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Mike’s P.O.V

I could not believe he actually did it. He finally killed my mother. THAT ASSHOLE!!!!! I wanted to scream and rage but I knew that would change nothing, it wouldn’t bring mom back. I guess my mind is still reeling from how fast things moved along. I mean from the day they put him in the cell to the day he was convicted took less than a month.

In the meantime Farrell has been a very good friend to me, and surprisingly I actually enjoyed his friendship and companionship. But what I missed most was having my mate there for me. It would have been awesome to have my mate with my on these dark days.

 Farrell’s P.O.V

I was quite shocked when Alpha Lawson announced that Matt would be put down. Like he was a rabid dog or something. I know I shouldn’t feel sorry for him but still some part of me felt sorry for him. That and the fact that Missy would walk away scot free while he didn’t. When I voiced my thoughts on this Alpha Lawson, said that her parents rather relocate than stay in the same place where they would always be reminded of what she had done. He also told me later that Matt had done a lot of worse things than kidnapping me; apparently he was also involved in an armed robbery, beatings and stalking.

That got me thinking about the fact if he ever stalked me that thought sent shivers down my spine. I was also asked to be there when they were going to put him down. My parents protested that, they say I had been through enough with everything going on. But I wanted to be there, I wanted this to end. I did ask if Connor could be there afterwards, I would need his comforting after everything was said and done.

The person I felt the most sorry for was Matt’s mother; she lost her mate when Matt was young and now she was going to lose him too. I really hoped that they would put her on suicide watch after this, because this is going to be a big blow to her system. I don’t think she’ll survive.

On the day they decided to put Matt down his mother was there with me waiting in the little sterile looking room with one chair in the middle. She looked up and noticed me for the first time since hearing they were going to put down her only son. Nibbling her lip, she looked around seemingly to find the courage to ask me something important. Then a deep breath signalling that she found the courage, “I know Matt hasn’t been acting right for a long time. Not that it would justify his behaviour, but I was really hoping you could forgive him.”

I looked at her shocked; she did not ask me to forgive him did she? But her large brown eyes still looked at me pleadingly. Like she thought I would actually forgive Matt for kidnapping me, because he didn’t agree with the choice I made. Just like a spoiled little brat, who would throw an anger tantrum because things didn’t go its way.

I let out a long breath, no matter what I couldn’t find it within myself and my heart to forgive Matt for what he had done to me. I do know she asked this of me so she could have some closer but I couldn’t.

Straightening my shoulders I shook my head “Sorry but I can’t find it within myself to forgive Matt for what he has done to me. Not only that but also the other things he had in store for me. I shudder at the fact.

Of course just as those words left my mouth two big, bulky men entered the room with a shackled Matt between them. He looked drawn out; his hair was greasy, he lost a lot of weight. The most shocking thing were his eyes; they were blazing with a fire that could make you spontaneously combust. There was so much hate in them that I let out a startled sound. In doing so making his head snap in my direction; the fire was instantly replaced with a tender look, almost pleading. “Farrell babe…” he reached out to me making his shackles rattle. I stepped back in fright.

The switch was too quick for me to process; his keepers tightened their grip on him. Forcing him in the chair, kicking and screaming. By the time he was securely fastened to the chair he had screamed his throat horse. His mother was whimpering and crying, eventually she was screaming against the keepers to release her son. She even tried to fight them. I just stood there watching; I couldn’t do anything or say anything. Even when his mother came over to me begging to get me to release her boy I could do nothing.

I did winch when the doctor brought out the syringe with fluid silver. It was the quickest way, and the most human one in my opinion. I am against torture, so I asked if they had silver and then inject it into his main bloodstream. Resulting in killing him within a minute.

When Matt saw the syringe he renewed his struggle against his bonds. All the while keeping eye contact with me. What creeped me out the most was the last words he mouthed to me before the doctor injected him with the silver.

‘I will always love you; I will wait for you on the other side.’

As soon as the silver entered his bloodstream his body jerked, trying to fight off the invasion of the deathly silver. The two big bulky men had a hard time keeping his limps down, even though he was strapped to the chair. It shook on its foundation, even the big bolts with which the chair was bolted to the ground groaned with protest.

After what felt like hours which were probably seconds his body stopped moving. The bulky men stepped back to let the doctor near to check for a pulse. Even though silver was used, it wasn’t guaranteed that he was dead. Some people had more resistance then others; it seemed that Matt was one of the few people who had some quite resistance to silver. The doctor found a weak pulse but a pulse none the less.

The doctor let out a breath “He has a very weak pulse, but it’s there. It’s not strong enough for him to survive. The longer the silver stays in his system, the smaller his chances of survival become.” He turned to look at Matt’s mother “If you want you can stay with him until he lets out his last breath. That includes you too Luna.”

I nodded “I came to see this through to the end.” Matt’s mother was less coherent, she was only sobbing now. She managed to say “I will stay until the end.”

“Alright then, this should be his final moments.” The doctor stated. Turning to look at the ash pale face of Matt. He kept his gloved fingers in his neck for the pulse, after a few minutes he pulled away his fingers. “The time of death is 16.45 on the 9th of February 2024.”

Hearing those final words Matt’s mother finally collapsed, one of the bulky men caught her just in time. He silently carried her out of the room.  With one last glance at Matt I left the room and walked straight into Connor’s chest.

Connor’s P.O.V

I was anxious; Farrell insisted to stay until the end. He said it was so that he could close this chapter in his life. Still I wasn’t happy about his decision, but Farrell was adamant on being there so I let him go. Even this I did under heavy protest and demanded to walk him all the way there. I was only allowed to take him to the doors that lead to the chamber. Even as the son and future Alpha I wasn’t allowed in. so I resigned to the fact that I would be there when it happened.

Instead I kept pacing up and down the corridor that leads to the chamber; I could hear mumblings and crying. What surprised me was that Mike came and said if we could talk. I looked at the door, “We can talk here I don’t mind.” Surprised by his statement and turned to look at him, I really took a good look at him. He looked awful; thick black rings under his eyes, hair a mess and worse of all he lost a lot of weight. To sum it up he looked like a wreck.

He sat down heavily on one of the benches that lined the walls, sighing as he did so. I said nothing waiting for him to speak; he rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know where to start.” He sighed. “How about the beginning?” So Mike began his tale about his brother’s death, his father’s abuse and his mother’s indifference. Up to the part where he found out who his mate was and wasn’t pleased who it was. It was Ryan he said, the senior from the junkyard gang as he calls them. Then he came up to the part about his parents; his mother dead on the kitchen floor and his dad not caring at all. After that he asked me the weirdest question of all: How did I do it?

I looked at him puzzled: “How did I do what?” he blushed and fidgeted “How did you just accept Farrell so easily? I mean you’re not gay are you?”

Ahhh so that’s what has got him so wound up; he doesn’t know how to accept Ryan and not lose his grip on what’s right and wrong.

Thinking back on it I said “If it makes you feel any better, Farrell didn’t accept me as easily as you think. It took him until the junkyard incident to finally accept that we were mates. Yes I know that it took us months to get officially together.” He mouth was gaping “It took you guys so long before accepting? I thought you guys accepted each other at the football field the other day.”

I chuckle at the memory of that day. “No that’s just the first time we ever spoke, I mean I have seen him with Matt and stuff but other than that we never really spoke. I have to say I was against him in the beginning too, I mean I always thought that Missy would be my mate but look how that turned out.”

He looked so lost now that I said something I better not say “The day they told us about what will happen to Matt I saw Farrell talk to Ryan, he might have told him a few things about you. Like that you don’t really know how to handle your situation and stuff. So it might be a smart thing to have a good talk with him, to talk out your differences and stuff.”

He just shrugged, which was Mike’s way of saying that he will think about it.

After a while what felt like hours I could hear metal groaning, and finally Farrell walked out. THANK GOD! I enveloped him in a tight hug, effectively crushing him to my chest. He let out a shuddering breath, and pushed himself even further into my chest. I looked apologetic at Mike; I really needed to take care of Farrell. He gave me a slight nod and slipped out of sight.

We just stood there for a while embraced until I heard him mutter something. “What was that?” he pushed slightly away from me, just enough so he could look up at me and said “She asked me to forgive him for what he did.” I blinked, and then felt uncontrollable rage surge up. I clenched my teeth “How dare she ask that of you after what did?”

He eyes softened for a bit “I told her that no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find it within myself to forgive him for what he did. The scariest part was that before they applied the silver to him he said he would wait for me on the other side. That and the fact he lived for another half an hour. He was trashing so much; I am surprised that you didn’t hear it.”

As he said that he shivered, “Let‘s get out of here, you must be freezing. Let’s go home, I bet your parents would want to talk to you about this too.”  He nodded “Okay but don’t leave me.” I looked at him shocked “Never!” I gave him my thick winter jacket and he seemed to cheer up a bit. He was walking a bit too slow for my liking so I picked him up fireman style and marched out of that damned building to the pack house.

Once there our mothers fussed about him, making him drink hot chocolate, which gave him some colour back in his cheeks. Never once have I left his side, unless I had to pee of course. Even then he demanded to be in the bathroom with me. So after all the fussing, I decided he should have a hot shower. It might help drive out the cold that seemed to have settled in his bones.

Seeing as he was blinking sleepily “Come on let’s get you some soup and then off to bed.” He yawned cutely but nodded his head. Not long after my mother walked in and came in with a tray with a damping bowl of chicken soup and some bread.  Meanwhile I dried his hair properly; once Farrell was tired he did everything half assed. Sighing as he finished the bowl of soup and some bread he snuggled into the blankets pulling me with him. I didn’t protest; I pulled him even closer to me, settling and arm around his waist. He settled against me and let out a content sigh and fell asleep.

Looking at his sleeping face, I brushed some hair out of his face and murmured softly as not to wake him: “I love you Farrell Carmichael and I will make sure you will never have to go through something like that ever again.” I kissed his cheek, closed my eyes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Alpha Lawson’s P.O.V

It was always a sad day to have someone put down, especially someone as young as Matt. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I felt a headache coming on and that was not a good sign. I was sitting at my desk at the pack house in my study when a hesitant knock came. It was Mike; he came a lot these days especially since the date for his father's execution hasn’t been released yet.

“Come in son.” The door opened and clicked shut behind him. The poor boy looked like he didn’t take care of himself very well. As I motioned for him to sit I could see a few bones pocking through his clothes which hung off him like rages.

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat he asked the question he did every day ever since the court decided that his father was a threat to everybody and himself. “Has the date for his death been decided Alpha?” I shifted around papers on my desk, looking for a particular one and found it. “Yes court has decided that your father’s death should be by silver particle treatment on the 19th of October this year.”

I could see relieve flood through him like a tidal wave, you could see that a burden had been lifted of his shoulders. “Okay thank you Alpha, but can I ask you something?” it was rare for Mike to ask anything of me, I just looked at him to continue. “If it’s not too much trouble I would like Farrell, Connor and Ryan to be there too.” He said while looking at his folded hands in his lap.

I could understand why he would want Farrell and Connor there, they were his friends but Ryan mystified me. “I can understand Farrell and Connor, but why Ryan?”

Why in the world would he be blushing?

Then it clicked in my head, the longing looks Ryan would give Mike whenever he saw him. Mike’s insistence that he didn’t need Ryan’s help with anything. It was clear to me; they were mates.

Mike cleared his throat, looking highly uncomfortable “We’re mates Alpha, but I just don’t know how to handle the situation.” “Do you want me to ask him or do you want to ask him yourself?”

He ducked his head further down to his chest and mumbled something that was quite a feat considering that even with my enhanced hearing I could only make out a few vague sounds. It most certainly sounded like he would ask him that himself which suited me just fine seeing as I had a mass of paperwork to get through with the new member of the pack and the death of two of them.

Those are the only two things that takes a lot of paperwork to get done before they are official. That also made me wonder if there was ever an Alpha dying of doing too much paperwork.

Sometimes I really wish Connor would be eighteen already so I can relax a little and watch him muck around with all the damn paperwork!

“With this you are dismissed Mike.” I waved my hand at him signalling him he could leave the room so I could get on with my business.  The door didn’t even have the chance of clicking closed before it was opened again and Eleanor walking holding a tray of coffee and some sandwiches, telling me it was already way past lunchtime. Sighing in defeat, I pushed all the papers cluttering my desk away making room for her to put the tray.

That was the great thing about Eleanor; no words needed to be said for her to know what was going on in my mind. That is saying a lot seeing she wasn’t using our private bond at all. Rubbing my shoulders she came and sat on the arm of my desk chair: “I brought you these because knowing you as well as I do, I know you would forget all about lunch. And in doing so, you left me to deal with the dealings of Missy and her family.”

I grimaced at that one that was not going to be pretty. I don’t think Missy is going to be very cooperative to the whole ‘we- are- going- to- rearrange- your- memory- so – you- never- met- Connor- scheme.’ “I have decided that they should leave after the midterms are over, I even spoke to the principle of the school where she is going to and he agreed that if she keeps her scores like they are there would be no problem of her transferring.”  She said kissing my cheek and walked towards the door.

Pausing for a short moment to look back at me she said “I do expect you down for dinner in the dining room without having to send someone to fetch you. Because this dinner is going to be with Farrell’s parents as a celebration of them being mates, so I expect you down stairs washed and cleaned up at five thirty sharp.”

I nodded my head; I struggled to hold back a Yes ma’am when she gets that bossy. That bossy tone reminded me that she used to be the one giving orders, seeing as she was the lieutenant of her previous pack’s searchers.

“She still has it in her hasn’t she?” came the comforting low voice of Logan, “Yes and I still have to hold back a spontaneous Yes ma’am and give her a salute. Even after all those years being together with her.”

“Well it’s a good thing you finished the tray because it’s now time for you to get washed and cleaned up to meet your in-laws for dinner.” He said picking up the tray and walking to the door. Seeing that his hands are full, I opened the door for him (this the oldest trick in the book to get anyone away from their desks) and closed behind us with a satisfying click.

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