Bloodmoon Revenge

Chapter 4

Ava’s Tragedy

Ava is devastated when she wakes up to find all the witches, her mother’s entire clan and the last of their kind, dead. The weight of guilt was on her, and she could not help but feel that she was to blame for the destruction that she saw before her. Her face was wet with tears as she struggled with the intensity of the pain she felt.

Her mind went back to the signs that she had seen, the signs that she had chosen to turn a blind eye on. The words that Raven said to her were still ringing in her head. She remembered the time when Raven came to her on the bridge that leads to her garden. She had a rather ominous tone when she spoke to her. “You should be careful about Asher, Ava, he is bad news.”

Ava had been surprised, and her guard had gone up. ‘What do you mean by that?’ she said, her eyebrows arched in disbelief. “He is my mate. . . “But the seriousness did not leave Raven’s face.

You and I both know that you're falling in love with a werewolf and going as far as to mate with him is not good... ”Raven’s voice faded away, her eyes looking past Ava’s shoulder.

Ava thought she had once felt a chill crawl up her spine, but she had dismissed Raven’s worries. "Then why do we have witches with werewolf blood?" ” ‘So,“ she asked, her brow still raised in defiance. Raven’s response was short and her face emotionless.

Thus, only 1% of all of you have wolves. Be careful, Ava. You are not just any type of witch; you are our next high priestess. You cannot afford to be reckless because you can be weaponized against the group. With that, Raven turned on her heels and left Ava feeling quite bewildered and more than a little annoyed.

Now, as Ava stood amidst the c*****e, she realized the mistake she had made, if only she had listened, if only she had been more careful, the tears rolled down her face again, and she felt the anger boiling in her veins. “Asher, I will never forgive you for what you have done to my people,” she said through clenched teeth.

The night passed on and, with the help of her powers, Ava buried all the dead members of her clan in the large cave in their territory.

The sun was rising and Ava was still standing guard, her tears of anger and grief staining her face.

For the first time in weeks, her wolf’s voice was heard in her head, “Are you okay, Ava?” The softness of his voice was almost dangerous to her calmness, but she hardened herself. I am angry, not at Raven for not explaining the meaning of her vision earlier, not at Asher for being a madman, but at myself for believing him and allowing him to. I am a fool.

Her voice was shrill as she screamed, the tears that rolled down her cheeks were painful. “And I will make sure Asher and that man pay for this.”

Ava arrived at her father’s mansion dressed in black from head to toe and with a leaking aura that made her look intimidating. She had never thought that her father would forget the betrayal of her mother’s death by supporting the man who wiped out her entire lineage. The maids stood in front of her blocking her way, but Melissa came out of the mansion with a smirk on her face.

“What are you doing here, Ava? Shouldn’t you be dead like the rest of your clan?” Melissa sneered, but Ava did not flinch, and her eyes were as cold as ice. “Move out of my way,” she said in a rather authoritative tone. Melissa laughed, “If it is my husband that you seek, then he is not here. He went early this morning to attend to matters, things that you cannot comprehend, having no clan to govern.”

Ava was fuming and she turned to walk away. She did not want to face her father when she could go straight to the root of the confusion. She got to the palace and saw Asher and Freya in the garden, laughing and hugging. Ava stood leaning against a pillar and her words were filled with hatred. “You are a snake and I will not spare you now to show how much I loath you.”

Asher and Freya stood, both of them looking rather self-satisfied. “I thought by now you would be dead,” Freya said in a sarcastic tone. ‘What are you doing here? Have you come to ask for forgiveness?’ Ava struggled to hold back her tears. “You have really outdone yourself this time Freya, I have always detested you, but this is the worst.”

Asher’s smile turned into a menacing one, and he said, ”Do you know what acting is, Ava? I hate witches who consider themselves better than others. I used your magic to get power, and now that you are so weak, it is time to end you.”

Freya joined in, her tone as venomous as always. “You’re just a pawn, Ava. Your father despises you because you look like your mother who made him the village fool. You’re useful to him only.”

The moment Freya was done, Ava attacked, sobbing bitterly. “I will ensure that you die today Freya, you and your mother. ” Her temper rose to the top, and she charged at Freya with the intention of making her pay for her words. Asher observed the two women, his eyes filled with the desire to win a battle as the two fought bitterly.