7. Helplessness

Fynn

As I watched Mia, lying on the bed, I could see the sedative was already taking it's hold on her. Although unconscious, I could see the tranquil wave settle over her as her chest rose and fell indicating a sign of steady breathing. Her tense muscles from earlier seemed a little bit more relaxed than before. The eyebags underneath her eyes had slowly disappeared. In her state of relaxation, she couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything. She only laid there, helpless and vulnerable. 

I know this feeling all too well. I've been there before. It was a state I considered as pathetic. I had so many duties as Alpha of the Pack and to think I was wasting a second of my time just sleeping irked me a lot. Losing track of time, allowing it slip from your fingers knowing there was nothing I could have done about it was the worst feeling ever. But for Mia, I understood. Because in that moment of vulnerability, there would be no regrets, no expectations… only the blissful tranquility of the present. 

Waking up from her slumber would only mean waking up to the sad events she was trying to escape from. The sad events she wasn't willing to talk to us about.

My gaze didn't shift from her as so many thoughts crossed through my mind, so many emotions surged through my veins. Concern, fear then relief.

I reached out carefully, my rough fingers tracing her very delicate skin, feeling it's warmth. The memories from earlier flashed again into my mind_ the tears, the fear of thinking we were out to get her, and how she begged frantically for us not to hurt her. I clenched my fists in anger. Whoever made her go through all these would definitely feel sorry. But even amid the anger, fear still lingered in the delicate parts of my being.

What had happened to her? Why was she so afraid and why was she so determined to end her own life?

Questions swirled in my mind, but I pushed them aside, as I focused on the delicate woman before me. I would satisfy my curiosity later but in this moment, nothing else mattered to me other than her wellbeing 

As we continued to observe her, I couldn't help but notice the subtle details of Mia _the way her hair fell delicately across the pillow, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the peaceful expression that graced her features which only seemed to be evident when she was asleep. Her beauty that I doubted she knew that she possessed. 

Although we were oblivious about Mia, I still couldn't help but feel guilty about what had happened. Why didn't we find her in time? Where were we all these years she was suffering? Had it always been like this for her? My chest rose and fell with frustration and helplessness. But what is done is done, and the past is in the past. I would make it my life goal that Mia never goes through something like that anymore. Not now, not ever again 

My eyes blazed at the thought that the person or people who had inflicted so much pain on her were still alive and breathing. My knuckles turned white as I clenched my fists with so much rage that they were probably feasting at her misfortune wherever they were.

Every fiber of my being screamed for retribution; my mind was consumed by thoughts of vengeance against those who dared to harm the woman we seemed to have begun to cherish. My wolf growled, struggling to take over but I took a few breaths and released my knuckles, keeping it at bay. We would get our revenge, but not now. We had Mia to take care of.

Brynn, noticing a sudden change in me, looked I'm my direction and we both strode out of the ward. The last thing we both needed was Mia waking up to see an angry image of one of her helpers.

"I know you're angry, but we need to think with clear heads, Frynn," he suggested, with a firm tone. "We can't afford doing things in a rash way."

I didn't say anything. I only focused on calming my raging nerves. He probably knew I wasn't listening to anything he had said or saying, so, he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I am just as angry as you are, Frynn, but getting our revenge without any laid out plan will only ruin things for us and get a trail of enemies on the way," he pointed out.

"Since when did you start caring about our enemies?" I asked with a raised brow, slightly taken aback.

"Since now. Since she entered into our lives a few days ago," he replied.

"As much as I want to send them all to hell, we need a good strategy so we don't garner a new list of enemies on the way."

"Enemies be damned. I don't care." I said with conviction.

"We shall get our revenge, just not now. It's too soon." He said reassuringly.

"Brynn, I still can’t understand who hurt her this bad. She seems to have a lot going on, as if she is suffering from some kind of trauma that might have been caused since childhood and it's fucking her up. It hurts seeing how she flinches when we try to touch her, how she begs and pleads for death every damn time. It makes me want to go on a murder spree."

"What did Enrique say about her?" Brynn asked. We had asked Enrique, one of our most trusted guards to conduct a background investigation on Mia. How her life had been before we found her, her former Pack, and her family.

"He's still on it, I guess. He'll let us know when he has something," I replied.

"We need a full detailed report from her parents to when she was born and who she has been living with, and most importantly if she has a mate or ever had a mate, or if she was rejected," Brynn said.

"Sure," I answered. "Let's go to the ring," I said, to which Brynn followed right after. Some people would hit the club and get wasted to ease their frustration, others would have an all-round sex, but my brother and I would vent out our frustrations in the boxing ring.

The fighting arena was a vast expanse of land which buzzed with werewolves of different kinds. There were Betas, Scavengers, Hunters, and even Omegas who were the weakest in the werewolf line. But like I said, everyone who came here only came to vent while some came for the entertainment of it.

The spectators were located around the ring as they cheered the two werewolves who were currently fighting. Their curse and grunts could be heard as they exchanged blows and sent daggers through their eyes.

From inside the boxing ring, the sound of claws and canines could be heard, complimented by the occasional roar of victory or cry of defeat. Though, none of it was personal.

The boxing was over and myself and Brynn stepped in. Normally, we would do it privately, with just us and the manager around but somehow, the screams and cheers added to the adrenaline rush.

As we settled into the ring, a wave of cheers erupts, echoing off the walls and mingling with the pulsating beat of adrenaline. The crowd, erupts into a wave of shouts, whistles, and applause, as we exchanged blows with one another. I wanted to break bones tonight, but not my brother's plus it wouldn't be that easy even if I wanted to. 

With each swing, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed through the boxing ring. Our bodies rose and fell with each aggressive strike towards each other. In the heat of the moment, words were fleeting, and the only thing that could be heard were out grunts and growls, lost in the frenzy of the brawl.

Where some rooted for me, others rooted for Brynn. Emotions ran high, as the audience crossed their fingers in anticipation. Where some would bet their fortune that I was the stronger twin, the rest would bet their supernatural forms to argue otherwise as each blow landed was met with an explosive reaction, as if the collective energy of the crowd surged with every punch thrown. An hour passed and it was all over. The crowd disappointed that there was no winner but we only shrugged as we couldn't care less about how they felt.

I felt alive again. Then, I imagined punching the one who had hurt Mia.