My throat is dry and I lick my lips. I need water. I don’t know where to start. Getting up, and standing to my feet would be the first thing I should do. That would be the best thing to do first. My chest hurts at that idea. He’s gone.
There’s no point in wondering about what I would have done, or what I should have done last night. I had made my decision and … as much as I was confused… I couldn’t do anything about it now. I couldn’t let it stop me from doing what I needed to do now. I had succeeded. I’d made my bed and now I needed to lay in it. I needed to go back home. I needed to get Ethan.
I hadn’t realized how foolish my plan had been. How crazy it was for me to leave Desert Moon pack and come here to Half Moon. I didn’t realize how stupid it sounded until now. The fact that I thought it was a good idea, I scoffed. I was on to something though because it had worked, hadn’t it? I grabbed Shane’s hand and squeezed it one more time. It had worked.
I just needed to go downstairs. That’s what I would do. The birds were chirping outside, and I nodded my head. I just needed to get downstairs. I don’t know how Ethan will feel seeing me, especially after last night. My heart lurched. He felt everything. I know he had to. The bond was in place. He was in pain and might still be.
I did what I need to do. I had come to Half Moon fully prepared to do everything possible to defeat Shane and I had. I had done that. I had used his weakness against him. My eyes filled with tears and I killed him. I did it. There was nothing I could do about it now and I needed to pull myself together if I wanted to get Ethan and I out of here before people woke up. I’m sure some had already risen.
The issue was Liam. I needed to convince him that I was … what was I kidding? Liam wouldn’t believe me and he wouldn’t listen to anyone other than Shane. I swallowed. The only option was to knock him out or kill him. I took a deep breath. I needed to move. I needed to do something, I needed to… as much as my mind is screaming for me to move, my gaze is still locked on Shane. Slowly, I let go of Shane’s hand and turn from him. I throw my knees over the edge, turning from Shane’s body on the bed.
My legs are wobbly as I stand from the bed. I gasp from the pain I feel from his lovemaking and tears fill my eyes. My insides are jelly and feel like they’re going to fall out. I wobble for a second before I straighten my back. I’ve cried all I could last night. I need to put this past me. I need… Who was I kidding? I would never get past this. I would never for-… I took my first unsure step and followed with another. When I got to the door, my hand wrapped around the door, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Don’t look back.
Don’t look back.
Don’t look back.
I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control myself. The need to see him just one more time was too strong. Turning back, I look behind my shoulder at Shane. He lays there like a king put to rest. The sunlight is shining through the window, lighting up all the dark corners of the room, and adding a glow to his skin. Curls adorned his side profile, his high cheekbones, sharp nose, and long eyelashes. I could see the dried blood on his mouth, the streak that had also dried on his chin and neck.
The sword stuck out proudly from his laying form and I felt like I’d been the one who had been stabbed. A stray tear ran down my cheek and with a sob, I dragged my gaze from him and turned towards the door as I pulled it open. I took off into a run as I headed down the hall before any more tears could fall down my face. A new emotion bubbled in my chest and I grabbed hold of it. I needed to feel something else than the pain.
I hate her.
I don’t care if it wasn’t her plan.
She was responsible for this cruse.
Was it a cop-out so I didn’t have to put the blame on Ethan?
Maybe but I wasn’t going to think about that right now.
I hated the witch, I hated Olivia. I hated the curse.
My life was fucked up more so than it should have been.
There’s no time to be in my head. I need to get him.
Come on.
Keep going.
I run down the stairs as fast as my feet will carry me. I run My breathing is sporadic, my chest burns, and my legs are surprisingly strong despite the fact that they were wobbling before I left the room, before I left his room.
As I run, I know it’s the dream but not at the same time. Has time caught up to the same point? It’s the dream but so many things have changed. I just know it won’t be the same this time. Shane won’t kill Ethan. We can still live if I can just make it in time.
Eventually, the stairs are behind me. I turn to my right and there’s the door. The door that wouldn’t budge. The difference is it’s modern and the pack is different but the scenario and the scene are the same. I swallow. Turning to my left I see the hallway. The same hallway Shane led me down last night after our date. Goddess, that had been just last night. Why did it feel like weeks ago? It felt like so long ago.