The weak female tries to land a punch and I let her, the punch rather feels like a soft pat. Blood gushes more and more. She must be hallucinating by now. Lifting the knife high into the air, I scream to the other two. “Watch!” As soon as I feel their eyes on me I strike it deep into her heart.
One of the male releases a loud howl of pain head raised into the air whilst the other brings his wolf forth snarling banging his body upon the silver rods, watching me with utmost hate.
My clothes are drenched with her blood, droplets splattered on my face and I lick the remaining off the knife satisfying the thirst of my wolf. “I will not kill you two. You will watch her body rot with maggots eating her remains and you will not be able to do anything. Exactly how you made me feel with my male.”
Getting up I wipe her blood over my pants and look straight at the males. “It’s good that this ends here for if you had escaped and continued your generation. I would have killed every last one of you.” I say my tone strong and fierce.
With that, I leave them not looking back at all. I will see them again once I have buried my male. Giovanni doesn’t speak a word and neither do I. My mind swims in peace and I take a deep breath of fresh air. Elriam waits with a towel and I stop in my tracks. She doesn’t meet my eyes.
“I will see you tomorrow, Giovanni.” I tell him and walk to my upset beta.
Taking the drenched cold towel softly from her hands I wipe my face, neck, and hands keeping my eyes on her. “I am sorry.” I say and she snaps her head to look at me. “I don’t know how to explain why I didn’t wish to wake up but you knew.”
“Knew what, Alpha?” She asks, tone filled with hidden anger.
“That I was drowning.” I reply looking away and she walks to me grasping my face in her hands placing her forehead upon mine.
“What you didn’t notice was that we were all drowning with you.” She whispers as she brings me into a warm hug. I clutch onto her back coat snuggling into her scent as it comforts me whilst the cold breeze plays with the strands of her hair.
She hates having long hair but she hasn’t cut it saying she will do so when I have found inner peace and can return to the happy world I was in.
“Where is Ragon?” I ask her.
“Back at the villa. I think we should head back now, he should be waiting for us.” She says glancing at her watch.
Throughout the ride back home I remain calm, I don’t tear myself apart with thoughts that would hurt me so I don’t think at all. I keep my eyes forward the entire time distracting myself with the scenery and closing myself up. I am so scared that my body shivers profusely.
I need to prepare myself to hear what happened to my male, I have been running from it the whole day. But the problem is I do not possess any strength to even do that. I had used every last drop of it that when I need it the most I am left with none.
As the car parks in the driveway my heart pounds with severe anxiety in my chest, my mind grows fuzzy and all I want to do is run away again, perhaps to a place where no wolf can find me.
“Let me take a shower first.” I say to Elriam whilst striding into the villa not giving her another glance in fear that she may open up the subject of my male on her own. I had kept her quiet along the way, now that we are home it is bound to happen.
I scrub myself clean of the blood, pouring water in my mouth, eyes and hair as this wasn’t a normal shower. This was a shower of purification for burial. Some part of me knows that he isn’t breathing anymore, that I need to bury him. I just couldn’t… didn’t want to accept it.
A heavy sob leaves my lips and I weep, the shower encaging my wails hiding it with its sound. My fists bang the wall, my knuckles bleed. How do I do this? How do I grab that shovel and put him into the ground? How do I face reality? How strong can I be?
I scrub my body harder wanting to rather face the pain of the flesh than the pain of heart and mind. It overpowers me and drains me from within leaving me with no fight, only tears. Once my mind accepts that I am clean enough I head out to the room he is in.
I stop in front of the door taking a deep breath. The room is so quiet, Ragon would be reading to him by now but there isn’t even a single sound and my lips wobble. Ah, I want to cry again. I feel so weak.
Am I prepared to open this door? Am I prepared to hear the news? To see his lifeless body? My hand trembles hard, fingers shake as I reach for the handle.
“Open the door, Alpha. I am right behind you.” Elriam startles me as she whispers from behind me. Feeling her warmth taking it as my strength, I finally push down the handle.
The door opens slowly with a creak and I am faced with the room’s light. I bite my lower lip hard but don’t look up at all or even take a step forward into the room. I stand by the entrance body trembling, my right palm clutching onto my left wrist for support.
“Look who has finally arrived. You took your time, Luna.” Ragon speaks but I don’t reply. I clench my jaw tightly, he knows why I took my time. He knows I am still not ready to see Deimos. I need to look at him, I have to! But why can’t I?
I keep quiet and not say another word keeping my eyes on my feet. “You did not even let me explain today, Luna. She thinks you are dead by the way.” He speaks and I frown. She? Is he speaking to Deimos? Is he still in a coma? That means he still breathes. Oh, Goddess!
“Is that so?” Another low deep voice speaks. A voice I know very well. A voice that comforted me, once scared me, a voice I grew to love and protect. A voice meant to soothe my soul.
My breath is caught in my throat, my heart thuds with force and my mind runs like the ocean. Gathering my courage, I slowly raise my eyes from the floor to the bed. My eyes run up from the outline of his legs covered by the thin blanket, his stomach, his chest, my mark on his neck and stop at his face.
His eyes look at me with so much gentleness. So much passion and need, he looks at me as if I were his world that he didn’t exist without me, as if I was the mere reason he lived. He looks at me like I look at him. We see each other’s souls.
He possesses a soft smile on his face as he whispers in the voice I died all these months wanting to hear,
“I am home, my female.”