Chapter 2
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Chapter Two
As soon as I paused crying, I called a cab. I couldn't stay here anymore.
Puffy eyes, ruined makeup and a pounding headache, I took my phone and purse and walked out.
I then proceeded to cry during the five minute journey back. The happy couple's ceremony would be done by now. They'd officially be mates. I wished them the absolute worst.
I wanted to go to my room, cry some more, take a bath and just stay in bed till tomorrow. I hoped the stupid meeting would be done by now because I really wanted a hug from my sisters.
The cab stopped me in front of our buildings and I stumbled out, wiping my eyes.
This must be a nightmare. A messed up nightmare, but one nonetheless. A f*****g nightmare.
The first thing I saw was Hilda, the weekend guard. She lay on her back, with all her limbs hacked off her body. My tears were shocked dry.
I don't know why I felt the need to put my hand to her neck. It was obvious she was dead. I closed her eyes.
I opened the purse I was clutching to my chest and called Kyra. A few months ago, I'd turned down the position of high priestess and given it to Kyra.
Because of Asher! Asher had said I wouldn't be able to properly do my role as a Luna if I was a priestess. And like a fool, I'd chosen him.
It hadn't gone over well. Half of the coven were disappointed, the other half were angry at my father thinking he had influenced me, that his preachings that they were evil had finally gotten to me.
The phone rang. It was faint but I knew it was her ringtone. She had played the song so much I could recognize it in a bowl of other songs.
She didn't pick up. Why wasn't she picking up? This was serious. We had been attacked!
"Rave!"
They must be regrouping. That's why Rave wasn't picking up. I had to go help. My bath could wait.
I stood and walked in, the image of Hilda still burned into my eyes.
I must have taken one, maybe two steps before the phone fell from my grasp. I didn't even realize it. I was startled.
I would give anything to go back in that can and ask it to drive me to a pool where I would then drown myself.
It was selfish but I was already in mental turmoil. I couldn't, couldn't handle this being real.
It was so much worse in here.
The sand under my feet was wet. I didn't have to look down to know that it was blood.
No!
I walked around, as if in a daze.
Body parts are everywhere. Heads, torsos, hands of people I had seen last night. Smiling into the phone wishing me the best, squealing anytime I mentioned that prick's name, staying up with me late into the night. My brain couldn't process it. I didn't understand how they were all just gone.
I counted seven heads, some not attached to their bodies. Eight dead out of my coven of thirteen.
Who has done this? Why? Why!
All hope was not lost. There were still four people unaccounted for and Kyra was one of them. She could be alive, healing from the stress of the fight.
I stagger out of the clearing and dry-heave. I hadn't eaten anything all day and the tremors were so painful I felt them in my ribs.
I needed to tell my father. The people who did this needed to be found. Kyra, Alice, Meryl and Claire also needed to be found.
My sisters. . .
I kicked off my shoes and took off running, faster than I ever had. I got to the Alpha's house, bursting through the gate, panting.
I must have looked mad in my stained white dress as I cried, snot running down my nose as I clawed at my chest, pleading to the organ to stop hurting as much.
"Where is he?" I choked out.
My step-mother was sitting in the corridor, reading. She took her sweet time folding down the page she was at before looking up at me. "Who?"
"My father! The Alpha! My coven has been slaughtered!"
"He's not in."
Bullshit. His car was in the driveway and I could hear the TV playing rugby, a sport he'd always liked and one Morgana couldn't stand, probably while she was out here reading.
"Where'd he go?"
"Out." I couldn't do this right now. "Besides, it's what they deserve."
What did this b***h just say?
As I looked down at her, my rage twisting my face I realized she knew. She knew what had happened. So her husband knew too. And he was in there, watching TV!
I couldn't stay here any longer. I'd slap my Alpha's wife across the face and that could get me detained.
I spun on my heels, turned around and ran.
I needed to find Kyra and the others but I couldn't do it by myself. As much as it pained me to admit, Asher was my best bet.
If I never spoke to him again it would be too soon but I immediately broke into a run. There was no way I wouldn’t put my sister's safety over my own pain.
I was sweating, had piercing pain in my sides and my head spun so much I thought I might faint by the time I got there.
I knew what Cabin Asher was staying in. I braced myself before knocking. I would be facing the honeymooners.
Asher opened the door and my heart pulsed painfully. "Alpha, Capris Coven was attacked." I said, immediately. I was not here to reminisce.
Freya snickered.
That did it. I just couldn't anymore. I had been pulled in all directions today and the thread holding my composure snapped.
I lunged at her, intending to sink my teeth into the first place they landed. Just to relieve some tension and show her a miniscule fraction of the pain I was feeling.
I never got to her though.
"Don't you dare touch my mate. I only needed you to become Alpha, slut." Asher said, as he pushed a silver dagger into the bottom of my sternum and I stilled.
I recognized it. I had made it, afterall.
The metal had to be imported, then meticulously crafted before then I had sat with it for days, weaving magic around it.
It had the power to kill the wolf inside you.
My wolf was already agitated because of my emotions all day. She whined when the dagger came out on the other side of me.
She couldn't even struggle, she was a weak little thing. It didn't take long. She whined again and I felt her essence ebb away from me.
Asher had stabbed me with the very gift I had given him on his coronation.
I blacked out.
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