Chapter four
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The man kept mute, refusing to say a word.
Several eyes were locked onto us, while some scurried away for fear of their lives.
Slowly, I was beginning to shrink back into my shell, feeling uneasy with the eyes fixed onto me.
But I wasn't done with this man.
“Are you going to stay there without saying anything?” I roared, turning him face up with just one arm.
“I'd rather die than reveal my identity,” he said, letting his arm loose as he grabbed a dagger from his waist and slit his throat.
My eyes widened as I stood frozen, glaring at him as he gagged on his own blood, letting life drain out of him.
“Let's go out of here, Isabella,” Celine hurriedly grabbed my hand, rushing out of the restaurant immediately.
I couldn't utter a single word as we scurried off to a nearby share under a tree.
I curled myself up, sitting quietly as I gazed into the space, my mind totally numb and unaware of my environment.
I jolted at the feeling of Celine's touch over my shoulder.
“Calm down, Isabella,” she cupped my chin in her hand and looked into my eyes, causing me to slowly control my heightened breathing rate.
Tears slowly flowed down my eyes, and she quickly embraced me in her arms, offering me comfort.
“I didn't want him to die,” I sobbed softly.
“It's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for his death,” she replied.
“But he died right there in my arms.”
“You've got to brace yourself, Isabella. More people like him are going to come after you,” she warned.
“What do you mean?” My instincts flared.
“I am certain that they must have been sent by the same person who killed you before,” she highlighted confidently.
“Why is she so certain?” My wolf muttered from within.
But there was no room for suspicions in my mind.
I fully trusted Celine, and doubting someone who has gone through all of this because of me is quite inhuman.
“I don't care!” She growled.
“Just shut up!” I blurted.
“What's the problem?” She instinctively asked.
“I'm sorry. It's just my wolf,” I smiled nervously.
“So, what's your reply to what I just said?” She asked.
“Ohh! I think I…” I stuttered, scratching the back of my head.
“Silly you. I said I presume…no! I am certain that these same men must have been sent by the same people who ambushed and killed you in the woods,” she repeated, her eyes firmly locked into mine fiercely.
“I actually felt that they were two different people. How come you are certain that they both are linked?” I asked curiously, rubbing my jaw softly.
“I'm a witch, remember?”
I slammed my hand against my forehead, shaking my head gently.
“I totally forgot,” I replied.
“So what are you suggesting?” I cleaned the tears off my eyes and put up a firm expression.
“I say we lay low for a while. Pending when we feel it is safe to come out of our hiding place,” she suggested.
I furrowed my eyebrows, moving my head back a little bit in order to get a closer look at her.
“Do you know what you're saying?”
“Yes I do, Isabella,” she replied.
“You've got to be kidding, Celine. You're saying I should abandon these instincts. The desire to find answers about myself and go into hiding just like a coward,” I said furiously.
The thought of it was already telling on my nerves, and I couldn't help but grow furious while trying to understand Celine.
“I understand how you feel, Isabella. But just listen to me,” she pleaded softly, grabbing my hand gently.
“You've got to be kidding. I respect you, Celine. I need you to know that this is important to me, and I can't let your presumptions ruin it all for me,” I explained, losing my arm from her grip.
“Isabella…”
“We're not going to have this discussion. Let's just find a nice place to stay the night,” I interjected, raising my hand in a manner of disagreement.
She sighed, shaking her head gently as she watched me stand up from where I sat.
“Are you coming with me or not?” I asked.
“Aren't you going to give me a hand?” She requested.
I smiled, reaching my hand out towards hers as she stood up from the ground.
We both got to a hotel in town, and with the help of Celine's financing, we were able to book a room for a day.
I totally had no clue of how I was going to get these answers, but I had the urge to keep travelling.
Glaring out through the window for about the fourth time, Celine sat on the bed, crashing herself into it as she exhaled heavily.
“What?” I asked, noticing her piercing stare aimed towards me.
“So what's your next plan?” She asked, sitting upright with her arm supporting her.
A sudden silence filled the room. I glared at her, pondering on an answer to her subtle question.
“I don't understand?” I asked, masking the confusion that welled up in me.
“I asked a simple question. What's your plan now?” She repeated this tone with a firmer tone and expression.
“I don't know. But my instincts…”
“Instincts? Isabella! Listen to yourself speak,” her eyes widened, her voice growing with controlled anger.
“Just calm down, Celine. I'll get this figured out. I just need to figure out more about myself,” I replied.
“You've been saying the same thing repeatedly. I need an answer. Why are you doing this, Isabella?” She asked softly, grabbing my jaw softly as she turned my confused face towards hers.
“I was to prove myself,” I confessed.
“Prove yourself to who?” she followed up with yet another question, tapping into my emotions.
“I…I…I just need to prove to myself that I'm not worthless. He said I'm weak. That's the reason he rejected me!” I yelled, tears clouding my eyes as I glared into her eyes.
“So this is all because of Alpha Lucian?” She smirked.
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