Chapter 6

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When Mac walked into the Clearwater house she was greeted with the smell of Sues amazing cooking and it instantly caused her to drool. All she'd had to eat today was to bowls of cereal and that was at lunch time, now she was starving.

Leah was sitting on the bench, stealing pieces of chicken out of the pan that Sue was using to cook the stir fry. The she wolf gave Mac a happy grin as she wondered into the kitchen jumping off the bench and walking to stand beside her.

"Seth's not going to be here tonight", Leah informed her as she handed her a piece of chicken from the pan, "he's over at Jakes".

Mac hid her disappointment well, but the she wolf was very observant and although the frown only graced Macs face for a split second, she noticed it, scowling at the thought that Mac was already falling for her brother. Leah knew it would happen eventually, but she'd thought that Mac would've given her brother a harder time than that. Unbeknownst to either Seth or Mac, the rest of the pack was betting on how long it would take for the two to get together, Leah was guessing a couple of months at the least. The boys wanted to meet her before placing their bets, which they would do at the bonfire tomorrow.

"I'm going to have to meet this Jake character", she said as she followed Leah towards the living room where Leah had been watching cartoons, before she got distracted by the smell of food cooking in the kitchen.

"You will", Leah said happily as she snuggled down into the couch cushions motioning to the spot beside her with a wave of her hand. "He's been asking to met you for weeks, I'm surprised you've managed to avoid meeting him for so long", Leah laughed, "It's hard not to meet someone when you live somewhere as tiny as La Push".

"If you hadn't noticed, I don't really get out much", Mac said, smiling as she watched Leah inhale a bowl of popcorn. After a few weeks of watching the girl eat Mac had accepted the fact that Leah had an abnormally large appetite and would eat anything and everything in sight in a matter of minutes.

"Well, we're going to have to change that aren't we?" she said, offering Mac the bowl of popcorn. She shrugged, taking a few pieces in her hand and throwing them up in the air, trying and failing to catch them in her mouth.

She pouted sadly as she picked them up off the ground, popping them in her mouth with a crunch. "I guess so. I highly doubt that I'm going to get a choice in the matter".

Leah grinned at her, "you are correct, I would've just dragged your ass out anyways".

Mac laughed, punching Leah gently in the arm, nearly breaking her hand in the process. The girl had arms of freaking steel. "And I completely believe you would", she said, rubbing her throbbing hand softly.

"It's what friends are for", Leah stated dismissively.

Leah and Mac grew impatient quickly after Leah finished the rest of the popcorn and so they spent the next half hour playing the funnest game ever invented. The aim of the game was to sneak past Sue and steal bits of chicken out of her stir fry, and not get caught. It was easier said than done because the woman had eyes like a freaking hawk and so one had to be particularly sneaky to win.

Leah was obviously at an advantage having years of practice at the game, and unknown to Mac having super sneaky wolf skills. She was fast to, which helped when making the short sprint from the living room to behind the bench in the kitchen, avoiding Sue who was sitting happily at the dinner table, reading magazine as she waited for her rice to cook. The hardest part was reaching up and stealing the chicken from the pan without scolding yourself or tipping the boiling contents all over your head. The game ended when Sue caught Mac on a return journey from the kitchen with her third piece of chicken, Mac squealed as Sue shot her a truly terrifying look causing both girls to sprint down the hall to Leah's room, where they were safe from her penetrating glare and her wooden spoon. Unfortunately the door did not protect them from a very well thought out lecture about eating dinner before it was ready and running inside the house.

Mac discovered several things that night, one, Sue Clearwater was the most amazing cook in the world, and two, never, ever trust Leah to watch your skittles while you go on a toilet break. She did eventually forgive Leah for demolishing her sugary treats because that was the sort of things friends did. And plus, Mac was one of those people who believed that revenge was a dish best served cold, vengeance would be hers, eventually.

Leah Clearwater would rue the day that she ate McKenna Greys skittles.


Seth was on patrol, although right now the Beta would much rather be at home, stuffing his face with his family and be getting to know his imprint better.

He was running patrol with Collin and Brady, and although he loved his pack brothers dearly, the two had a tendency to annoy the crap out of the older wolves they happened to be patrolling with. Right now that was Seth.

The Beta thought that the two could really use some lessons in keeping their thoughts to themselves, it's not that they weren't interesting or anything , it's just that Seth was getting really sick of watching Collins constant thoughts of some girl he got with a couple of days ago. Seth had seen things tonight that he wished he'd never witnessed and unfortunately for him, the horrible images would stay seared into his mind for the rest of his life.

The girl Collin had been with was blonde; she had pretty hazel eyes and a particularly good rack, although Seth didn't think she was half as pretty as Mac was.

Apparently Seth hadn't completely mastered the control of his own thoughts quite yet, as both of the younger wolves turned their attention to the image of Mac this morning, still dressed in her pyjamas, when she'd opened the door.

Brady had to agree, he'd always had a thing for brunettes, he thought Seth was pretty damn lucky. It was Collins particularly un tasteful remark about her "nice ass" that had Seth chasing the younger pup around the reservation border for a half hour, mentally abusing him the whole time, until he managed to catch him and give him a good chewing over.

Needless to say Brady enjoyed it immensely.

Collin on the other hand did not, he thought that the Beta was overreacting slightly; it was more of a complement really. The Beta was not amused, he failed to see how the younger wolfs comment could ever be seen as a complement to him or his imprint. By the end of the patrol Collin had a very sore tail and he was pretty sure it was a few inches shorter than it was this morning.


Mac wasn't sure about this and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, but she had never been good around a lot of people and from what Leah said there were going to be a lot of people present at this little shindig which the Clearwater's had so nicely invited her to.

She'd heard a lot about these people since she'd been in La Push and not all of it good. Just as well Mac had never been one to give a shit what everyone else thought. She'd heard good things about them to of course, mostly from Sue, but Mac was pretty sure she was bias.

It seemed to Mac that a lot of the people on the reservation didn't like Seth, Leah or their friends. She didn't get out much but when she did she often overheard people gossiping about "those boys and that Clearwater girl, running around half naked again", "doing drugs in the forest" and "causing trouble". Mac wasn't sure what Seth's friends looked like but if they were anything like him then she sure wouldn't mind them running around half naked, she wouldn't mind at all. As far as the doing drugs story went she hadn't seen anything that indicated that that was true and if it was, then it wasn't really any of her concern.

At first she'd tried to get out of it, but after a stern look from Sue, a smack upside the head from Leah and a serious talk over the phone from Seth saying that if she didn't go, he was dragging her there whether she liked it or not, she eventually caved. It was the look from Sue that made her agree, she made her cookies and so she didn't want to get her mad and cause her to withhold the little chocolaty discs of goodness from her, she didn't want to risk that.

Mac was dressed warmly, wearing a black pair of jeans and a thick hoody over her favourite Guns and Roses t-shirt. The pocket in the front of her hoody was an excellent place to hide candy. Seth was supposed to be here in ten minutes to pick her up, she'd said she would walk but he had insisted, stating that he didn't want her walking that far by herself and plus he was pretty sure that she'd get lost. Mac resented that comment.

It wasn't long until she heard a heavy, impatient knocking on the door, signalling that her ride had finally arrived. The noise caused the butterflies in her stomach to start fluttering around all over again. She walked quickly down the hall towards the door, humming a happy wee tune to herself as she walked.

Seth could feel her more. The better he got to know her the stronger the bond between them became. He wouldn't have been able to feel her nervousness this strongly a week ago. She was so jittery it was making him nervous.

He smiled to himself as he drove towards the bonfire spot, watching Mac fidget with the hem of her hoody as they drove.

"You have nothing to be nervous about Mac", he said, giving her a soft smile as her brown eyes meet his. He didn't have to be her wolf to tell she was scared, he could see it in her eyes and the way she fidgeted, unable to sit still. She was usually a lot louder than this, it was weird seeing her so quiet.

She gave him a nervous wee smile before pulling a bag of skittles out of her pocket. "Want some skittles?" She asked, completely changing the subject. The change didn't go unnoticed by Seth and he gave her a look that told her he knew what she was up to but he was letting it slide.

"Sure", he said, holding out his hand so she could tip the lollies into his palm.

It was silent for a while as the both munched on their mouthful of sweets. This silence was interrupted by a disgusted growl from Mac, which nearly caused Seth to swerve off the road it gave him such a fright. He watched her, slightly concerned as she scrambled to wind down the window, sticking her head out it as soon as the gap was wide enough and spitting her mouthful of skittles all over the road.

Seth watched her with a mixture of concern and amusement written on his face, as she settled back down into her seat, the window once again closed.

Mac blushed when she noticed the looks Seth was shooting her. She guessed that she probably looked pretty spazzy at the moment; he was probably really regretting inviting her to meet his friends about now. "I got a green one", she stated, feeling the need to explain. "I hate the green ones", she said lowly, her tone still mildly disgusted.

He smiled, unable to stop the laugh that followed as he watched her face turn from one of embarrassment to one of annoyance. "You went to all that trouble to spit out the green skittle?" he asked incredulously.

She poked her tongue out at him, causing his grin to grow even larger, showing off his perfectly straight white teeth. "Yes. Yes, I did. Their majorly icky", she informed him matter of factly.

"I have an idea", he said, trying harder to focus on the road, crashing wouldn't hurt him one bit, but his imprint was human, she was fragile and he wasn't about to be the one to break her. Not that he'd let anything else hurt her either. "How about from now on when we eat skittles I'll trade you all my red ones for all your green ones" he asked her, smiling at her the thoughtful look that had appeared on her face, "I happen to like the green ones", he added.

Mac gave him a suspicious look before sticking out her hand for him to shake, " you got yourself a deal Clearwater", she said happily.

He carefully took her hand, keeping the other one firmly on the wheel as he gently shook her hand. "It's a deal then".

It didn't take them much longer to reach the cliffs, where these bonfires were always held. The entire pack would be present, at least for a part of the night as they were swapping patrols so everybody got to meet the newest imprint. It wasn't every day that a new member joined the pack and so far Mac had managed to avoid meeting anyone else from the pack apart from Leah and Seth. She really needed to leave the house more.

Seth could feel the butterflies in her tummy come back in force as he shut off the truck, with only the short walk left until she met everyone, her previously forgotten nervousness had returned with a vengeance.

They walked silently along the track towards the cliffs, Mac lagging slightly behind. When they got close enough to hear voices she stopped completely. After a few seconds she turned around and started walking in the other direction. She was really hoping that Seth didn't notice.

Unfortunately for her Seth was very observant, especially when it came to her, and he had a warm arm wrapped firmly around her waist before she'd even made it three steps away. She squealed in protest, squirming as she tried to escape the firm grip he had on her. "Let me go Seth", she hissed quietly. "I will bite you, I kid you not".

He smirked down at her as he once again began to walk towards the voices, ignoring her attempts to escape and the quiet cursing which was flowing from her mouth.

"You are such a dick Seth..." Mac growled, freezing as she realised the voices had stopped, that Seth had finally relinquished his death grip on her waist and was now giving her an amused smile.

She turned around slowly, giving a small squeal of terror as she nearly died of embarrassment. Everyone was staring at her. She didn't know these people and there were lots of them and they were staring at her, the only thing that stopped Mac from sprinting away like she wanted to was the warm hand resting on her lower back, guiding her forward towards the group of people who were gathered around the fire. Mac spotted Leah first, she was sitting near the fire on a piece of wood beside man Mac didn't recognise. Sue was sitting close by, beside a man in a wheel chair, a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders to protect her from the cold.

"Everyone this is Mac", Seth announced to the still silent group as he ruffled her hair fondly. "Mac, this is everyone", he said happily, gesturing to the group, most of whom were smiling at her.

She gave them a little wave as Seth pushed her closer, heading straight towards Leah who was grinning at her like an idiot. Mac managed to refrain from pulling the finger at her for enjoying her embarrassment so much, she didn't want everyone to hate her even more.

She sighed sadly, plopping down beside Leah on the piece of drift wood and shooting Seth her best "I-am-going-to-kill-you-later-and-it-will-be-painful look". He just smiled cheekily at her giving her a wink as he sat down on the ground beside the man who was giving her a matching stupid grin.

"That was a great entrance Mac", Leah stated, smiling at her happily. "I tend to agree with you about the Seth being a dick part", She added, flicking a cheeky grin at her brother, who pouted sadly at the insult.

"You're both so mean to me", he said, sighing sadly and throwing a piece of wood into the blazing fire.

"You", Mac said, glaring at him dangerously, "are a major douche bag Seth".

Leah laughed at that, as did the giant sitting beside her. Mac was starting to feel like a midget around all these people and she liked to consider herself of average height for a girl, but she still only came up to Seth's chest, and just above Leah's shoulder.

"Oh, this is Jake", Leah said, gesturing towards the giant seated in between her and Seth.

He was sitting down but Mac could tell he was tall, taller than Seth, and he was at least six and a half feet tall, Jake must be nearly seven foot. He was well muscled, like nearly everyone else here now that she thought about it. He had short dark hair, smooth russet skin and a friendly smile, his dark brown eyes sparkling in amusement as he lent over Leah to shake her hand.

"It's nice to meet you", he said, flashing her a blinding smile. "I've heard a lot about you", he said, "most of it good too".

She smiled back at him, it was hard not to, his smile was infectious and she instantly felt comfortable around him, "Yeah, nice to meet you too", she said, not even flinching as his hot hand enclosed her smaller one, she'd grown used to the people around here having warmer than average body temperatures.

"Come on Mac", Leah said ignoring her brother's growl as she hauled his imprint up out of her seat. "You might as well come and meet everyone else".

"I'd really rather not", she said, digging her heels into the dirt in attempts to stop Leah from dragging her around the circle of people that she didn't know.

"I wasn't really giving you a choice", Leah shrugged, not even noticing her attempts to slow the her down.

There was no way Mac was going to remember all of the names of the many people she was introduced to, but several of them stuck in her memory. The first person Leah introduced her too, apart from Jake, was a younger boy though he definitely looked a lot older, named Ollie. He was quiet for the most part and sat away from the rest of the pack, alone except for the slightly smaller boy-man beside him, named Ben.

Although both of the boys maintained they were only fifteen years old Mac found this very hard to believe, they were both at least six feet tall and muscle bound, they had the same russet skin as everyone else, but herself, at the bonfire and the same dark coloured hair. Ollie looked angry, Leah said not to take that personally, he almost always did. His hair was slightly longer than Seth's or Jake's, the dark locks hanging onto his forehead. He wasn't smiling, he never really did, didn't really have much reason to, but Mac was sure that when he did, the kid would have a blinding smile.

It was weird but for some reason Mac liked him instantly, she felt comfortable around him, which wasn't something easily done. She hadn't felt comfortable around anyone but the Clearwater's, Oscar and Annabeth in a long time. She knew she had trust issues but after what she'd been through you couldn't really blame her. So it was weird that she felt so comfortable around so many people she had never met.

Ben was a happy person, you could tell that just by looking at him. In contrast to his constantly solemn buddy, the younger boy was nearly always joking or laughing; Leah had told her that he reminded her of a less annoying version of a younger Seth. Mac could see the resemblance; they had the same laid back attitude and easy smile.

She was introduced to the five tribal elders. Including Sue and Billy Black, who was the Man in the wheel chair, there was Quil Ateara senior, a rather grouchy old man who kept watching her carefully the entire night as well as Bens father, Tim Wilkins, and another, older gentleman called Barry, with a friendly smile who engulfed her in a huge bear hug and told her how lovely it was to finally meet her.

There were many other muscle bound young men she was introduced to that night but she couldn't remember many of their names. She did however remember the names of the women she was introduced to, Kim, a petite girl with full lips, pretty russet skin and eyelashes that most girls would kill for. And Emily, she was older than Kim, and she was still very pretty, all things considering. One side of her face was normal; the other was what Mac could only describe as ripped to shreds. Three long scars ran down the right side of her face, disappearing beneath her shirt. Mac hadn't been able to stop herself from staring, they were... gruesome, and for once Mac felt lucky. She was self conscious about her own scar that maimed the soft skin of her stomach. It could have been so much worse, at least it wasn't on her face where everybody would stared at it every day. At least she was alive... for now.

Mac could tell by watching everyone that they were close, they teased each other constantly, joking and wrestling the entire time, she had to say, it was highly entertaining. The night went on like this, with old Quil watching her carefully and the boys fooling around. Mac sat with Leah and the other women, it was strange seeing Leah so quiet, she hardly said a thing all night, she was fine until Emily, the lady with the scars started getting all kissy and cuddly with the man Mac assumed was her fiancé, Sam. As soon as that started Leah got... weird and decided she had to go.

Although Leah had healed somewhat in the last few years, and was on talking terms with both Sam and Emily, she still had trouble watching their very public displays of affection. It reminded her so much of all the things she had lost, that could have been. It's not that Sam and Emily tried to rub it in, it's just how they were. They were an imprinted couple and sometimes they forgot that not everyone was interested watching in their constant love fest.

Leah's sudden disappearance left Mac alone, sitting off to the side with Sue as she watched all the others fool around. Kim's boyfriend had turned up now and she was over by the fire with him, making goo-goo eyes at each other. It was mildly scaring.

Mac had been sitting happily, watching everyone else fool around and have fun when Billy cleared his throat roughly. Mac was amazed at how fast silence fell over the group, apparently when Billy Black talked everyone listened.

Seth gestured to her to come and sit beside him where he had taken his place by the fire. She gave him a pointed look, poking her tongue out at him as she wiggled down in between Ollie and Ben instead. The boys both gave her a confused look but made room for her anyway, Ollie just grunted, glancing at her before moving over slightly. Ben gave her an enthusiastic grin draping his gangly arm around her shoulders. Seth, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, growled lightly at the younger pup that was getting cosy with his imprint. He had no idea why she didn't want to sit with him, but he had to admit that it stung a little.

"Billy's going to tell us the legends", Ben informed her cheerily, wincing when he noticed the death glare the Beta was giving him, and would continue to give him for the rest of the night. He shuddered at the low growl that escaped Seth's lips when Mac snuggled closer into his side, trying to keep warm.

Mac was completely absorbed in the legends, the way Billy's rich voice painted the picture of the Quileute people, the wolves and the spirit warriors was amazing, his voice was filled with such passion and emotion that it made it impossible to ignore. Mac was fascinated, right up until Billy's voice dropped seriously. Right up until he started to describe the cold ones, those particular descriptions brought up some mental images that her mind had been blocking from her for over a year now. She couldn't help the wave of fear that washed over her as Billy described the blood red eyes and icy cold pale skin of the cold ones who brutally attacked the village. Beautiful but deadly, just like someone else she knew, just like the fuzzy images of her memories that had been getting clearer and clearer recently.

Seth felt the wave of fear washing through the imprint bond, and he watched Mac carefully as she stared into the fire, shrinking further back into the pup's side, he tightened his arms around her, shooting Ollie, then Seth a confused look as he smelt her fear. Ollie growled lightly, subconsciously shifting closer to her as the sour sent of an imprints fear reached his nostrils.

Macs heart nearly stopped when Billy began describing the treaty with the vegetarians, the ones that feed on the blood of animals rather than humans. For several seconds she couldn't hear anything at all, her mind was racing. The description Billy had just given fit her two protectors perfectly. She'd known, deep down she'd known that they weren't human. They were two beautiful, strong and fast to be human but she'd never admitted it to herself before. At first she was shocked, then she was annoyed, hurt and she was really pissed off. They were supposed to be her best friends, they were supposed to care.

Her hands were shaking, with anger or fear she didn't know. What she did know is that she wanted to go home and call Annabeth. They needed to talk. She knew there was a lot that they weren't telling her and she'd decided that needed to change.

She looked up to find Seth staring at her, concern written all over his features. Mac ducked her head, ignoring his penetrating gaze and choosing instead to focus on the flames in the fire pit as they danced and twirled, she was so busy thinking that she didn't even notice when Billy stopped talking and it was only when the two boys beside her turned and gave her matching worried looks, Ollie gently bumping his shoulder into hers when she didn't respond to his question.

"Mac", his deep voice rumbled from beside her. "Are you ok?" he asked her as Seth stood from his place from across the fire and started walking towards the three.

It took her several seconds to realise that nearly everyone around the fire was staring at her intently, for the second time tonight. She smiled at both of the boys, before answering, "yeah, I'm fine". She shook her head vigorously, attempting to clear her mind of the dangerous thoughts that were currently swirling around within her overly confused brain. They were just stories right? They weren't real, they were old legends. Definitely not real... She really hoped they weren't real.

Seth could hardly get a word out of her the entire walk back to his truck, after they'd left the bonfire she had said goodbye to everyone and told then it was nice to meet them, but since then she'd been completely silent and that mixed with the scent of her fear had him on edge and really worried. Mac was never quiet.

He sighed, turning to her as she buckled her seat belt. "Mac what's wrong?" He asked her carefully, gently touching her hand to get her attention. Her head snapped up at the contact, her brown eyes pools of worry, matching the whirlpool of emotions that were currently spinning around inside of her.

"What?" She asked, looking dazed and confused.

He sighed, running his thumb gently across the back of her hand. "Are you ok?"

She gave him a shaky smile nodding her head gently. "I'm fine Seth, tired, that's all. You worry way too much".

He frowned, his eyes scanning her face carefully, even though he knew, he could feel, that she wasn't. "Ok, let's get you home then".

Mac fidgeted with the sleeve on her hoody the entire drive back to her house, it was making Seth a little uncomfortable.

She whirled to face him as he shut off the ignition on his truck, that was now parked in her small gravel drive way. She was going to ask him something, more about the tribal legends, but she chickened out. First she would do some research of her own, because if they were right about the cold ones then maybe the whole legend was true. Maybe that's why there were so many damned wolves around here. It would certainly explain why Annabeth thought she was safe here, and why neither of her two friends would come within two miles of the reservation boarder.

She offered him an uneasy smile as she hopped out of the truck, "I'll see you later Seth. Thanks for the ride".

"Anytime", he said, giving her a blinding smile despite the fact he knew something was really bugging her. "Have a good sleep", he added before she slammed the door shut giving him a little wave as she ran up the path to her front door.

He watched her until he was sure she was safe inside and started the ignition, pulling away slowly from her house. He was racking his brain the whole ride home, attempting to figure out what had her so upset. She was fine and then the next minute she was scared out of her mind. The legends weren't that scary, especially for a horror fan like her. The emotions he could feel from her, from the imprint bond were swirling around inside him, they were actually starting to make him a little nauseas.

Her unease didn't lessen as the night progressed, in fact it got worse, and by the time she drifted off into a restless sleep, Seth was starting to get worried.


The man had blood red eyes.

He stared at her, his face contorted as he smirked evilly and advanced slowly towards her. She scrambled backwards, her back slamming into the cabinet behind her and knocking the pretty vase that had been upon it onto the ground. It shattered with a crash, pieces of glass flying everywhere as it hit the floor.

Her mother had loved that vase.

The man was leaving bloody foot prints as he walked, she didn't know who's blood it was, she couldn't remember, but she was so scared.

Her throat hurt from screaming. She screamed so loud, she screamed for help but no one came. The man smirked down at her and she thought that if he wasn't so terrifying, he would have been beautiful.

"Don't be scared", the man said, his voice velvety soft as he bent down and ran a cold thumb along the side of her jaw, making a soft disapproving noise in throat when she yanked her head back out of his grasp. "You're mine now".

She started, alarmed by the speed of his movements, a blur to her, as he picked her up held her shaking frame to his chest and spoke softly to her in a language she didn't recognise. He was so cold and his chest was hard, so hard that it was actually painful for her as her elbow dug him. That's when she realised that he wasn't human, he had red eyes, red like blood. He was ice cold and faster than her eyes could follow.

He wasn't human.

That's when the screaming started again, raspier and more desperate than before. He was going to kill her.

His pearly white fangs were obvious as he grinned at her sardonically. "I think I like you", he stated, more to himself than anybody else. "Yes. You I might keep", he added thoughtfully as he buried his face in her long dark hair, breathing deeply.

"You smell so wonderful darling", he purred into her ear, causing a chill to run down the spine of her already trembling body. "Good enough to eat", he added, his icy cold tongue flicking out to trail along her ear.

She was going to die.

It was that thought, mixed with the sickly sweet scent of his breathe and the freezing feeling of his tongue that started her sobbing. Tears slowly ran down her pale cheeks as she fought and wriggled in his unrelenting arms, desperate to escape.

He shot her an amused look as he headed towards the sliding glass doors, the ones that led out into the frosty night air.

They never reached the door, something slammed into her captor, a frustrated hiss escaped his throat as he released her, sending her flying, straight through the glass of the sliding door.

She heard the feral growling coming from the man and whatever had tackled him to the ground. She felt the glass shatter around her, cutting the soft skin of her arms and legs. She could feel her bones snap as she hit the ground outside her house, hard, and as she lay on the grass, her vision starting to blur she felt the pain. The pain of her arm, that was twisted grotesquely, the bone protruding from her skin, she felt the pain from the deep of cuts that covered her, especially the deep gash she could feel across her stomach, the blood slowly seeping from her wounds and forming a messy puddle around her.

The last thing she thought before she drifted off into blissful unconsciousness was, she was going to die, and she didn't even get to tell them she was sorry. She was so sorry.

Mac woke up with a scream, it took her several moments to realise she was in her bed. That she was alive.

Her trembling hands ran cautiously over the soft skin of her stomach and along the scar below her belly button, and then up along her upper arm, checking that she was in fact still in one piece.

She always had nightmares, she'd come to accept that. What she wasn't used to was being able to remember them, and quite frankly, she really wished it'd stayed that way.


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