heart break
346 Words
My head heavy as I opened my eyes. Every where was so quiet too quite to be real
No wind. No voices. Just the sterile whiteness of an unfamiliar ceiling. I blinked slowly, feeling a dull ache bloom at the base of my skull. My body felt… wrong. Lighter. Cleaner. Too clean.
I sat up in a bed I didn't recognize, soft cotton sheets tucked over me, my skin free of the blood, mud, and ash from the night before. My fingernails were scrubbed, my hair combed and tied back. My clothes were gone, replaced with a soft nightgown that felt like it didn’t belong to me.
The scent of lavender lingered faintly in the room, too calm for what was storming inside me.
Then it came back.
The screams.
Mum’s cry splitting the night like a whip. My father’s roar of defiance. The tearing of flesh. Blood soaking the ground beneath them. My feet stuck in place as shadows danced in firelight. My own scream, drowned by howling wolves.
My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. My heart pounded.
“Stop,” I whispered to no one. “Stop it.”
But the memories kept crashing in, wave after wave, until something inside me snapped.
Bones cracked.
My back arched as an unnatural heat tore through my spine. My vision blurred, colors bleeding together. I felt my fingers stretch, skin splitting to make way for claws that weren’t supposed to be there.
My scream came out as a growl.
The lamp beside the bed exploded as my arm swung without thinking. The glass table shattered. Furniture flew across the room like it was made of paper.
“I’LL KILL THEM! I’LL KILL THEM ALL!”
The door burst open.
Lucian.
He stood there, tall and terrifying—but I saw it in his eyes. Fear. Not of me—but for me.
“Alenia,” he said softly, stepping forward like he was approaching a wild animal. His Beta and two guards were behind him, tense, hands gripping tranquilizers. I saw the worry in their eyes.
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