I stared at them, unknowingly conveying every single ounce of guilt I was feeling. I could feel everyone's pain, sorrow and, most importantly, anger. They wanted more blood. This was dangerous because all it takes is one riot and things can go downhill quite quickly.

"I... I know how most of you are feeling. Today we suffered a great loss and I'm aware that it's my fault, so if you need someone to blame, blame me. I can't bring back your loved ones, no matter how much I want to. But what I can offer you is closure, this man," I said, grabbing Jarred by his hair and yanked his head up. "He is responsible for everything, and trust me when I tell you he'll get no mercy from me. Not an ounce. He corrupted and destroyed so many innocent people's lives, including an eight-year-old girl! You tortured children! Children! What kind of vile creature are you?!" I snarled, getting angry.

The pack sneered their agreements. "And it is because of you that I lost my first mate, that sort of pain, the sort of pain you put me through... never goes away! And so your death will not be quick. No, in fact, I think I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine." I growled glancing towards Jerome, he handed me a large syringe filled with Jarred's special formula, his eyes clouded with fear, this syringe contains way more than he was injecting me with, so his pain was going to last for days weeks even, and I'm going to make sure I'm beating him as it's making its way through his system. I walked over to him and kicked him. His body flew backwards, so he was lying on his back. I then put my foot on his throat, making sure I was cutting off his oxygen supply.

"Don't." He coughed, causing me to smirk.

"Awww come on, you seemed to enjoy it when you injected this stuff into me, did you not?" I smirked, placing the tip of the needle at his neck. I could smell his fear, his anxiety, his worry, and this filled me with joy.

"Plea... please NO!" He yelled, I stared at him and he seemed generally frightened.

"You put everyone through hell, Jarred, all the people who you recruited, all those innocents you have killed, kidnapped and tortured both mentally and physically. You're a goddamn sociopath. I feel sorry for you, because someone must have really damaged you for you to have gone off the rails like this. All because a girl didn't love you back? You're sick! Death and destruction follow you everywhere you go. It didn't have to come to this, this was your fault. ALL OF THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! You killed Tony! You nearly killed Theo and worst of all is you don't even care do you?!" I yelled looking at his expression. He glanced up at me with a quizzical gaze. It was like for the first time he was listening, really listening.

"What does it matter, so I killed a few mutts, you do it all the time with what you call "rogues" I mean why is it different for you?" He snapped. I growled, stabbing the needle into his neck and pushing the liquid into his neck. He screamed loudly, a scream filled with such agonising pain I would've felt bad if it wasn't him.

"Difference is Jarred, the people we kill are dangerous, they kill without a second thought, they burn packs to the ground. We do not blindly kill. We may be predators, but we are not monsters." I informed as I watched him wither in pain, I slammed my foot into his stomach causing him to roar out in pain.

"STOP.... Just make it STOP... ple... ahhh! Please!" He cried. I watched him, really watched him. He was a sick, sick man, and I didn't feel bad about his punishment.

"Even humans have the death penalty. Two days from now you're going to die. And in the meantime... you're going to suffer." I spat, the pack cheered their agreements, I glanced at Seth and Donte, who I made my third in command. "Take him to the cells, sub level 5." I ordered and their eyes widened. Sub level five is where we keep the most dangerous prisoners, the mentally ill prisoners who like Jarred are sociopaths. And lucky for him, he's alone with his thoughts and alone with his pain as the concoction burns its way through his systems. I looked at my pack, who seemed to be watching me with awe, or in some cases a little anger.

"You're letting him live for an extra two days, why not kill him now?" Someone snarled. I looked up and saw it was Isaiah, he lost both his siblings in this battle, I frowned at him before I motioned him forward. He walked to the edge of the stage as I hopped off it. I placed my hand on his arm, an apologetic look in my eyes.

"I'm sorry about your brothers." I stated, he grew angry as he pulled away from my touch.

"Do you even know their names?!" He yelled, causing Jerome to growl at him. I held my hand up, stopping his advance.

"It's okay Jerome," I mumbled and glanced back Isaiah he looked like he was about to cry. "Emmett and Devin, you three transferred here from the Blue Moon Pack, four months ago you were all mateless until you met Zuri." I said, and I watched him hang his head a little.

"I'm sorry, Alpha." He mumbled I nodded, and he left, sinking back into the crowd.

After my speech, I spent the whole day with my pack, Jerome and Theo. Autumn was still in labour and it wasn't looking good they had to take her into surgery but she's lost a lot of blood. We were on our way to her now.

As we entered, I saw Jeremiah he was slumped against the wall his head in his hands. He was covered in blood, both his own and Autumn's. Theo held my hand tightly, I bent down and kissed his cheek. Jerome walked over to his brother, Jeremiah sobbed as Jerome hugged him. A rush of guilt hit me and I felt quite responsible for this. It was my fight. And she got hurt.

We stayed for another hour or so before the doctor came out. Drake and Tommy both stood there with sullen looks on their faces. My heart dropped. "Jeremiah, Jerome?" Tommy said, and they both walked over to him. Few words were exchanged and Jeremiah completely broke down. He used the wall to support himself and stop him from falling. I cast my eyes to the ground.

Autumn was dead.

Jerome looked broken as he held his brother. Theo tugged on my arm. "Why is dad upset?" He asked, and I looked at him, completely stunned. This was the first time he had referred to Jerome as dad. As happy as this made me, I couldn't bring myself to smile.

"He lost a friend little one." I mumbled. He frowned before hugging me.

"Ally," I said, and the nurse rushed over to me. "Can you take him home, please?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Of course, Alpha. Come on, little wolf." She said as he looked like he was going to refuse. He hugged me tightly before leaving. I walked over to Jerome, placing my hand on Jeremiah's shoulder. He looked at me and growled, slapping my hand away.

"This is all your fault! If you hadn't of been so stupid and gotten yourself captured, she'd be fine!" He snarled grabbing me, he slammed me against the wall. I shook my head at Jerome, who looked like he was about to murder his brother.

"Your right it is my fault, but that gives you no right to put your hands on me. I get it you're heartbroken, but this too shall pass you've dealt with loss before so do it again." I snarled, shoving him off me. He growled before he hit me. The back of his hand collided with my face, my head whipped to the side as pain flared through my cheek. I ran my tongue over my teeth, as my wolf began to surface.

"You didn't lose shit. You have Jerome."

"I lost my baby!" I yelled. Causing him to falter. My heart stopped as I realised what I had just let slip. I glanced at Jerome. He was staring at me in shock.

"What."

I sighed "I was pregnant. Three weeks." I confessed. The doctor had told me that I was before Jarred introduced his injections. I was so happy but also terrified because I was there and not at home with the love of me life and then his injection... it must have been too much for the baby to handle because three days later blood was trickling down my thighs telling me my baby, my child was gone.

"And, Jarred. He... he killed it?" Jerome asked, and I sighed, tears pricking at my eyes. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Jerome snarled and I could tell he was about to end Jarred's life. I stopped him.

"It's okay. He's going to die. Be here for your brother I'll go and leave you alone." I said.

"Bridget... I'm... I'm sorry." Jeremiah mumbled. I looked at him and sighed.

"It was my fault, this is all my fault." I whispered, turning away. I rushed back to the pack house, my heart heavy. I stopped for no one and I locked myself in my room. A sob ripped through me as I collapsed on the floor.

There has been so much pain, so much death and for what?! This was my doing. How in the hell was I going to right my wrongs after this? I just simply couldn't.

I cried for my pack, for the losses, for my child, I cried for everything. I had been bottling up my emotions from the day I was taken. No screw that I've been bottling them up since Tony died. I lay down, tears still leaking from my eyes. I was weak. I couldn't protect my pack, I couldn't protect my baby. I couldn't protect anyone.

I... I had to step down as Alpha. Who am I kidding I'm no leader I'm just a phoney nobody was going to respect my authority after this? They couldn't.

😌

😊