The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 53

Mason

I help Elder Jason prepare the funerals for the ten claimants.

I don’t know if it was Jara’s command or if the others were just lucky, but the ones that were alive when the medics got here all survived their surgeries. Jara has spent the day at the hospital ensuring the survivors know she’s there and helping them as best she can.

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“This is exactly what I was talking about the other day, Elder Jason. Ten senseless deaths and for what?” I say as we build the ten pyres. I pause, wiping the sweat off my face. I’m not the only one out here. Many others are here. Several packs lost pack members this morning. Not surprisingly. Typhon isn’t here. I wonder if he’ll even show up tonight for the services.

“This isn’t survival of the fittest.” I say, continuing my train of thought as we work. “If it was, we wouldn’t be pitting omegas against ranked members, warriors against Alphas. It’s unfair to the weaker members of the packs. How is it fair to these men, who were here for a good reason, just wanting to find their mate? They didn’t even stand a chance.”

“I’m aware, Alpha, but my hands are tied. At least this year. I just have to hope that enough of you survive and change can be made before next year’s claiming.”

“Oh, I plan to not only survive, but to walk out of the claiming territory with my mate in my arms and my mark on her neck. When I do, you can expect that together, we’ll bring about that change.”

Elder Jason looks at the others around us who I know are listening. I don’t care. I don’t care if every one of them thinks they will claim Jara.

They won’t. I won’t allow it. She’s mine.

“Bold words, Alpha.”

I be if I wasn’t bold,

heard more sounds coming from the claiming territory. I can only hope that Elijah and my other pack mates are safe. I haven’t felt any of their tethers snap, but

inside and shower, changing into something more somber. I’ve made sure that Jara was sent food today, but I haven’t eaten more than a quick sandwich that I grabbed off a tray and ate on

before heading out. When I

already there. She must have found a place to shower, as she isn’t covered in blood, but she’s wearing the clothes T brought her earlier. They are too big on her, the shirt falling to her mid-thigh, the sweatpants look rolled up around the waist and the ankles but

give her support, hoping she’ll lean on me. She’s a strong woman, but she’s hurting. It takes everything in me to not pull her into my chest and wrap my arms

takes my hand, gripping it as if

are here, Typhon the notable exception. I think one of the dead pack members is his and he can’t

the names of those that died this morning and the packs that

and speak about their friends or pack mates. When it’s done,

we watch the fires take hold, Jara lifts her head to the sky and howls a sad and mournful howl. The sound of it slices through me, making my heart ache. Many males here lift their heads and answer her howl. From inside the claiming territory, several

fighting for a little while to give homage to their dead pack mates.

Jara

around her. “Were any of them from your pack?” I ask. I know one of the ones in the hospital is

mourns their death, just

ask her as the others move

me, and I can see the tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid, Mason. What if

dying.” I don’t want her to know

I don’t want everyone to

know my pack and Seth’s won’t turn on me. What’ s left of Alpha Antonio’s pack won’t either. There are