A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 43

He took a step forward, and I tried to back away, but I failed because my back was now pressed against the counter. He took another step my and heart raced in my chest and my legs trembled while they struggled to hold me up. 

Henry had related to Zion and me a few times, smiling and cracking jokes whenever he came over and I knew would never hurt me. This thing, however, might and I wrapped my hand around the handle of the pot on the fire and as he launched at me, I threw the now hot water and potatoes in the pot at him. The water poured on his face and next I threw the pot and it smacked against his head.

He growled out in pain and covered up his face. I took the opportunity and raced out of the kitchen, but I wasn't fast enough, because he caught my hand. I yanked it out of his grip and lost my balance, falling to the floor and blacking out.

.... 

My eyes opened, and I saw two people, more like creatures, bawling in the living room, which now looked like a mess. 

My vision cleared, and I rose to my feet. I identified Henry from the clothes he had on earlier when I allowed him into the house, but the other person I couldn't tell.

Henry launched at him, but he caught him by the neck and threw him away. He turned to me, his eyes glowing red, his fangs just as long as Henry and his arms and face equally hairy. The red in his eyes decreased, and I saw the hazel eyes telling me who he was. Come to the show. 

"Aaron."

"Get Zion and get out!" he growled at me and I didn't even waste a second arguing about how he was in my room or why he was fighting Henry. I raced upstairs with my heart hammering away in my chest and I hoped my son would still be in his room. 

I found him laying in bed with his headphones on playing a game on his iPod.

"Baby, get up. We gotta go." I yanked the bedsheets covering him off his body and he immediately sat up on alert and dragged down the headphones. 

"We need to leave, my love," I said, and the ground shook underneath me and I feared to even think of what could be happening downstairs. 

"Is it an earthquake?" 

I bit my lips and shook my head, not knowing how to respond to him. Henry, the man who was our delivery man and Aaron, his father, was downstairs tearing at each other and they looked like monsters. 

He yanked the torn shirt off his body and wiped at his blood-covered hand. "Listen to me," he started, but I cut him off. 

"Look what you did to my home. You turned my house into a graveyard." 

"We need to leave, Zera."

"We are not going anywhere with you!"

"Then you both will die here, and over my dead body, will I let that happen?" 

He closed the space between us in a blink and grabbed hold of my hand. I struggled to set myself free from his hold, but I failed miserably. "I'm sorry," he said, and my mind went hazy the next second and my vision blurred up.