You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 71

I felt the spear on my shoulder get pulled out immediately before it plunged into Jarred's side. I turned my head to the hunter, hearing Jarred's howl and immediately killed him with my teeth. I felt the warm blood stick to my white fur and shook. My first kill.

I wasn't in shock long before I heard another shot and Eli's cry of pain. Abigail and Jet killed that hunter immediately. As one of the remaining hunters went to kill Abigail, Stacy stopped in with Charles to finish him off.

The remaining hunter's ran away seeing as they were weak and outnumbered in strength. Everyone shifted into their human forms, groaning in pain as they did so. I felt the pain in my shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut as I left my hand heal the wound.

Weston came over to me, pulling a big shirt over my head to cover my body. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards the group. Everyone was helping each other fix their wounds. Everyone was weak - those who were infected by wolfs bane were pale. Each one of us were covered in dirt and blood.

"When we get back, Danny will heal all of you. As you can see, she's a Healer," Weston said to the group. "I refuse any one of you to kill her or to touch her, understand?"

"Why would we?" Eli said, struggling to the take the bullet out from his shoulder. "Sure, we hate Healers, but Danny proved us wrong. I'm pretty sure we'll all accept the Healers. We need them, Wes."

The whole group nodded and turned to my mom whose sobs grew louder. "I'm so sorry, baby," she said to Darren, trying to pull out the bullet on his leg. He grunted in pain and stopped her fumbling hands.

"We'll have to do clean our wounds at home, where it's less likely to infect us some more," Darren said. "But, in the mean time, I'm sorry, Danny."

"For what?" I questioned. "I should be the one sorry. I led you guys here. I was the one who - "

Darren raised his hands up to stop me. "No, Danny, not for that," his eyes softened and a tear trailed down his cheek. "Dad's dead."

As I watched my father's coffin slowly descend into the ground, a tear rolled down my warm cheek. Weston kept a warm arm around my waist for comfort, which I was greatly thankful for. My hand clutched my brothers own tightly as he kept a straight face, not sure how to deal with all this quite yet. My mom sent us a sympathetic smile, rubbing our backs.

There weren't many people here at the funeral. In fact, the only ones here were my mom, Darren, Kelly, Weston, Sandra, and me. The sound of the heavy sobs of Sandra filled the silence as she trembled and collapsed onto the floor. I rolled my eyes. Just earlier today, she snapped at the lawyer for not giving her the amount of money she wanted.

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