Wow, I've gotten A LOT of requests to keep up with this book so I'm gonna try to write another chapter, see how it goes. 

ALSO

I'm very aware of the fact I absentmindedly made Jax and Elle "twins" even though there is an age difference  xD

OKAY : If werewolves are real let's just pretend that twins with an age gap can be real? Good? Okay, moving on :D

Hope this is okay, it'll probably be a little shorter, but hope this satisfies many of you

The car ride back is strange what with Elijah being here while I'm catching up with Jax and Sarah.

"I still can't believe the Moon Goddess was cruel enough to mate you to him," Jax muttered under his breath. Sarah leaned harder into him and his arms squeezed her tight. I frowned and glanced at Elijah. Baine was his alpha and as much as I hated him, I would be me if I didn't take in other people's feelings on things. 

He simply shrugged.

"Who else? Who else is left? How many are left?" I can't help but ask. Sarah's eyes go wide and she begins to fiddle with the seatbelt. Jax's jaw clenches incredibly hard.

"Guys?"

"Just us, plus a kid. They didn't kill him. He's around at least 7..." he trailed off, shutting his eyes closed. I freeze in my seat and feel numb. 

"A-and Dad?" I muttered. Jax glared at Elijah as tears brimmed his eyes. "Dead."

I clasp my hand over my mouth and feel my own tears threatening to pour out. Sarah stifles a sob. I know she wants to come off as strong, but it's going to be hard here. 

"We're back," Elijah murmured. 

"How did you do it?" Sarah asked when the car came to a stop. Elijah looked in the rear view mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"How did you kill them all, and not care?" Her eyes are red and I see just how much the past few days have really aged her, especially being without her mate. Her brokenness makes me feel weaker than I am. He doesn't respond, and simply clenches his jaw like Jax.

I don't want a reminder of what we all had to live through, so I open the door and get out. The fresh air doesn't help. Everything is starting to hurt. My parents are gone. I absentmindedly reach for the necklace my mother gave to me right before she died.

Her image is imprinted in my brain. The way her neck was tore into, with blood flowing out of her and seeping into her hair. 

Sarah and my brother come to me in an instant. Sarah's eyes are tear stained and I know she's different now. She was once so strong, so brave and fearless. All of those redeeming qualities that made me admire her left nothing but a dull memory in my mind. Her eyes didn't shine anymore, and I was sure mine couldn't either.

As her arms wrapped around me, I felt like my walls came tumbling down. I was alone for a few days here on my own, and I wasn't allowed to really break down. Jax held us together, like he was our glue, allowing me and Sarah to sob.

I didn't know where Elijah was, I didn't care. Another sob raked through me body and left my breathless. I began to hyperventilate and I couldn't breathe. They're all dead. They're gone. Mom and dad, Sarah's parents. And the cruel irony, we're all living with them.

"I can't, breathe," I rasp, clawing the air as I fall down like a limp noodle. 

"Elle!" Jax called, but it sounded like we were underwater. My head felt hot, too hot and I felt a numbing sensation in my palms. 

"What the hell is this?" Someone shouted from afar. I knew who it was, and it only made my panic attack worse. I was hunched over, on all fours still in my human form, sputtering and coughing at my lack of air. Sarah and Jax were trying to help me up but soon their arms were pried away from me.

"Alpha Baine," Elijah remarked. 

"Alpha Baine?" Jax growled, and I heard a whimper from Sarah. I couldn't focus on anything, everything was happening too fast. I see it. I see all of it. There are dead wolves everywhere, and humans slain alongside them. Blood is pouring out of everyone and by now the whole camp smells like copper. 

Growls are heard, but they lack ferocity from our pack. I turn but in front of me is my mother's dead face, caked with dirt and grime. Her blood is covering her body now that it's no longer inside her. I wanted to scream and help her, but she's gone, they're all gone. Everyone is gone! They're dead! I want to die. I want it so bad, it hurts. I'm hurting. It hurts so much, I want to die. I want the pain to go away, but it won't.

Baine's POV***

"She's having a panic attack, someone help her!" Her brother, Jax, shouts as his mate clings to his arm. Elle is on the ground, clawing at the air and screaming bloody murder, I've never seen anything like it. 

"Elle!" I bend down and grab her arms but she struggles and I know she's not with us mentally. "It's not real!" I shout in her face, but she continues to scream. "They're killing them! They're killing them!" She screams over and over in blood curdling screams. 

I do the only thing I can do, and bring my hand to her cheek in a fast manner. The slap is loud and hard, I know she'll feel it later. She immediately tenses up and freezes.

"Why did you have to kill them? Why can't you kill me? I want to die, kill me, I want you to kill me," She's whispering a string of words that we can all hear due to our senses. Her words send my heart thrumming.

"Get away from you bastard!" Jax snarls before pushing me to the side. I nearly attack him, but Elijah holds my arm back.

"She's passed out." Is all he can say. I turn my head to notice it is true, her eyes, while still wide open, are distant and she isn't moving. If it weren't for her chest slightly rising and falling, anyone would think she's dead. 

"Elle!" His mate screeches and rushes to her side, cradling her head in her arms. She's also crying while Jax is growling at me. "Don't you ever touch her," He says, using his Alpha tone. I'm shocked he has one, but considering he was next in line for the lead, he'd obviously have that. I growl back at him.

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Elle's POV***

I turn in my sleep. "Honey," She says, and my heart pounds in pain. "Mom?" I ask, my voice is a hoarse whisper. I want to cry at her voice, her sweet, fragile voice.

"You're not alone," She says, but I can't see her. 

"I am alone," I mutter, falling to my knees.

"The necklace. It's special, and it runs in our family like an heirloom."

Her body begins to appear in front of me and I take in her appearance. This is how I want to remember her, as herself and not mauled. I want to hug her, but I'm scared she'll disappear. I can't help myself and I run into her arms, which thankfully wrap around me.

"I love you Mom," I begin to cry. "Oh Honey, I love you too. But," She pushed me away, "you must be brave, you must. Do not let this necklace get into the wrong hands. It's how me and you are communicating right now, through your dreams."

"I don't understand, is this real?" I asked.

"Yes, but unfortunately, I can no longer see you anymore in person. I will not come after every dream, but you may see others."

"What about Dad?" My voice cracks. "Did your bother not tell you?" She asked, wiping a stray hair from my face. I savor her touch for it feels so real.

"What? What happened?"

"He escaped."

"B-but he said-"

She begins to fade and so does my dream when I hear someone call my name. "No, Mom, I'm not ready to go, I need you please, I can't do this on my own!" I hurry before she fades and as she does so, she smiles.