-” she always had a bad habit of interrupting. 

“NO!” we both flinched a little but Stacy stopped sitting back down. Then I heard Fae laugh followed by a few coughs and a grunt of pain “I don't want to waste resources” 

I was about to tell her we could still help her but she put her hand up. 

“Ah- no I don't want to hear it we all know that it's a waste of resources and I can tell you now that I probably won't make it to the infirmary with a large--” A fit of coughs and she continued 

“I've been impaled by a large shard of glass and I can assure you that the broken ribs and the punctured lung barely let me talk as it is” this lady had the audacity to laugh but winced 

“Ah, that hurt--” her breathing got shallower.

“Fae you don't have to talk let Me just go--” She reached out and grabbed both our hands 

“No stay and let me say this... I Fae Sleuthhound last of the Sleuthhound bloodline transfer to you Xoila Ardent and Stacy Noir of the Stark Pine pack the eyes of Midas”

At that moment I felt this flow of energy surge through me feeling the bond I had with Stacy grow stronger. She looked at me her eyes glowing gold and silver. I felt this new power making our personal link connection stronger.

As my body got accustomed to it I looked at Fae whose grip on our hands now felt weaker and fragile. Stacy looked at me and said what I was thinking earlier “Your eyes were glowing gold a second ago and... not to scare you but they look greener.” 

I felt my eyes widen a little in shock “well so did yours except now one of your eyes is amber and the other a clear silver” she smiled and said 

“like Mom and Dad,” I turn to look at Fae who looked paler than before realizing she had used the last of her energy to transfer her gift.

I met her gaze but she only looked amused, I looked at Stacy and I probably look just as confused as she looks. “You to always manage to be yourselves in the worst of times huh?” It didn't seem like she wanted to an answer so we stayed quite 

“It would have been nice you know... If you guys and Leah got to grow up together... I'm sure you would have been great friends” she smiled tightening her hold on our hands 

“ You guys have been the light in my life and my favorite students” I laughed feeling the tears and said, “We were your only students..”  I let out a shaky breath 

“ You hate people remember” She smiled and said 

“ I always love you two and I want you to--” She paused and said 

“Keep smiling Stacy and… Xoila you’ll find your home soon enough” she coughed and said 

“Goodbye for now” and with a final smirk, she closed her eyes.

I felt the tears run down my face and I felt Stacy shaking as sobs racked through her body. I realized it was too quiet and rubbed Stacy's back before standing up “ You need a moment?” 

She didn't answer but shook her head no and grabbed my hand standing up she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and then looked at me and smiled 

“What a way to start our birthday huh” my eyes burned with unshed tears and I smiled at her 

“Right could it be any worse”

I had the feeling I spoke too soon and smelled him before I saw him and then I heard him “It’s been a while runt glad to see you two are still intact” I felt Stacy stiffen and turned to face him 

“So mom and Dad Finally kicked the bucket huh?” I felt so disgusted hearing the amusement in his voice as he looked around surveying the aftermath of what had gone down. 

“How strange to feel a surge of power that comes with the alpha title” we turned to fully face him and he stiffened as well. His hair was dreaded the ends barely reaching his shoulders we locked eyes for a moment. Anger and disappointment ran across his face but he immediately covered it up with his usual smirk. His amber eyes seeming a darker rust color hardening and giving off a cold aura, now taller more built he seemed scarier than before. 

“Well Runt you and crack eyes over there should get started on the clean up with the rest of the omegas... can’t have this place looking like a dump now can we?”

I felt Stacy's anger and wasn’t fast enough to stop her from reacting 

“WHOOO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR CALLING CRACK EYES YOU DOODOO HEAD” 

I tried so hard to stifle my laugh 

You know no matter how serious the situation was I still really wanted to laugh. 

I mean DooDoo head? Really? This is why she’s my best friend who never cares who it is she’s always quick to defend. 

But in my moment of praise, I didn’t realize how close Cadmar got then I heard a loud smack followed by a thud. I turned to look at Stacy who was on the floor in shock I began to shake and turned back to stare at the eye of the storm. I saw his fist coming my way but like a deer, in headlights, I didn’t move fast enough and he hit me square in the jaw.

I flew back a bit landing on my back I sat up and brought my hand to my face and turned to look at Stacy who looked like she was about to blow her top 

‘Don’t’ She twitched and looked away from Cadmar so he wouldn’t know we were talking and then she responded 

‘Why!!!? This fucker just hit us!’ You could hear the anger in her words 

‘He doesn’t know’ and I also looked down making Cadmar thing we were bowing in submission. You could hear him let out a satisfied chuckle and then Stacy asked 

‘What do you mean he doesn’t know?’ I sent her a mental eye-roll 

‘Your Dad told us our training was never kept on file... Cadmar doesn’t know’ she mentally gasped in response.

“Get to cleaning” we heard Cadmar say so I stood up and walked over to Stacy helping her up. Then as we began to walk away I felt his hand forcefully grab my arm 

“And stay out of my sight” I felt Stacy was about to open her mouth again so a bowed my head once more and responded “Yes Alpha” 

‘We gotta lay low’ Stacy grumbled in mind but responded before he got mad 

“Why of course Alpha” He sneered letting out a low growl 

“Watch it omega” his eyes flickered between amber and black seeing that his wolf was demanding respect.

I pulled my arm from his grasp “ Excuse us now Alpha we have a lot of work to do” 

I waited for a moment and then he spoke “Beat it” 

I grabbed Stacy's hand and we left to go clean up with the others. 

Cadmar didn’t have a ceremony for our fallen pack members he simply instructed everyone to gather their bodies and pile them together with firewood. He had me and Stacy dig and bury the old alpha and luna, it took a lot of effort but this the help of some kind omegas we carried them to where my parents were buried. There was a spot next to my mom and dad so we dug until we hit 6 ft and placed them there.

We both paid our silent respects but I felt like voicing mine once the omegas left. “mom... Dad, I want you guys to know…” I saw that Stacy was looking at me “ That I'm leaving Stark Pine once I turn 16” I heard Stacy gasp 

“I loved the pack but its not my home and with the Alpha and the Luna gone I'm not sure I can stay  … I guess what trying to say is I'm gonna go, rogue” Stacy gasped even louder and I thought she would protest but instead 

“Not without me!” And I turned to look at her 

“Ah- before you say anything no I'm going with you because I ain't going nowhere without my soulsis and Cadmar hit me no brother would ever hit his sister with the intent to break her jaw” Looked at her a little sad and she smiled at me and held my arm 

“You promised” and then I remember what Alpha Amith asked of me and smiled feeling tears form in my eyes “I promised”.

With newfound determination “Don't worry we’ll come back someday when we're happy” And then Stacy finished my thought 

“This is goodbye, for now, Alpha Dad and Luna Mom” we bowed in respect. I looked at Stacy and said 

"Come on hot head let's go" and turned to make our way back to the packhouse heading to our new room. 

That was located in the basement with the rest of the Omegas.