Chapter Eight
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I could lie and say I was ready for this war but in reality who could ever be ready for another war. The first one took away almost everything I had why would I ever want to lose more than I had to. God, I hated war more than anything but here I was on my way to enter a brand new one.
Clenching my hands I feel my nails dig into the palm of my hand bringing me back to what was my main focus. I had to get there quickly. Before she did at the bare minimum.
But as I leaped onto the dock, I knew I was too late. The smell of blood filled the air as did wolves growling. they went hand in hand and it wasn't hard to figure out what was happening. Some sorrow filled howls were heard as well. There were definitely casualties. With a snap of my fingers armor engulfed my body, protecting me in its own way.
And while I couldn't see the enemies, I could smell them. They had a salty smell unlike the pack of wolves who smelt of the earth. They each had their own distinct smell and thank god for it. Whips of water formed at the base of my hands. The ice coating it over enough to easily knock someone out.
And then I attacked.
All of my muscle's relaxed as I fell back into my old pattern. Slaughtering people didn't bother me anymore either, its either kill or be killed and this time around I have people I want to protect. And nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing will ever harm them.
I was untouchable as I continued to kill. My body counts getting higher and higher with each dead body thrown to the ground. The euphoric feeling I received from each cry and plead to stop. The sound of them begging for their pathetic lives. And then the sound of their neck snapping or groan of pain as you pierce their heart with ice.
Until finally, there was no one else.
A harsh grip to my arm sent me into a rage, knowing full well it was a werewolf I sent them flying into the nearby tree the sound of soft growls came from all around me. A snarl of my own kept them quiet. I could only imagine how they bowed their heads.
"Abrianna, calm down,"
The wind blew softly as my armor slowly faded into a skirt and t-shirt. Blood splattered across my face must have been unattractive. Slowly I felt Lucas place his hands on my face. His thumbs caressing my cheeks gently as if I would flee at any moment. Breathing in deeply I inhaled his earthy scent before breaking down into tears.
"I'm sorry." Fisting his shirt up I drop my head onto his chest not wanting him to see my ugly tears. The ones that made me weak and vulnerable. "I'm so sorry Lucas." His deep chuckle gave a sense of comfort and I too began to laugh with him until everyone around us was too. "Don't be sorry love, it was an accident." Two gentle hands stroked my hair and calmed me down.
And then it all came crashing down.
"I had to go home." It was a vague answer and probably left him with more questions with answers. "That's not an answer and you know it." I mumble a soft curse before picking my head up off his chest. I couldn't see him but I know I was looking at him.
"I'm from one of the few mermaid pods left and the water is my home."
My once kind and gentle mate was angry.
"And you didn't tell me?" I shake my head slowly, my shaky hands moving to his face as he'd done for me. But he shook them off, boy did that hurt. "Did my parents know." Nodding my head he pushes me and yells.
"I'm your mate! And you couldn't trust me!"
I whimper lightly, my hands trying to find him only for me to stumble and fall onto the sand. My hands gripping the grains tightly trying to find some sort of stability. "Lucas, please." He ignored me and shifted. He towered over me, his snout pressed against my neck. "I'm sorry."
My body shook as I felt his teeth press against my neck.
"Abrianna we could have everything together. We could rule the world together if you came and fought with me and not against me." Her blonde hair seemed to have faded to a dark black, her blue eyes unrecgonizable she smiled at me. "I would never." I sneered.
She frowned deeply, a hurt look crossing her features before they hardened.
"Fine! Then you shall suffer too." I lunged forward, trying to reach my one and only sister before she disappeared from my sight. She smiled wickedly as took the trident in her hand and chanted loudly. A cloud of murky water overtaking us before I slowly started to see nothing. As I slowly blacked out, I could hear her scream in agony. My trap had worked and she was banished from the surrounding area and our pod.
"Get away from her you psycho!"
Ah, that's right. My reality at this moment in time is that my mate hates me.
And with that I drifted to sleep, my body convulsing my only prayer is that when I wake up, everything will be okay once more.
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