For those who are joining from my two other Pack fanfictions, please don't think I'm giving up on them. I'm most definitely not. But this idea came over me, and I need to see how it goes. Don't worry, it's gonna be short, I believe. I'll finish OoaLH and PH as soon as this is finished. I just really have to write it. Brady and Collin are begging me, and everyone knows I can't ignore them(: They're far too cute!
This isn't going to be a happy story for the most part. The ending will be, but the beginning isn't going to make anyone smile as far as I'm concerned. I hope that doesn't make anyone want to give up on it, because I'm kind of pouring my soul into it. Reviews are always appreciated. Please, no silent readers. Thanks!
Pain ripped through the wolf's body as his Alpha was killed. It was terror, pure and simple, and it left him shaken. There was no one left, as far as he could tell. This coven was bigger, stronger, and they had killed them all. Collin found himself running, chasing absolutely nothing, and Brady could only sit by with his face buried in the sand. His friend, his oldest and closest friend, was slowly losing his mind, and there was nothing the young wolf could do about it.
Jake's body was lifeless when the found it, sprawled out in it's human form. He was ripped apart and only his scent could identify him now. Noses turned to the sky, both young wolves let out bloodcurtling howls that were felt by anyone close enough to hear them.
Brady sat up in bed with a start, sweat pouring off his body. It had been nearly five years, but the dreams never really stopped. If they weren't every night, it was every other night. He was so used to them, sometimes it only fazed him minimally to remembered that horrible day.
He climbed out of bed and walked to the living room. Collin was sitting on the couch, his imprint tucked under his arm. Collin had met Amy a year ago, and had been much better for it. He wasn't broken like Brady was anymore, which his friend was grateful for. Seth, the only other survivor of the Pack massacre, was the worst of them all. Once the strong, positive Beta of Jacob Black, he was now a broken, unhappy Alpha to Collin and Brady. With the Cullen's gone, no more boys were changing on the reservation. There wasn't anything for them to be afraid of anymore.
"Hey man." Collin said, his eyes flickering from Amy to the television every few seconds. Slowly, he stood up, laying her down against the pillow. He froze for a hlaf-second, making sure she was comfortable, and then led Brady outside where they could talk openly. "More nightmares?" Collin asked, leaning his forearms against the rail that enclosed the porch and giving Brady a sad look.
"Always the same, man." Brady said, running his hand down his face, as if that could wash away his pain. It was a terrible fate, to have to remember that night over and over every single day. But Brady never wanted to forget either. Jacob, Paul, Jared, Quil, Embry, Leah, and Sam were the strongest and bravest people Brady and Collin had known. If this was what it took to keep them in his memory, he'd tough it out for the rest of his life.
"Maybe one day they'll stop." Collin said, his voice lowering to a whisper. It wasn't something they talked about normally, and never so close to daylight. Collin still had them too, but not as much as Brady. Maybe once a month, if he was lucky.
"And then what? We forget about all of them?" Brady asked, tears brimming in his eyes again. "I don't ever want to lose that memory, Coll. They were are family." he said, feeling dejected once again.
Collin opened his mouth the reply, but they both tensed when they felt Seth approaching. It was never good when he came to them this early in the morning.
He stepped out of the woods and they felt the tension rolling off of him. Seth hadn't aged gracefully. His face was filled with sorrow at the loss of everything he once held dear to him. Leah had been a huge blow to Seth, breaking him into the defenseless guy they watched coming their way. His hair, which was chopped very short, was messy and sticking up everywhere and his eyes were void of anything significant.
"The Cullens have asked to come back for a short time. It's their annual visit with Charlie." he said, looking blank. It made them both cringe internally to see him so empty. "We'll have to patrol again until their gone, just to be safe." And that was all there was to it. With that, he left, not even looking back. Brady couldn't recall the last time Seth Clearwater had even smiled, much less felt anything at all.
"Do you think he'll ever move past this?" Brady asked quietly.
"I don't think any of us will." Collin whispered, pushing away from the rail and patting Brady's shoulder before going back inside to the only piece of real happiness he had left; Amy.
As long as there were imprints, maybe all hope wasn't lost.
As I mentioned, pretty depressing to begin with. Brady is really going to be the focus of this, because I just like him for some reason. Obviously, Collin and Seth are going to be important too. And so will the Cullens. I don't have a strict plan, but I know where I'd like to take this. It can only go uphill from here, just so you know. Nothing worse is going to happen, because the boys just can't take anymore. Please, review(: