Hi everyone! I hope you guys have it in your hearts to forgive me for leaving you with such a horribley evil cliffe. Think of this chapter as an extremely late holiday present. I also apologize for giving you this sucky and short filler chappie but after this the real action and suspense starts! Cross my heart. Happy Holidays!
Fang. God, why! Today of all days, why! I wanted to scream out the anguish I felt inside. I wanted to kill those Itex bastards I thought I had killed so long ago. I wanted to save my fiancée. I wanted to do a lot of stuff. But, of course, I couldn't do any of those things yet. I still had a flock to take care of.
"Report!" I called through the nearly empty church not allowing the hysteria that I held in my mind leak into my voice.
"Couple of bruises and scrapes but I'm okay," I heard my baby girl call from across the room trying unsuccessfully to hide the panic in her voice.
"I dislocated a shoulder but I popped it back in already," Gazzy called as Aldara rubbed his sore shoulder.
"I have a couple of scratches but I'm fine," Aldara said stopping her massage for a moment and then getting back to it with encouragement from Gazzy. I took a look at what Aldara classified as "a couple of scratches" since I didn't really know her fighting style and pain tolerance yet. I looked her up and down quickly taking in the details. She had some shallow claw marks near her stomach and down her right thigh. She seemed perfectly content waiting for Iggy to come around with a first aid kit we had dug up from a back room in the church. I could see in her face though the effort it took to not scream as she walked across the room to talk to Nudge wincing with every step.
"I'm pretty banged up but I'm fine, Max," Nudge called breaking off her conversation with Aldara for a moment to respond.
"I had a bloody nose and some bruises but I'm okay." Iggy called as he disinfected Aldara's cuts trying to be gentle. Mom, Jeb, and Ella had managed to escape from the fight unscathed and were at home already preparing clothes and packs. Jeb was getting a few "contacts" to figure out where my almost-husband was. We were all going to break into a place we never wanted to be near again. The headquarters of Itex.