Chapter Ninety-Three

Title: Flash Fire

Pairing: Garrett/Bella

Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?

Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.

Chapter Ninety-Three

Garrett growled low in his throat as he pulled his mate into his arms before whimpering. His beast knew there was no pain that he could sooth, no wound that he could heal and the ones of mind he cannot reach.

It hurt to know that all he could do was be here and hold her while she suffered more and he didn’t know what exactly had happened.

“I don’t know why you decided to go through with that plan if things were different. Did you not think that I too would feel the pain of your head being removed? Our bond is stronger than what others realise, what you realise but I feel your pain…Do you know how that made me feel? I just found you, I cannot lose you and this… this makes me feel that if you were able… if you were able you’d walk freely into the flames.” He sighed, his hand brushing back a strand of hair.

Flat black eyes peered unseeing up at him and Garrett couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes slipping close to block out the image as much as he could but it was of no use. “You and I are going to have a very long discussion when you are awake.”

Deep down in the depths of the numbness, the familiar ache of being detached Isa could hear her mates words, her mind screaming as she was locked in the torrent of all the things she had done. But she was so tired, she just wanted the fighting to stop… she just wanted Jasper to release the anger she saw and felt.

And her plan had failed; she had hurt her mate… She did not know that mates could feel limb removal, it never crossed her mind, never had she seen it happen nor had others spoken of it. She knew that there was a faint echo of your mate in the depths of your mind, like she could feel Garrett now and he was furious but held such great sadness. It ached.

It ached worse than limb removal… worse than the very change that made her this monster…

I’m sorry my warrior…

Author Note: Okay so as some of you may not know, I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk and well if you lost interest because of that then well… *points* there’s the door.




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