You have to be at your strongest
When you feel your weakest.

Pomelia felt her heart stop. Everything went into slow motion within the next few seconds. Her mate was walking back from their wrecked car, a smile on his face as he waved a bag of chips and Nick's phone in the air...then an explosion of fire.

The car had blown up. The car that they were just in, just sleeping soundly, and holding hands together...went up in flames. Her mate was so close that the blast that it knocked him off of his feet and he planted face first onto the road.

Her mate wasn't moving.

"War!" She screamed as she struggled to stand, almost falling to her knees as she did so. "Nick, please get my crutch," she pleaded at the boy who was focusing on his leg wound. "Nick, please!"

He glanced up to her, and his eyes followed the fat tear drops rolling down her cheeks. His head tilted to the side and he frowned, before stretching his long arms out to grab her crutch.

Instead of giving it to her while he was sitting, he struggled to stand on his own two feet before holding his hand out to her. Pom tried not to notice that one of the pants legs of his denim blue jeans was quickly being soaked with blood. She needed to get to War...

She took his hand and he wavered in his footing before he stabled himself and she was able to stand with the help of her crutch.

Pomelia was in pain. The jerk from the crash had her achy, the way she was sleeping in the car had her muscles stiff and not to mention her previous injuries were hurting too...but she pushed all that to the back burner and focused her energy on her sweet mate.

She called out his name until she was able to get to his body that was lying face down. Discarding her crutches and injuries, she fell to the ground in a mess of tears and snot. Pomelia never had to deal with things like this. It was just too much to handle.

Her vision was blurry from her tears as she tried to assess the damage that was done to her poor mate. His light grey shirt was stained with blood, little shards of the car window glass embedded into his back.

Not to mention the heat from the blast had tore at some of his clothing. She could see that he was only wearing one shoe. His left foot sported a torn sock that was soaked with his blood.

"Oh War," she sobbed out as she wondered what to do with him. She had to lay him on his back to check his chest for breathing...but then the fragments on his back would puncture his skin deeper! Pom was certified to deal with minor injuries...not this.

"Nick please help me," she cried out, as she began to wipe at her tears and nose, trying to get her mind together. If she were War, he wouldn't be crying, he would be brain storming and confident in what he was doing. She just had to act like her mate!

Nick appeared next to her, on his knees before grabbing his phone that was a few inches away from War's lifeless body. "Nick, please put your phone down, we need to get War on his side. If we roll him onto his side then you can maybe support him while I hear his heart to make sure it's beating," she explained to him as he was still typing on his phone.

Pomelia felt as if she were going to scream any moment...but then he placed the phone down and then a weird noise came from it. It was a dial tone?

"I don't know what you're doing but help me roll him please!"

Nick crawled to the other side of her mate, and then grabbed at War's shoulder. As soon as they began to rock War's large body to try and get him on his side, a voice that she recognized began to talk.

"Nick? Why the fuck are you calling me? You can't even talk!"

Pom let out a victorious cry. It was Alpha Khan! "Alpha Khan! It's Pomelia," she choked up. "We were in an accident and War is hurt! Please call Alpha Reese and ask him to come and get us. Please!"

As she waited for Alpha Khan's response she watched Nick and what he was doing. His finger tips were stained red... He was delicately picking the glass out of War's back.

"Well shit...Where are you guys at?"

Pom let loose a strangled cry. "I-I don't know. It's r-really dark and War isn't waking up." It felt as if a balloon was in her stomach slowly being deflated, letting out her emotions that she was trying so hard to surprise. "I-I'm scared!"

"Calm down. He's not dead, War is too stubborn to die now, he has you. Let me call Reese. Stay on the line."

Pomelia gathered her wits and pressed her ear to his chest. After a few seconds of trying and failing, she was finally able to hear her mates heartbeat. A cry of relief left her lips as she took her good hand and began to wipe at his dirtied forehead. "It's going to be okay, War," she whimpered shakily as she caressed his cheek and tried to hold her tears at bay.

"Alright do you see any landmarks near where you are?" Pom worriedly looked around. The only thing she could now see was the fire from the car, the light from the moonlight and the little amount of sunlight left. She didn't have night vision...

Pom chewed heavily on her bottom lip. "No. I-I don't know. I've been sleep this entire time. I-I'm sorry!" She was the worst mate ever. She went to sleep expecting War to have everything together...she relied too much on him. She should have stayed up and talked but she was just so tired...

Alpha Khan sighed loudly. "Little novice I'm not War so I'm not sugar coating shit. Get it together. War is going to be fine. Ask Nick if he can send me the location through his phone and I'll forward it to Alpha Reese."

Pom loooked to Nick who was staring intently at her. "C-can you do that?" He nodded his head. "He said he can do it."

She grabbed the phone and handed it to Nick. With one hand he began to press on his cracked screen a few times and then he set it back down in the middle of them. "Alright. I just got it. Sit tight, he's coming. It'll either be him or one of his warriors who picks you guys up. I'll text Nick the exact car that's coming to your aid."

Pomelia wiped at her tears, a new sense of hope sprouting within her heart. War was breathing, someone was coming for them. She had to look at the good of it all. Her mate was still alive and Nick was conscious.

"Thank you Alpha Khan. I will call you once we get settled in."

Instead of responding to her, he hung up the phone. She took the bottom of her dress and hiked it up a bit so that she could get it to reach War's head and clean his beautiful face off.

"I'm so sorry, War," she sighed out as she heard Nick doing something. She glanced to him and realized that he had his broken phone held out, trying to give it to her. His hands were shaking so bad it was as if his phone was about to fall from his hands. Concerned, she put down her dress and grabbed it, wondering what it could possibly say. Maybe he was in more pain then she thought? What if he was going to faint?

'Can you sing a song?'

Pom was about to object...before she stared at him for a few seconds. He was shaking and holding War up by pressing his weight into his side. Nick was also very sweaty. Sweating so much that his shirt was soaked with perspiration. He was just as scared as she was...

"I don't have the best voice...but I do know a song I learned a long time ago." She actually was sure that she heard it when she was a baby...from her mother maybe? Or maybe it was one of the priestess who watched after her. Whoever it was, had a voice that sounded like an angel. Nick gave her a small smile.

Pom cleared her throat and looked away from Nick...beginning to sing the one song she knew by heart.

"Little moon, little moon
I wish to glow like you
How I want your cleansing light
How in the dark I wish to not fright.

Little moon, little moon
You have command over all the wolves
The sea even listens to your push and pulls

Little moon little moon,
The sun is your friend
When he comes up, sadly it is your end

Little moon, little moon
Please don't fright
We'll be together again by night.

Once Pom was done with her song, she glanced back to Nick to see that he was crying. His shoulders shaking, lips trembling... "Nick..are you okay?"

He grabbed his phone and typed something quickly.

'Please sing til the car gets here. Your voice is so nice. I'm just scared'

Pom was surprised. She had never sang for anyone before so she wasn't sure if she had a nice voice or not. According to Nick though, she could sing.

To soothe Nick and also gather her wits about her, she continued to sing the song while cradling War's head as best as she could...

When her voice became strained, she began to hum it, glancing at Nick to see if he would object to not singing the words. He had a far away look in his eyes, he wasn't really paying attention to her at all.

While she tried to hum and keep an eye on Nick, she could hear a noise. It was a car. A car.

Pom began to feel relief before it quickly shriveled up and was now being replaced with fear. What if it were humans? They would call the human police. They would ask questions and then maybe even arrest or force them into a human hospital! What was she supposed to do?

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as a large white SUV slowly approached them. The lights dimmed a bit more and she took her good hand, holding War as tight as she could. She just wanted her mate to be safe.

The car slowly stopped, lining up right where they were. Pom gripped War, praying to the goddess that it wasn't humans.

The front window slowly rolled down and she was met with a pair of glowing eyes. A trickle of relief flowed through her. It was one of them.

"Pomelia, Nick and War?"

She nodded her head nervously as the man pulled The door opened and the first thing she noticed about the man was that he had a gun on his hip. His dark eyes roamed thoroughly over Pomelia, before lingering on War. Then his nostrils flared upon looking at Nick.

He had a pair of shiny black shoes on, a fitted dark blue shirt on and pants. He had a bit of hair at the top of his head, it was cut to the very edge of his skull. Was he a cop? "Um...Alpha Reese?"

"No. My name is Mach. I'm a cop around here, off duty right now. Alpha called me and asked me to do this. Any of you have weapons on hand?" The man questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest.

They didn't have any weapons! Or maybe War did. She really wasn't sure. "No sir, we d-don't have any weapons. My mate is a warrior and he's unconscious. The car-"

"-A warrior from the Bane pack? Sure," the man chuckled heartily as his eyes slipped back over to Nick. "And what about him? Who is he?"

Pomelia was becoming increasingly upset. How dare he ask such questions and then laugh at her mate! "His name is Nick...Can you just drive us to your pack, sir? Your Alpha trusts us. We are all in pain a-and injured."

His eyes narrowed at her before he began to open up the back door to his car. "Nick you can sit in the front seat, I'll let you two stay in the back. You can't walk can you?" He questioned, pointing towards Pomelia.

"I can. I have crutches." She smiled weakly at him. Pom really did desire to be picked up and placed in the car but not by this man. By War...she somehow felt like she was betraying him by doing that...

With a few calculated movements and steps, she was up on her feet, and the man by the name of Mac handed her one of her crutches. "Once you get in. I'll pick up your mate. What about you, Nick? You need some assistance?"

Nick shook his head quickly, looking at Pom for help. "Oh...he has a leg injury but he...I um think he'll be fine." Nick seemed more petrified that the man wanted to pick him up then when he was crying before.

"We..we also have bags down the road that my mate took from the car over," she told the man as he was currently not at all focused on her and what she was saying.

Then he cleared his throat. "Ah, yeah so if you get on the other side it'll be easier for me to pick up your mate and then lay him down."

"Ok. Thank you so much," Pomelia smiled at the man as she noticed his eyes were lingering on Nick limping towards the car. She wasn't sure what the infatuation he had with Nick was but she hoped he didn't upset Nick. He was very fragile right now...

Pom hobbled over to the other side of the car and saw Nick opening the door for her. "Thank you, Nick," she smiled at him as she laid down her crutch first then sighed, staring at the large SUV. It was so high up on the ground...she couldn't do it by herself with her bad arms and leg...

Biting on the inside of her lip, she decided on not asking for help. After multiple times, and Nick watching her from the front seat, he began to get out of the car to help assist.

With Nick's help she painfully was able to get into the seat. Once she was in, she watched as Mac struggled to pick up War. They seemed the same weight but War must have been a bit more...heavy than the man. She could only imagine if she had to help get her mate in the car.

He finally managed to throw War over his shoulder with a pretty loud grunt. Pom watched in fear as the man staggered a bit before walking towards the opened car door.

Officer Mach set War down in a sitting position, War's unconscious body leaning on him. "Im going to lay him down and flip him on his side since he's so tall. His head and neck might be in your lap."

Pom didn't care! "That's fine!"

It took a lot of maneuvering and some words that Pom really didn't appreciate him using before, War was inside of the car. She brushed through his hair with her good hand as Officer Mach made trips back forth to grab all of their bags.

"Damn Bane pack mutts."

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