Chapter 2- Facing Damien's Judgement
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Namara's POV:
I was dragged through the crowd.
My body stumbled with every step, my hands were bound tightly behind my back. The full moon loomed overhead, casting its light on the Pack, the very same pack that had once cheered for me, loved me. Now, they looked at me with scorn, their eyes filled with judgment.
The weight of the silence was deafening, every step towards the center of the gathering feeling like a death sentence. My heart thudded in my chest, each beat a reminder that my life was slipping away.
The cold air stung my skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill creeping into my soul.
The elders stood in a line, their expression wicked. Damien was there, his usual happy expression twisted into something I couldn't recognize—something colder, something darker.
His eyes never met mine.
He didn’t care.
"Silence." Alpha Damien’s voice rang out across the gathering. It was sharp, cruel, and devoid of any warmth.
I was forced to kneel before the pack, the weight of their gaze pressing down on me, suffocating me. I could feel the anger in their stares. The murmurs, the whispers, they were all for me. I could hear their thoughts, their disgust, their betrayal. They had all turned on me in an instant.
And for what? For something I hadn’t done.
The crowd parted as Alexander, my best friend, stepped forward. His face was pale, his eyes red from crying. I wanted to scream out to him, to beg him to believe me, but the words caught in my throat.
"Damien." Alexander said, pleading. "Please, she didn’t do it. Namara didn’t kill Ella. She would never. You have to know that."
Damien didn’t even look at him. His eyes were fixed on me, his expression unreadable. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke.
"You’re wrong, Alexander. Namara killed Ella." Damien said, his voice dripping with malice. "She is guilty of murder. She has betrayed me, and she has betrayed this pack."
Betrayal? I didn't betray anyone. I loved him. I stood by him through everything.
How could he say such things?
Alexander stepped forward, desperation in his eyes. "Damien, please. She is innocent. If you have any love for her, for what you once shared, you must spare her. Please let her go."
Damien’s smirk deepened as he locked eyes with Alexander, and for a moment, I saw something in Damien’s gaze that made my blood run cold—something that wasn’t just anger, but something darker. Something… wicked.
"I have no love for her." Damien said, his voice suddenly low and cruel. "I have no love for a murderer."
"No!" I screamed, but my voice barely made a sound in the oppressive silence. I struggled to rise to my feet, but the guards at my sides held me down, their grips tightening on my arms.
"You will pay for what you’ve done." Damien continued. "I, Damien Kent Alpha of Vellex Park. Sentences you, Namara Scott to death for the murder of Ella Reign."
The words hit me like a blow to the chest, and I couldn’t breathe. Death? How could he?
Alexander’s eyes widened in horror as he stepped forward, pleading with Damien. "You can’t do this! Please, Damien—Damien, please! She’s innocent!"
But Damien turned away from him, his hand raising in a swift motion. The crowd went silent, the air thick with tension. Then, as if it were some sick form of justice, Damien gave the order. "Execute her."
How could he be so cold, and wicked towards his own wife?
He didn't even give me the chance to explain? Everything happened so suddenly, it seems too fast to be a coincidence.
The world seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat, and I could barely process what was happening. I felt a cold, cold numbness wash over me as I was forced to kneel again, my hands still bound behind me.
The sharp sound of the bullet leaving a gun echoed through the silence.
The world went black.
Pain exploded through my chest, a searing heat that ripped through my body, and I felt myself falling. My body crumpled to the ground in front of the entire pack, blood spilling out onto the earth below me.
I could hear the gasps, the cries of disbelief, but they felt distant, muffled, as though they were coming from another world.
I could see Alexander now, standing frozen in horror. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. His eyes locked onto mine as I fell, his face filled with shock, pain, and betrayal. And then, there was only silence.
I was finally free.
I was no longer in my body, no longer bound by its pain. I floated above the scene, looking down at the broken form of Namara—the nameless, lifeless shell of what I once was. I felt a strange sense of detachment, as though I were watching someone else’s death.
But I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop myself from watching as my blood soaked into the earth beneath me, as the pack looked on in stunned silence.
No one came to my aid. No one tried to stop it.
I was dead.
But I didn’t feel gone.
My soul followed Alexander as he stepped away from the gathering, his face streaked with tears. His heart was shattered, I could feel it, just as I felt my own soul breaking in the wake of my death. He retreated into the shadows, a broken man.
I couldn’t leave him. He was the only person that stood by me. He was all I had left.
I watched, helpless, as Alexander locked himself in a room, alone with his grief. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. All that remained was him and his sorrow. He cried, he screamed in despair, but there was nothing that could fill the emptiness that my death had left.
And then… he took the knife.
I gasped in horror, unable to look away as Alexander’s trembling hands brought the blade to his own throat. The sharp metal pressed against his skin as he whispered my name one last time.
"Namara.” He whispered. "I’m sorry."
The blade cut through, and the world around me shattered. Alexander’s body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, just as mine had. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. My soul screamed in anguish, a silent scream that echoed through my very being.
This was too much. I had died, but seeing him follow me into death was unbearable.
I screamed, but my voice didn’t exist here. There was nothing. I was a lost soul, adrift in the void of my own grief.
But then, something changed.
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