Heartless Angels

Chapter 13 Jack

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Chapter 13 – Jack

I hate this f ucking pack. They had loved Oakley, reared her, praised her for the smart she wolf that she is. Many said that

She would be a leader in the pack. A force to be reckoned with. And then they turried on her. The second that they scented how weak her wolf was, they turned on her. Her best friends, the teachers that had encouraged her, the entire pack. Treated her like the f ucking plague.

I hate Levi. I won’t even honor him by calling him alpha. He is NOT my alpha. The only reason that I’m still part of this pack is so that I have the resources to find my sister. Once we have her back, James, Father, Oakley, and I are going. I don’t care where. F uck, I’ll follow Oakley’s lead for the rest of my life. Anything to make her forgive me.

I hate my father. Oakley was his princess. Everything that he cherished. Said that she reminded him of Mom. All the good and beautiful things about her. And he just took our word against her. Didn’t even listen to her. Just believed what we had to say and laid into her.

I hate James. He was her confidant. The one that she told literally everything to. He knew how much she didn’t want to come to Levi’s swearing in. Said that she had a bad feeling about what would happen. She knew, she KNEW that something awful was coming and none of us believed her. We were more afraid of what the alpha would do when she didn’t come.

And James had convinced her to. James had told her how much she had let us and the pack down, just like our mother had. He knew how much that would hurt her, hurt all of us, but her especially. She blamed herself for our mother’s leaving. The

night that she was supposed to get her wolf and she shifted into the scrawny mutt, she told James. Told him that our mother

had seen something weak in her, something that disgusted our mother. And she had left. That was her Goddess’ honest belief. Our mother left because she knew that Oakley would basically be wolfless and had found her so repulsive that she’d run away. Left every one of us, her mate, her sons, because she hated her daughter so much. And James had used that against her.

But most of all…most out of all the sh itty people who have physically and men tally hurt her. I hate myself. I could never

show my sister how much I loved her. Never had the strength. Never knew how. She was everything to me. All that I wanted to hold dear. She was my baby sister. The glue that held my family together when Mom left us. My reason to continue. See, not

even Father, not even my twin, made me want to live. At nine years old, I blamed myself for our mother leaving. Blamed myself because I had a fight with Mom that morning. She wouldn’t let me have some stu pid toy. Told me that I wasn’t responsible

enough, that it was too expensive, and that I would need to wait to grow older. I was so pis sed off that I told her I hated her. I

was nine and st upid and those were the last words that I said to my mother. I ran out of the house and never saw her again.

I wanted to die. I had actually been leaving the house that night. Was going to jump off the bridge over the train tracks

when Oakley had stopped me. She had gotten out of her crib and was sitting in our mother’s favorite chair, cuddled up and crying. She had seen me and run straight into my arms. “Dat!” she cried in her two-year-old’s voice. That particular

mispronunciation of my name would last until she was four. “Dat, where is Mama? I had a bad dweam. I need Mama to

na to sing ”

It’s how Mom used to calm us when we were scared. She would sing this song called “Dreamweaver” by The Steve Miller

Band. There were nights she would sing it to me over and over again until sunrise. I had night terrors as a child, so I heard the

song often. And looking into my little sister’s eyes, I saw our mother. I saw her pain. Her fear.

So, I took off my coat and shoes. And I wrapped my sister up in my arms and took her to our mother’s chair, where I rocked her and I held her and I sang. I sang as tears flowed down my cheeks and I held her there, knowing at that moment that Oakley had saved my life. That I owed her the very breath in my lungs and that I always would.

And I still betrayed her.

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I called her selfish. I called her a bi tch. I told her that she wasn’t worth the life that she had, had in fact messed up mine,

my twin’s, and our father’s lives because of her weakness. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I had…Goddess, I had wanted to protect her. I had known that Levi was insane in his need for her. I have known the male for years. I know from the look in his eyes that he was obsessed with Oakley. I had seen it with other things that Levi had wanted: beating a certain wolf in training, f ucking a specific she-wolf, breaking a record on the training course. It became a single minded obsession for Levi, one that he would not be able to move on without obtaining.

Thad thought that if I could scare her, It would convince her to take Levi as her mate. I had thought that our father badgering and berating her would make her accept Levi’s offer. I knew that he was bluffing about Brittany. He may have liked f ucking her, but she wasn’t his mate. He wanted Oakley. I could tell that based on the way he looked when he told us about what happened, his crazed expression, the preoccupation with anything that smelled like her. He may never have made her a luna, but he would have made her his, of that I am sure.

But then Oakley had stopped talking. She stopped responding. Wouldn’t even look at us when we came into the room, killed me. Literally hurt me so bad that I’d had to shift into my wolf and run throughout the night. Howled out my pain to the moon. Wanted to kill Levi, but couldn’t do anything about it.

It

When Oakley tried to stop eating, I nearly lost it. I had all this pent up aggression that I couldn’t let out anywhere without

Levi finding out. And I took it out on her. I grabbed her by the back of her hair, squeezed her nose shut until she had to open her

mouth to breathe, and then stuffed the food into her mouth. I did that until I was sure that she would feed herself. And then!

stood there until she finished it.

It was t

the night of the pack run. I had been taking my wolf out every night after Oakley had gone to sleep. And I wanted

nothing to do with this f ucking pack. So, I sent Father and James off and I stayed with Oakley. Sat right outside her room,

though she didn’t know. She couldn’t have known, because she wouldn’t have let anyone hear her cries, her whimpers of pain,

her screams into the pillow as Levi f ucked Brittany right outside her window. She vomited everything that I had made her eat so

that she could heal.

I began to stalk my alpha. I would know when Levi was f ucking Brittany, or one or both of the other two she-wolves that he

had on the side. One of them being Brittany’s best friend. And each time that he did, I would link either James or Father to

listen outside her door to make sure that she was safe. We all knew what was happening.

After one particularly difficult day for Oakley, I had gone in search of Levi. He had been especially upset after visiting Oakley

and she had refused to look at or speak to him. So he decided to f uck all three of his idiot she-wolves.

Oakley couldn’t keep any food down. Bruises developed under her eyes and where she clutched at her stomach and chest.

Scratches were all over her b*dy from her attempts to claw the feeling out of her skin. She had rolled off the bed, fallen to the floor. Didn’t even try to catch herself. Broke her wrist. Again. And then had beat her head against the floor so hard that she

knocked herself unconscious. When she had felt it start, she’d blocked the door by pushing her dresser far enough across the

door that we couldn’t open it. We couldn’t get to her before she had fallen on the floor. I had busted the door in just in time to

see her hit her head twice, the last one knocking her out.

Once we got her settled back in her bed and the pack doctor was there, I had gone to the gym. I had to get out the aggression that was roiling through my system before I killed Levi. And I knew that I could do it. I knew that with this rage, with my wolf backing me up at the pain that this as shole was constantly causing my little sister, that I would be able to kill him.

But that would only hurt Oakley more. So I had to calm down. I burst through three punching bags before I felt that I had

myself under control enough to confront Levi. And that’s when I heard the threat that he made on our father’s life when he was

talking to James.

So, honestly? F uck him!

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I began looking for Oakley on my own. Not reporting to Levi or the rest of the hunters. Just to Father and James. They covered for me, saying that I was searching nearby packs. But I had actually been going further into the continent. And I had tracked her to Corinth. I’m not sure where she is here, but this is the next turn off that would make sense for her to take, based on how frequently she had been turning off the road. My last lead dried up two days ago and I haven’t figured out where in the

city she is.

But it was only a matter of time. My wolf can tell that she is still here. My wolf can feel his bond to his sister. We just need

more time to sniff her out.

first.

And I will find her. I will find her and help her hide from Levi. He will never get her. He will never hurt her again. I’ll kill him