The commotion in Usher’s room continued into the night. Greisy, who had been assigned by Mireya to watch over Usher, finally decided not to bother. She just made sure that Usher didn’t leave the room and that no one entered it. She didn’t care what Usher did in the room. She even let him rage and hurt himself if he wanted to.
“Don’t open the door. Whatever happens, no matter how loud it gets in Alpha’s room, you don’t need to do anything. Just leave it alone,” Greisy said, looking at the two guards standing in front of Usher’s room. “Do you understand?”
Both guards nodded simultaneously and replied in unison, “We understand.”
“Good, and don’t forget to contact me immediately if anything happens.”
After that, Greisy left. She walked down the long corridor, the muffled sounds of Usher fading in her ears. At that moment she mocked Alpha in her heart. Truly, he was pathetic. He was nothing compared to Alpha Torin. It was only fitting that the Nimbria pack took over everything here.
It wasn’t only Greisy who thought that. In fact, the two guards stationed in front of Usher’s room shared the same opinion. They didn’t say anything, but their eye contact and the subsequent grins conveyed their agreement. Especially when one of them couldn’t help but speak.
“It looks like it’s all going to be over soon.”
Meanwhile, inside the room, Usher felt exactly the same way. He, who continued to rage, felt that his life and his world had come to an end. The memories of Garth and Jemma’s deaths swirled in his mind, unable to be erased. When he closed his eyes, the tortured faces of Garth and Jemma immediately appeared, and when he opened them, the shadows seemed to materialize.
Usher continued to destroy the room. He punched the walls and kicked objects, making the room even more chaotic.
His hands were injured. Blood dripped and stained the floor, but he didn’t feel the pain thanks to the overwhelming sadness and remorse that washed over him.
Usher fell to the ground with weak knees. He supported himself with his hands, trying not to collapse completely. His head hung low and tears streamed slowly down his cheeks.
Usher was drained of energy. Weakness and emptiness only allowed him to lament his fate. Slowly his eyes began to fade. Exhaustion threatened to take over his consciousness. But suddenly the man’s words echoed in his mind again.
“Rise, for you have much to do, Usher. You must protect Vione and not lose yourself in regret. You still have a chance before everything falls apart.”
Usher’s eyes fluttered open with new strength. His once-weak breaths became deep and steady. His heart raced as a fleeting memory crossed his mind.
“It’s over, Vione.”
“What do you mean, Ayla? What’s over?”
“No, Ayla. It’s not over yet. Everything will be better soon. You don’t have to worry. Take care of yourselves.”
Usher didn’t know when he had met Ayla and Vione, but the memory was incredibly vivid in his mind. It felt fresh, as if it had just happened, and most importantly, he could feel the strong determination and belief spreading in his chest as he said the words.
The promise he made urged Usher to try to get up again. He forced his back to straighten and his legs to stand firm. He stumbled for a moment, but he didn’t give up.
“Garth. Mama,” Usher whispered as he held his breath and fought not to fall back to the ground. “I will surely avenge your death.” For a moment, the chaos in the High Court crossed his mind and he groaned aloud. Pain and suffocation came as he remembered the many injured werewolves. “I will soon put an end to this chaos.” He continued to drag his footsteps, and his destination was the telephone on the bedside table. “I promise.”
Usher grabbed the nightstand at the right moment. His knees trembled again, and it took him a moment to gather his strength. Then he grabbed the handle of the telephone. He wanted to call Cora, but then he realized that the call wouldn’t go through.
Usher grabbed the nightstand at the right moment. His knees trembled again and it took him a moment to gather his strength. Then he reached for the phone. He wanted to call Cora, but then he realized that the call wouldn’t go through.
But Usher didn’t give up. He put the phone down and looked around. His forehead furrowed slightly when he could not find his cell phone.
Usher sighed. His determination and faith were beginning to be disrupted by discomfort. His previously steady heartbeat began to increase. He began to feel restless again.
Garth was dead. Cora didn’t know where she was. Usher couldn’t reach Cora either. The fear returned, trying to eat him from the inside. I have no one. I am alone.
Usher tried his best to fight these weak thoughts. He kept trying to stay strong, and the only thing he could do was try to calm himself by calling upon his wolf spirit.
Usher froze. A fleeting realization hit him, causing intense fear. Then he asked himself. When? When did his world become so silent? When did he stop appearing?
Usher realized that it had been a long time since he and his wolf spirit had stopped talking. They no longer chatted as they had before. There was no longer a voice that often filled his head and…
This time Usher couldn’t hold on any longer. He collapsed to the floor and an immediate coldness enveloped him.
Usher’s lungs refused to work. He felt suffocated and his heart seemed to be pulled out with such force. Now he realized that he hadn’t just lost Garth and Jemma, but something incredibly important to his life. Something akin to his soul and essence.
Silence enveloped him. Now there was no more deafening noise, replaced by a deeply sad silence. Usher was thrown away from the meaning of life. He saw no more hope and light. All that remained was the agonizing emptiness and the painful void that destroyed every fragment of new dreams that tried to grow.
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