The Beast's Possession

**Zion pov**

She just...

That woman.. That witch! She fucking just..

No, I couldn't look. I couldn't watch it happen. No matter how strong I was, I couldn't watch someone attack my mate like this, especially knowing that the blow - it was meant for me.

Kala told me she didn't want me. She didn't want me as her mate or friend. She wanted out of here. And yet, she jumped in front of me and shielded me from the attack.

She knew what that woman was planning hence she could react while all I did was look around like an absolute fool. Before she could collapse, I caught my little mate and pulled her body to my chest.

Her body was completely limp and her skin slowly turned cold as the warmth slowly faded from her body. The pain hit me in my chest, aimed straight at my heart. Tears filled my eyes as I held her a little tighter and let out a deafening scream of pain.

The witch who attacked her just stood in the doorframe, watching my misery with her jaw dropped to the floor. How fucking dare she!

Anger, burning, red, hot fury took me over. For the first time in my life, I didn't fight it as it consumed me and forced me to act. It all happened too fast, but the next thing I knew was that I was standing straight and charging at the woman. Then, when I finally came to my senses, I laughed at the screams that tore out of her right when I pulled her fucking arm off her body. Limb by limb, I took them from her, starting with the very cause of my mate's demise. "You took her from me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as tears streamed down my cheeks. "And now, I will take everything from you. Every fucking thing you love and value, it's mine. I own it, I do what I please, how I want to, whenever I fucking want to."

"Kill me already, beast!" She screamed in between the sobs of pain.

Ripping off her other arm, I laughed at her screams again. I tossed the limb away and leaned closer to her face. "No. You will live. You will watch. And after I'm done with you, I will let my men have their fun with you. I've never been one for abusing women, for supporting the abuse, but you took my mate and from then on, you are no woman in my eyes. You're not a living being anymore. You are a tool I use to soothe my need for revenge, that's all." "Fuck you, beast!" She hissed.

"Not me, but you, yeah, you're fucked now and very fucked later on," I whispered and spat in her face.

As I got back to my feet, first, I tried to regain my breathing and ground myself. The guard who brought Kala here, I wanted to kill him too - he brought her right into the danger, but I knew he wasn't to blame.

The old man stood next to me, clearly shaken, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Beta Zion? She's breathing, I think it's best if you hold her close and warm her up. She's such a tiny thing, she needs you."

At first, I didn't realize who he was talking about. I really thought he was talking about Aife, but a moment later, the guard whispered, "your mate. She's a fighter."

At those words, I instantly turned around to see the doctors surrounding her. "S-she's alive?" I stuttered, unable to step closer and check on her.

If these were her last moments, I couldn't face them. Selfish, I knew, I just couldn't. Accepting that I lost something that I never had sounded like a true torture. I couldn't accept that.

"She's a strong one, Beta Zion. I think she can pull though," one of the doctors announced.

"And Luna Aife is fine. Whatever that girl did, it's helping," a nurse added.

I felt like a weight just fell off my shoulders. The witch was still hollering in pain, so I had to get the guards to take her to one of the cells. "Make sure you burn those fucking arms once she's locked up!" I yelled after them as they took her away. Not that I was an expert, but I had a feeling that she could use some of her magic tricks to get those arms attached to her body again. No idea if that was possible, but better safe than sorry.

Getting rid of the witch was one thing, but now, I needed to figure out what to do next.

First things first, I scooped my mate in my arms and carried her to a room. The doctors told me it was best to leave her in the hospital, but since one of the nurses mentioned it could help if she stayed with me, I carried Kala to my bedroom. There, she could rest and be surrounded by nothing but my scent.

Once I laid her on my bed and covered her with multiple blankets, I tip-toed out of the room and closed the door behind me, locking it just in case she tried to get away behind my back.

Now, I was sure she wouldn't get away from me anymore. She could tell everyone how much she hated me and wanted away, but if that was the case, she wouldn't have tried to save my life, let alone stand in front of me like a fucking shield. Kala was mine - soul, body, mind, heart. Everything. And I was hers. Sooner or later, she would have to learn how to live with the fact. After this bullshit would be over, I was planning to love on her so hard, she couldn't say no to her. If nothing else worked, I had a few ideas how to ensure I could grow on her. Like cancer at first, but later, she would learn how to love me just as hard as I already loved her.

As I returned to the living room, a few men still stood around, waiting for orders.

"What's the situation?" I asked.

"Well..." One of them started and grinned, looking at the guy next to him.

Raising my eyebrow, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and waited for an answer. I was the second in command, if war were about to happen, I sure as hell was about to take a massive part in it.

"The rejects escaped them. We caught them half-way back home. All of them wanted to come back home, so they did. Said something about Killian and his men claiming they were saving them, but all of the rejects basically flipped them off and ran away," as he told everyone the story, most of us started laughing.

Most, not all. I didn't laugh. As funny as it truly was, we still stood in front of a massive risk of whatever was about to happen. I wouldn't mind laughing and joking around if this wasn't a life or death situation.

"Are they entering the territory?" I asked, breaking the cheerful mood everyone had.

The men exchanged glances until one stepped closer and spoke. "The witches left. After that one snuck in and well, I think you know best what happened to her, the remaining ones basically waved their white flags of surrender and got the fuck out of there. Killian and his men still are around."

"Around or inside the territory? I need answers, precise answers would be freaking amazing, boys," I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. We needed a plan and fast. Without Bane, fighting them all off could be a little harder, but I was sure we could pull through either way.

"They were entering, but they retreated. We don't have any idea why they're still around, but his men are refusing to step over borders. They think this is a death trap. Apparently if a witch couldn't get rid of us all, they think they have no chance of survival."