Chapter Four: Freya
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It had been a few days since my sentencing was made known to the public, and it was finally the day that had been set for my hanging.
I had cried my eyes out, knowing that there was absolutely no way I could escape my it, perhaps it was my fate. I would have never guessed that a day like this would come, where I would just sit around and wait for my death, at the hands of none other than my own mate.
It made me sick to my stomach.
So sick, that I had no more tears to cry. The tears that fell down my face had long dried, and no more came out.
I hadn't eaten the food that I was given, because I knew if I put anything into my stomach, I would just throw it back up. I didn't even drink water, because there was absolutely no point in doing it. I was going to die anyways.
My stomach groaned in protest at my decision to starve myself. Lying in the corner was the big meal they had so generously prepared me, as my last meal, but I wasn't going to eat it, even though I was hungry.
The doors of the dungeon were pushed open, and I knew that it was time. I had no strength to move, so I just stayed put.
"How the mighty have fallen," One of the guards mocked.
"She used to act all high and mighty when she was Luna, but now, she's about to be killed." He scoffed. "How pathetic."
"She didn't even eat the food she was given. What a waste," the other guard commented.
I paid them no mind, as I had a lot more to think of. I thought of the period when I had first met Anthony. Only if I knew then, I would have rejected him, maybe I would be living a much better life by now.
When they saw that the wouldn't get a reply out of me, they walked towards me and pulled me up by my arms. It was painful being moved from that position, as I had been in it since the day of the trial.
I made no move to struggle, and just followed them on weak legs as they dragged me to my death.
The light from the moon, suddenly felt different to me, as I tried to look at the where I was being taken. There was a section of the clearing at the back of the pack house that was used for gatherings, and apparently, my hanging was one of those gatherings.
Immediately I got into their sight, the people started cheering, making such loud noises like I hadn't heard before. It seemed they were really excited and had been waiting eagerly for this day to finally arrive.
I was walked to the gallows that had been prepared and was placed at the centre of the clearing. My hands and legs were tied tightly with ropes. They were tied so tight, that I could feel my blood stop rushing, but it wasn't like it mattered.
I was moved to the centre of the gallow ana made to stand on a small chair, right under the rope on which I would be hanged, and left there.
I scanned the clearing, looking at each and every person standing there. None of them looked like they had or felt the tiniest bit of pity for me. They all looked like wolves, waiting to pounce on me.
After looking at the people, I looked at Anthony. His eyebrows held a frown as he stared intently at me. I looked into his eyes, trying to read them, but all I could see was anger and hatred.
I looked to his side, and seated there was Rebecca. She had a satisfied smirk on her face. Her face was the definition of satisfied.
I knew she hated me, but not to that extent. The things her hatred for me had caused me was more than I could have imagined.
I watched as Anthony stood up from his seat, and walked towards the centre, to stand in front of the gallows.
"Today, we all are gathered here to witness the hanging of Freya, who so mercilessly pushed down the woman who was carrying the heir to the leadership of this pack. She did this out of jealousy, as she couldn't stand the sight of another woman carrying my child when she couldn't do that herself,"
His voice resonated across the clearing. I was sure everyone was hearing him loud and clear.
"This will serve as a warning to anyone that feels like they can cross my path and get away with it."
"On that note, let the show begin." He finished, and cheers erupted.
Anthony went back to his seat, and they all watched me for a while, probably expecting me to start balling my eyes out and begging them not to kill me, but that would never happen.
The feeling of betrayal I felt, weighed far heavier than any other thing. I didn't have a family that I was leaving behind, so I had nothing to worry about.
The satisfied smirk that was on Rebecca's face, seemed to have faded away, when she didn't get a reaction from me. I was sure I already looked dead.
I felt a presence behind me, and I closed my eyes as the rope was placed around my neck, the roughness of it rubbing against my skin.
When the rope was finally secured around my neck, I held my breath, waiting for the chair to be pushed from under my feet, and not long after, it was.
I was going to die someday, so I might as well just get it over with. This wasn't the way I had expected to die. I had always thought I would die in a hospital, with my children and grandchildren all around me, tears rolling down their faces, as they watched me pass on to be with Anthony in the afterlife.
I guess that was all just my imagination.
Reality really does hit hard.
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