Chapter 2 — The Flash Of Reality
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"Shut up and fight me!"
"This fiery queen! I will!"
"Brother, no. How many times have I told you? We still need her." She stopped him again.
The twins glared at each other for a while and soon creepily smiled.
"Show her then. Show her!" The one with the mole, her brother, eagerly said.
With a wave of a hand, clouds formed above Zainne, and she witnessed the horrific scene unfold.
She wasn't stunned by the power they showed, instead in utter shock by what she was seeing.
Screams and a battle formed. Her against her people. Her eyes wavered witnessing them desperately aiming to kill.
Their clash was fast and the last thing that was shown and made Zainne stumble back was seeing the face of his dead mate and his heart on her bloody hand. Her heartbeat became erratic, and she was finding it hard to breathe.
"This...this is not true!" She choked and screamed while tugging her hair.
"Believe me, it is." They giggled. "You are the cause of his death and the deaths of your people. Your son will not live for long either." A female witch nonchalantly slapped the truth at her.
"No! This is not true! They're not dead! No, no, no!"
"But it is, silly girl!" The triumphant grin on his face said it all. Zainne's suffering boosted his satisfaction.
"No! What did you do?"
"We did nothing! It was you." They laughed in unison. "It was all you."
"Liar! You ugly, disfigured liars! I wasn't in control! I know you both did this, and I'm going to make you pay!" She tried to shift to her Lycan but could only release her claws. Zainne tried a few times and was getting frustrated once more.
Her words made them stop giggling and brought their face closer to hers. In a stoic face, they spoke in unison.
"Your mate shouldn't have trusted you." They tilted their heads to the side and creepily smiled. "And now he is buried six feet under... and your son, ooh, your son, he too, will be next. We will not be deprived of that smooth little flesh any longer." They laughed at her panicked face. Little did they know, the prince was already buried next to his father.
"I'd like to see you try..."
"Oh, but you can't do anything right now, can you? No matter how hard you try, your beast won't come out.
We are more powerful than you, stronger than you can imagine! We...passed your realm unscathed. And your people will kneel before us! We have proved our coven wrong! They shall see! They shall see!" They taunted, making fun of her depleted state.
"....." Zainne couldn't explain how angry she was. Instead of lashing out, she trembled.
The witches... she thought to be her salvation from Devan. Now she had been given the impression that they were sworn enemies. The moon goddess was right all along. If Zainne had gone to continue her plan, she would have made the biggest mistake of her life. The witches are not to be trifled.
"No..." her voice cracked.
A lone tear broke free after the memories of her mate flashed before her eyes. Zainne refused to believe that Devan was dead and that she had killed him. She didn't feel the intense pain of loss, she was rather drowned by mixed emotions.
Fate had played with her life again.
"Oh, you helpless little beast. Pity."
They turned their backs on her and continued to grin triumphantly, leaving her in a glass jar to shed her sorrows.
Zainne slumped on her knees on the ground and took big breaths—she was feeling hopeless. Her wolf was unresponsive and every connection she had was gone. She had the familiar feeling before, and she didn't like it one bit.
But then, the images of the tragedy she had witnessed replayed in an unstoppable manner. They were the cause of her unfathomable agony and anguish.
She didn't want to believe it. She wants to think that they tricked her mind, and it was just another nightmare to conquer.
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