Mate's Revenge

Chapter2: Mate'sRevenge

As I saw the small and chubby omega move swiftly toward the vicious future alpha of my buddy pack, tears began to flood my eyes.

I made an effort to block out the nasty pair next to me's gasps and groans. I frantically peered up into the pitch-black, starless sky.

It was the New Moon today. Perhaps this is what motivated Carl and Freya to murder me on the day the moon goddess was dozing off. They feared the moon goddess would punish them, yet she spared them.

I just said thanks to the moon goddess for giving me Carl. Now I believed she sneezed and chose the incorrect partner for me.

God forbid! The moon goddess set up this crap to be your partner because she wanted you to serve her early and I didn't think she loved you that much. In my thoughts, Rose was still berating Carl. I could hear her voice receding, however.

I nearly felt nauseous as I lay on the grass and listened to their moans and the collision of their bodies. The two magical silver arrowheads corroded away my wrists as I attempted to muffle my ears with my hands.

The sight of my left and right hands disengaging from my arms and resting by themselves on each side of my head was quite horrifying.

Sadly, even though the newly transformed werewolves had better healing abilities, they were unable to reverse the lethal harm done by magic and silver weaponry. My heart and brain, which are both vital to my survival, came before my wrists. However, I felt as if the dagger's magical power was still consuming my heart at that point.

Rose cried out in anguish once more in my brain, but I was unable to stop it. For her, I felt remorse.

Are you sorry about it? Elizabeth ?" Rose queried.

"Yes, I regret loving Carl and treating Freya like my closest friend. But remorse is pointless right now, since we are dying. Rose, I apologize; we only met ten, maybe fifteen minutes ago.

You will now pass away beside me. You weren't even allowed to run outside. I'm very sorry. In my head, there was Rose's spirit. She was going to die with me despite having no life experiences.

"Oh no, Elizabeth, those two scumbags need to repent and apologize. David seems angry and depressed to me. Rose brought up Carl's wolf. But I was too tired to give his wolf any thought.

"Whatever! When do we get to be free? Being destroyed while recuperating is a dreadful experience. My decaying heart was being swiftly repaired by my healing abilities, but not as fast as the magical silver weapons were destroying my tissues and other organs.

Maybe in two or three minutes? Oh my god, I must taste the roast chicken David described before I pass away.

"Pardon me? Do you want to eat roast chicken in the few moments before we pass away, Rose? Rose had the unique capacity to communicate with the wolf of my partner. But I didn't anticipate that her last request would be to eat roast chicken.

David said there was a pub in the most remote area of the Demon Forest where Witch Lassie made the tastiest roast chicken in the whole globe.

Why was there a bar hidden away in Carl's pack's forest? Witch Lassie, too? True witch? Carl never mentioned it to me or took me there. I just knew that there had previously been witches and wizards in the world. But it had been centuries since anybody had discovered them. Nobody was aware of their residence. Could it be that Witch Lassie imbues the weapons that harm me with magic?

A "Witch Lassie?" The word that sprang to me was something I just had to utter.

You are the finest, baby!

After Carl's compliment, my "Witch Lassie" had a little weird appearance.

They're done, what?

"An hour ago, I thought we were discussing my dying wish," Sarcasm was hurled by Rose.

Why hasn't she passed away yet? Freya looked dissatisfied as she sat upright on the grass. Probably not because I wasn't dead, but she appeared upset.

Carl put his pants on. She is the daughter of Alpha, he said, his face hot from the s*x, but his eyes were icy. She could be superior to most werewolves.

You three-minute bastard, of course! Elizabeth, you should feel relieved that he turned you down. In my brain, Rose yelled. She was accurate. I ought to have rejoiced in his rejection. However, compared to the pointless euphoria, my agony and despair have been far greater.

Freya approached me and knelt close to my face, her blonde hair falling loosely in the air. Smiling, she said. Do you know about Witch Lassie, Elizabeth?

You shocked me. She is a magnificent witch with a mysterious magic ability. You must know that. She will regrettably not assist us in enchanting the silver knife and arrows to kill wolves. Like Robert, that oddball is too ignorant and obstinate.

Magical people have never piqued my curiosity. But Freya brought up Robert. My eyes widened as I thought of how my unfortunate twin brother Robert had perished a year earlier, the day before our 17th birthday, after falling over a cliff. He would have found his mate today if he had been with me.

"Don't give me that innocent, dejected expression. Since I shoved him down the cliff, I've had a terrible time with him. Although Freya was grinning, I believed that her adorable baby face was filled with hatred.

"Why?" Robert was pushed over the edge by her? I found it hard to believe. Why did Robert fail to notice? The devil did they do that?

"Because he found out what Carl and I were up to," I said.

Her hand was curled 90 degrees around the wooden handle of the dagger on my heart, and she had angry dark green eyes.

The portion of lives lost was growing, and I spat out a large mouthful of blood. Nonetheless, the suffering paled in comparison to the sorrow and rage I experienced after learning that my brother had been massacred.

He shared your level of naivete. Instead of silently leaving, he stepped out and said, "Why did we hurt you?" It's amusing. What a dumb wolf.