Camilla's POV
Camilla's POV
Mirabelle opens her eyes, peering at me gradually.
I let out a sigh of relief, she's alive.
I really thought she had died on me and in that moment, I felt something. It was a small prickly sensation but it's the most I've felt in three days. When Mirabelle passed out in the arms of Takishini's Beta, I instantly thought she was dead. I thought that was it, my penalty for the sin I had just executed.
I wasn't going to snap, I wasn't going to kill everyone but when I had my first taste of blood, the familiar insatiable craving for more crimson over powered me. I don't know what happened after my first spill of blood today, all I know is when I saw Mirabelle pass out, I knocked past the door I had shut to the world in my fit of rage.
The sight at Takishini pack is not a pretty picture, dead bodies have flooded the room and I felt nothing. When I glanced at the havoc I had incited when my demons came out to play, I wished undone none of it. Not even when I looked at Alpha Hayden's open skull, the ground at my feet covered in crimson did I feel some sort of regret. I blamed him for everything, if he hadn't tried to force himself on Mirabelle or threaten me with causing harm to her, I wouldn't have gone into an ethical seizure.
When Mirabelle began to beg Alpha Hayden to leave her alone, my mind didn't see Mirabelle, at that moment it was Tiana.
Tee had called me when she was in trouble, I promised her I would always be there to save her but that time, I was a little late. I couldn't get to my best friend quick enough and when I did get there, the damage had been done. Ezekiel, her mate was forcefully pleasuring himself on top of her, Tee was silent. She laid fixed underneath him, her eyes were the first thing I saw, she was broken. Tee has always been broken but Ezikel added a new depth to the sense of her damage. So today, I couldn't let history repeat itself. I might have taken it too far but I want to fail Mirabelle like I had Tiana.
I hate to admit it but Tiana was right, people will continue to step all over me if I don't fight back. I know for certain if I didn't retaliate today, I would be dead and I don't mind death but I didn't want Mirabelle to die too. I didn't want her to suffer any more than she had already endured because she chose to follow me into this sovereignty. If I stayed static to everything Alpha Hayden had in reserve, Mirabelle would have probably hated me just as much or more so than her brother does.
The moment I plunged the blade into Luna Charity, I felt alive and I hate that it's the most alive I've felt in months.The empty void inside me seemed to fill up momentarily, it was nice, the adrenaline rush I got from it was so fulfilling. Even with my wolf in control for a moment, I still felt it, that indistinct joy, the two seconds of ultimate peace when you rid the world of malice. The sensation before you realize you're the vastest evil there is.
I'm a bad person, no matter how hard I try to be good and atone for my sins here on earth to get rid of the guilt, I am still heading to hell. Heaven doesn't take sinners like me, not even God can help me at this point. I want to talk to Tee, I want to apologize for nagging her everytime she lost her mind and went crazy.
I run my hand over Belle's forehead, faintily grinning at her, she's definitely reserved for heaven, she's too good for this world, I wish I was as good as her. I'm going to miss her in hell but at least I will have Tiana, I might be cast to the hottest part of hell but I know she'll be within reach. Tiana, just like Mirabelle, will always fight for me, and Belle has fought for me so many times, it's high time I fight for her too, and for Tee, she deserves the best.
Someone pulls Mirabelle off my lap, a doctor. Yes, Beta had gone to arrange a doctor in town and he brought some clean clothes for everyone. My clothes are stained with crimson, I haven't changed nor have I washed the blood off me. My arm oozed of blood for a good minute after I plucked the arrow that was stuck there. I rise, not bothering to dust myself as I walk to a vacant spot by the river. I tell myself not to stare at myself, unable to trust I can do that much, I trade my gaze towards the group of people, my eyes resting on Mirabelle and the doctor.
The doctor examines Mirabelle, checking her eyes and heart beat. I watch him sternly, awaiting he moment he does something stupid, anything, anything that makes her uncomfortable and he's gone. But that moment never comes, I frown in annoyance, I was ready to get my hand more bloody for her and for me, I'm itching to get rid of all the vice that even thinks of getting to her. Mirabelle peers over her shoulder, her gaze on me, staring with evident awe. I continue to look at the doctor, pretending not to see her.
“I'm sorry Belle, I'm so sorry.” I whisper to myself, I exposed her to the greatest evil of all, me. I can't tell if it's dismay in her eyes or detest. Either way, I don't like it, I don't like not seeing the glint of joy she always has in her eyes, it's one of my favorite things in the world, I always want to see it there. Did I ruin her? Is she okay? Does she hate me?
I don't get to examine the thoughts harder, someone pats me on the shoulder, making me flinch but not enough for them to catch it.
I peer up over my shoulder, it's a woman. Blue eyes, and slender body, she looks starved, of course she was.
I didn't hear her approach me, nor did I smell her, she's good at masking her scent and not sounding her movements.
“Let me eat her,” my wolf growls. I mentally roll my eyes at her, unable to shut her out now that the mechanism I had conjured to block my demons out of my daily life has crumbled. I thought I had killed her but here we are, she's back.
“Thank you so much for freeing us,” the woman voices, her tongue swiftly running over her lips. “I owe you my life. I had been detained there since I was ten years old, my pack never came for me, I waited and waited until I forgot they existed, just like they had done for me.”
Ten? She looks to be in her late twenties, if my assumption is right, she has endured over a decade of pain and suffering at the hands of Alpha Hayden and his men.
I casually nod at her, all sympathy I feel for her concealed under a mask.“ No, you don't owe me anything. You should all be heading back to your pack now, before whoever takes over for Hayden comes looking for retribution. I'm sure his brother will be quick on it, you better not be here when he comes.” I assert, raising off the ground.
Now that I'm standing, I notice she's not alone, another girl is behind me. I also didn't scent or sense her coming. I'm starting to think I'm broken, the medications Alpha Hayden has desperately been administering to me might have affected my senses rather than my strength.
The girl looks at the woman and swallows, her fingers crossing where her arms drop, her right hand covering the left to conceal the action. I ignore it, eyeing her carefully as she speaks. Mumbling something inaudible to me, my nose wrinkles, “Speak up, will you?”
She clears her throat, her gaze darting to everything but me. “I wouldn't go back to my pack, they left me for dead. They traded me for the Alpha's daughter because my parents are poor. You are the first–second person to show us kindness, you could have taken your friend and ran but you wanted everyone to be free. Thank you.”
Unable to retort, I nod, my feet carrying me from them and the nearest tree where I rest my head, contemplating so many decisions. My gaze finds Alpha Hayden's Beta, I can't quite recall his name because it was only mentioned once or twice but everyone is grateful to him, they spoke so highly of him from the time we got captured.
There is something about Beta, something that calls to me, it intrigues me but I can't put my finger on it. His eyes pull me in and I swear they make me feel naked, not in the actual clothing sense, but in the perceptual sense of it.
Whenever he looks at me, I feel something awaken in me. I haven't felt it with anyone, it's a suffocating sensation that I can't get rid of. From the moment our eyes met in the dungeon, I've been unable to pull away from his gaze, it demands I stay and I can't deny it without hurting myself because it hurts when I look away, it leaves me feeling desolate. I don't know if he feels it too, if he does then why doesn't he pull away. I feel like us staring at each other will open some portals to another universe, one that is forbidden and unknown to mankind.
Beta is tall, his hair is hazel like his eyes but I can't tell which is softer, the look in his eyes or the hair on his head. There's a hurt to him, he's been broken, I can easily tell just by looking at him. His soul is spilling secrets to mine and demanding I give it mine, I have not felt this with anyone, not even with Adrian.
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