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CH1: The Choices We Make...

One of the worst pain someone can feel is a broken heart. But, what would you do if you had to break a heart to safe a life?

The roar of complete and utter betrayal shook the very foundations of the Hale house.

Talia braced herself, she bit her bottom lip before bracing herself for what she had to do.

As an Alpha it was her job and her job alone to protect the pack, but as a mother and sister it was her job to protect her family, even if her methods were a little unorthodox.

She cooled her expression as her younger brother raced down the stairs.

His eyes were wild, angry, crazed but she could still see it, the real reason behind his current madness, he was heartbroken.

"Where is she?" He growled as he grabbed a piece of paper by his side, that single paper that carried a familiar scent. Her scent.

Talia looked him over, her brother was a great many things, and he caused much chaos but he himself was always clean cut. Looking at him now, she almost didn't recognize him. His ebony locks were in a disarray his clothes wrinkled.

"Where is she Talia!" He growled again.

"She's gone."

"What did you say?" His voice was practically a whisper.

"She's gone Peter…and she's never coming back." She said sternly. She watched as his eyes seemed to grow brighter, too bright for the average beta.

His left hand that had held the paper trembled before it fell to the ground. She was unprepared for him to outright lunge at her; she stared at her younger brother with widened eyes.

"Your wrong, your wrong Talia, I'm going to find her and I'm going to bring her back. I will drag her back by her hair if I have too." Peter snarled punching a hole in the wall next to his sister's head before running out the door and into the rain.

Talia caught her breath before leaning down and picking up the paper and reading it.

Dearest Peter,

Leaving is killing my soul as sure as a dagger can stop a beating heart. It isn't easy to leave even when it's the only option available.

If there was no hope at all I would stay by your side and choose to die in the dark, for without your love I choose not to exist.

If I stay, I lose you for sure. If I go there is the chance of togetherness and a peaceful life with love.

I pray that you understand, pray that you keep our love alive in your soul, for that is our bridge.

With all of my love,

H.G.

Talia frowned there love wouldn't be the only bridge that connected them… but she had already known that Peter hadn't been told, there was no way he would have let her out of his sight if he had.

Talia had watched as his eyes seemed to grow brighter, too bright for the average beta. No if he had known about her condition she would no doubt have been chained to his bed for the next several months.

She sighed running her hand through her hair knowing what she would have to do, and not taking an inch of pleasure in it.

But if she didn't her brother would die, mentally and physically. She could feel it.

Talia sighed pulling out her phone, she would need to talk to Deaton about the preparations for the removal of memories.

Talia even though she was an alpha she flinched as she heard Peter's estranged cry out for his missing mate.

She would need to do it quickly before Peter cracked completely and went on a murder spree.

...because when I hurt you... I hurt me too...

Distance was all that mattered.

Helena wasn't stopping for anything and she sure as hell wasn't taking her foot of the gas for a little rain.

Her eyes stayed glued to the GPS display tracking their position while the world passed in a blur of red and white lights.

The hiss of the tires over the smooth tarmac was lost under the pounding bass of her preferred get-away music. Helena took a deep breathe, leant over and turn it up.

In that instant she lost the opportunity to evade a newly broken-down car without its lights off. Even if she'd been paying attention she would have chosen not to make the maneuver.

As it was she barely had time to brace herself before the air bags knocked her back and sideways. The car tumbled over and over into the central barrier before coming to an absolute stop.

Silence; it scared Helen more than the pain.

She shook her head hoping praying the other driver was ok, but she wasn't sorry. She wasn't sorry at all.

She pulled a knife from her boot before dragging it across her palm. She then placed her bloody hands on the wheel before let body drip around the car.

After she was sure her scent would be secure she cut a piece of her shirt wrapping it around the wound before making her way slowly out of the car.

She got a good distance away before she pulled out she most prized possession. Her wand.

She stiffened her stance and with a flick of wrist she whispered into the rain. "Bombarda…"

The car she had been driving and had driven off the side of the road exploded.

Helena eyes filled with tears. This was the best way to go. This was the only way.

She knew Peter wouldn't stop trying to find her otherwise. If he thought she was dead then surely they would too…

She didn't like it. She hand made its way to her stomach rubbing soft circles. No, she didn't like it at all, but it was the only way she could keep her family safe. And Helena Jean Granger would always keep her family safe no matter what.

With the sounds of sirens blaring into the distance she apprated to a place that she would feel the safest.

"Bloody hell Helena what how you gotten yourself into?" Warm green eyes and a mop of messy brown hair appeared by her side the instant she apprated into his home.

The young witch smiled through her pain as she stumbled into the warm embraced of the taller man. His scent calmed her already fried nerves as he slightly carried the same scent as her Peter.

"Remy, it's good to see you again…"