It has being three days since the full moon. I have been hiding ever since. I couldn't bring myself to take a look in the mirror to see the real reflection of the mirage I saw in Felicity's eyes. I had the curtains down, and the switches off. I wasn't going to risk looking into the mirror. The darkness in the room is liken to the abyss my soul have been immersed. Maybe I just wanted to mirror what I was just feeling.
My thoughts are spirally fast into the dark hole. They promised relief after taking that one step. But how could I. My pride would never let me. I was Cerelia Snow Crestfallen, daughter of Elara Dawn. My mother had served a Queen once, and I wanted to be the kind of woman she was when she was alive.
Yet, a scar now pulled mercilessly at the skin and muscles of my cheek. The healing painstakingly slow. I was really living up to the Crestfallen name- truly I had fallen so low I could not think of anything that could bounce me back to feet.
My leg subconsciously curled inwardly to relief the numbness from lack of blood flow. I had called out to Ivy hoping desperately that all that had happened was nothing, but one of nightmare I normally had but never recollected. There was no pacing that had almost drove me mad earlier, almost like she was taunting me, reminding me that I had once worried about her going rampant. Now she was gone, and I need not worry anymore.
I have thought about it in all direction, and hoped in every way. The never ending what if made it seemed as if I was the one who inflicted the pain on my self. The maybes were crippling me, making it hard for me to think beyond what I could have done. They make my inside numb and my heart ache.
Felicity. She has tried, really she has. Ever since that night, she has kept watching over my door only taking breaks in between. But I could not bare to look in her eyes again nor could I go out there to face the members of my pack. I could not bare to see the look of horror on their faces. I was scared and lost.
The weight of his words press down on my chest like lead. He had told me not to speak, and my throat felt as though it were filled with glass every time I tried to whimper. But as I touched the jagged ruin of my cheek, a new thought flickered in the void where Ivy used to pace. He told me I would not heal. He told me I would not fight. But he never told me I couldn't be a nightmare.
As if on cue, three knock came from the door.
"Lia", Lydia's worried voice was muffled by the wooden door that stood between the two of us. The hypocritically sweet voice had deceived me for so long. She must have known, but chosen to watch me like a puppet on display. How much laugh had she shared with her son behind me.
"Cerelia, open this door right now. It's being three day, are you alright", As always she tried to be strict, but ended up relenting.
Open the door? I will.
I pad across the room to open the door for her. The frost in my eyes could freeze the whole of Crestfallen.
"Lia...", Her glistened eyes looked up at me, but stopped short after seeing the look in my eyes. Her lips trembled and pain flashed in her eyes. I looked behind her to see Lucas bracing his hands on the barricade with a look of worry in the eyes that is a reflection of his mother's
A knowing sneer curled my lips- my eyes a visage of mockery. Lydia shook her head "I didn't.... I would never", her delicate brows furrowed and tears made her green eyes brighten with lushness.
Without a word, I bypass her, my shoulder bumping into hers.
I approached Lucas where he stood, and his calm demeanor only served to make my inside boil.
The helpers working made sure to stay very far from me. The irony, these same people used to have smiles on their faces as they greeted.
How could he remain calm when I was in wreckage. I was falling apart from the inside. I should had known- when they infiltrated my home. When father brought Lucas home and announced to the pack that he was his son. I should have known. He has taken everything I held dear to me- father, the pack and title of heir. And now he stood there as if he hadn't done anything
My chest heaved and my jaw rested against the inside of my neck. My grey eyes sharpened as I stood before him. I treated them as my family regardless of people's warning. Now the bug have taken total control of home, and it has become inhabitable to the owner.
My right hand darted out to grab the collar of his T-shirt, and gripped it to the point that his face reddened from lack of oxygen.
He didn't complain, his green eyes stared into mine without the condescending look I expected. Instead, they looked at me like I was a wounded animal in need of their care- like I needed saving.
How dare he look at me in such a manner. How dare he think of saving me. He should be sneering at me; jabbing that he had won. He should be talking about how he had taken everything I held dear from me, but no. He looked the same-like all those things I held dear meant nothing to him.
I lifted him and his legs dangled dangerously.
Lydia screamed behind me piercing my ears, but somehow I enjoyed her losing her posture - I enjoyed that she was feeling pain, but the joy was shortlived.
Lucas still looked at me like I was a child he was trying to save, like he trusted I wouldn't let go. So, I let go.
The hallway fell into a deadly silence safe for the thud sound his body hitting the wood and iron that made the stairs. Then came the ruining calm when his body finally hit the bottom of the stairs.
Lydia trembling hands found her chest and she ran down the stairs where Lucas's body laid askew. His right arm hung in a weird manner and his left ankle looked dislocated.
She gasped before collapsing beside him. Her still trembling hand reached for him, and tears rained down her cheeks.
I could feel someone's gaze on me and as I looked across the hall I found father's indiscernible gaze staring at me.
Then he turned to look down the stairs where Lucas had begun to rise from where he had fallen like nothing happened.
"Tidy up. We would be sending the guests off", Alpha Logan commanded briskly. He turned away without any additional words like he hadn't just witnessed what happened.