Running outside with the others, I scan through the coats of the wolves, but I don't see Vic anywhere. I freeze, when a large black wolf with pitch black eyes stops in front of me. He dips his head to me, before sitting down in front of me. I stare at him, begging him to give me a sign that Vic is here, and that I just haven't seen him yet. But, all I get is a shake of his head, as he looks down.

I feel my breath shorten, and I drop to my knees on the grass. Breathing heavy, I feel the tears start to fall from my eyes. I notice Billie shift into his human form, after Merton threw a pair of boxers at him. "Kellin." He says softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be okay." He promises me.

I look up at him through teary eyes. "H-how can it be alright?" I choke out. "Vic's gone." I say. "And it's all my fault!" I break down crying. All of this is my fault. If I just put up with my heat, and didn't plead with Vic to mate with me, then none of this would of happened. Vic would still be here, and we'd still be back at the Pack house. Then again, there is still the fact that Austin and Alan's child is a hybrid, so maybe some of this would of still happened.

But, everything that happened, did happen, and now Vic's gone. And I only have myself to blame. And, now I'm by myself with our pups. How the hell can I live without him? The pups need their father. I need him. But, he's gone.

Eventually, I get up off the ground, moving away from Billie, before changing into my cat form and running inside and over to my pups. The three of them look up at me from where they sat in the small dog bed. They all seem to sense my grief, as they jump out of the bed, and huddle close to me, wrapping themselves round my front legs, and pressing themselves against my side.

Whimpering, I rub the top of my head against each of my pups, who were also whimpering, as they huddled up between my front legs. The pups don't deserve any of what's happening. Why can't the Cematos just leave us alone? Can't they just realize that not all hybrids are dangerous? They have to see that they'll only turn out to be dangerous depending on how they're brought up.

I owe it to Vic to prove to the Cematos that not all hybrids are dangerous. That our pups aren't going to become a threat to anyone if they're raised like any normal werecat or werewolf. If they're raised right, then they won't become a threat to anyone.

I'll die if I have to. To prove that not all hybrids are dangerous. I'll do anything to protect my pups. Just like Vic did. He said he'd die for us all and to keep our pups safe. And he wasn't lying. He meant every word of it. Just like I mean every word of it too.

I'll die for my pups.

It's been a couple of days now, and Tate, Ashery and Ryker aren't their usual hyperactive selves at all. They can tell something's not right, and that something's missing. And, that something that's missing is their father.

Ashery has been even more quiet than both the boys, and she has been eating and drinking hardly anything. All she seems to be doing is sleeping, and just, sitting by the window. Just hoping that her father will come running to the safehouse. But, as each hour goes by, and still no Vic, the sadder she becomes, and the more her tail seems to droop down.

Walking over to the window where Ashery is sitting, staring out the window her ears perking up, then falling back down again as a bird flies near the safehouse. She whimpers slightly, before looking up at me. As I sit down on seat next to the window, she jumps off the windowsill and into my lap. She cuddles up against me, burying her head in my shirt and whimpering.

I wrap my arms round her, and hold her close to me as she continues to whimper. I stroke a hand through her fur, trying to at least soothe her a little, but, it doesn't really do that much good. She and her brothers lost their father. At such a young age also.

Looking up, I notice Tré walking over to me. "How you feeling?" He asks. I sigh, shaking my head. "I just lost my mate." I say. "My pups lost their father." I look up at him. "How do you think I feel?" I ask. He nods, not saying anything else, before sitting down on the arm rest of the chair. "If it makes you feel any better, he put up quite a fight before they eventually got him." He says. "He died protecting the ones he loved. You and the pups."

I shake my head. "We've still all got the the price of death on our heads though." I say. "No matter what happens." I sigh, looking down at Ashery in my lap. "We're all going to be dead soon." I say.

"Doesn't mean we can't fight for what is right though." I look up as Alex and Jack walk over to Tré and I. "Kellin." Alex says. "Even though Vic is gone, it doesn't mean we just, give up on all of this and let the Cematos slaughter us all." He points out. "We've got to fight." He says. "You want your pups to have a life don't you? It's what Vic would want for them. And he wouldn't want you to give up. Even though he's not here with you. He'd want you to keep fighting. To prove to the Cematos that not all hybrids are a danger."

What Alex was saying was all true. We've got to fight. We can't give up. I don't want my pups slaughtered by the Cematos. I want them to have a life. A nice, long life. Not one where they're in hiding from the Cematos for being hybrids, or for only having a life that was a month long. They don't deserve that. And I owe it to them to make sure they don't get either of that.

We have to fight. We have to win this. Prove to the Cematos that hybrids aren't a danger, and they're just like purebloods. After all, some purebloods are a danger. It all just depends on how they're brought up.

Looking down at Ashery, then at her brothers Tate and Ryker as they walk over to me and jump up onto the chair and onto my lap, I feel a sort of power overcome me. One that's too be used to protect my pups at all costs. They've only got me now. Vic's gone, and I've got to be there for our pups. For the both of us. I can't let Vic down. I have to try everything I can to keep my pups safe. Even if it kills me. And, to be completely honest here, it probably will kill me. But, that's a risk I'll have to take to keep these three safe.

I look round the room to see Austin and Alan sitting on one of the couches with Nala sitting between them. Both Austin and Alan will do anything to keep their daughter safe. They'll die for her, just like I will for Tate, Ashery and Ryker.

The others have already proved that they'll fight this battle with us. That they're not giving up on any of this. They want to prove to the Cematos that not all hybrids are a danger as much as Austin, Alan and I do. After all, three of them are hybrids themselves, and the others each have mates that aren't the same creature as them. Except for Alex and Jack that is. And, Oli and Hannah.

I wish the Cematos wouldn't worry if someone is a hybrid, and just worry about if all the wererabbits aren't messing around with anything. We all know how much the rabbits just love to fuck around with stuff. Honestly, the wererabbits don't take anything seriously, and the only thing they're remembered for are being the jokesters of the werecreatures, or the, disappointments at times. That's probably why they're hardly ever mentioned in most children's tales that mother's tell their children. (I only just realized that I only mentioned wererabbits in this story like, once, then never mentioned them again till now)

Obviously, the Cematos do worry about whether someone is a hybrid, and they automatically deem them a danger, and sentence them to death, along with the parents. But, we're all prepared to fight with tooth and claw if we have to. To prove that, not every hybrid is a danger.

And, hopefully, we will win. And, no hybrid has to live in fear that they'll be killed for being what they are ever again.