CHAPTER 56

OLIVIA'S POV.
As I ran through the forest, desperate for an escape from the killing frenzy mood that I had gone into, a memory of Alexander took hold of me and I held my two ears with my hands in an attempt to stop the memory. But despite everything I did to stop it, the memory still came.
No, I was manipulated. That wasn't me.
But it didn't stop the screams from that night from crossing his head. Alexander moaned, pressing his head against the heel of his wrists. Everything was coming in full force.
'He did a good job. Alexander the Great, or so they call him. I had to see for myself, they were all dead,"
'Yes. I agree with the alpha. He's good. But, he wouldn't have killed his tribe without some little manipulation of our own."
'Yep. That witch knows how to do her job. Cheers to us, for winning."
The voices began to overlap one another, resounding in his head. He grabbed his head with his hands, screaming.
Make it stop. Make it stop.
His wolf was whining, moving around in his head without direction.
"Make it stop! Make it stop, please!!" I screamed when the memory stopped.
Ever since I had a dream where the man had asked me if I wanted us to be one and I had accepted, the memories of the man's past had been flashing in my head intermittently and no matter how hard I tried, I could never stop them from coming. Worst of it was that every time the memories came, I felt bad and sad, like the things he had faced at the hands of the cruel people in the past had happened to me and not him.
Grateful to have some silent minutes to keep sane, I began my lonely walk through the forest again. The moment I spotted a squirrel rushing through the forest, I became filled with vengeance and I raced after the animal. It didn't take me more than a minute to catch up with it and I held it firmly in my hand to stop it from escaping again. I raised my five left long fingers and I dug them into the poor animal. It didn't even have the time to react to the cruelty I showed it before giving up the ghost.
I smiled to myself for a job well done and Alex's voice in my head commended me for not letting him down and I felt happy for the approval I had gotten from him. I mean who wouldn't want to get praised by the strongest werewolf that has ever existed in the realm? Only a fool wouldn't want to do that and I was not a fool.
I felt the memories coming on again and I whimpered a little. Every time the memories came, it was a little stronger with emotions than the previous ones. It came so strong that the urge to eradicate the werewolves' realm became even stronger than it already was in my mind. The headache that came with the memories hit me again and I sat on the bare floor to get ready for the memory I knew would come in again without any failure.
Another flash made its way across his brain, and with it came a voice. "I love you too, Alexander." Alexander groaned. Who was that? He moved, pushing Joyce off him in a smooth move and placing her on the bed next to him instead.
I groaned and I swiped away the tears that had somehow found their way into my brain. Of all the memories I had been having in the past, this came even stronger than before. I felt sadder and even angrier that the wicked people of the werewolves realm had cut short the beautiful love story of an innocent man that had been after nothing but just to be with the woman he loved and his clan members.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I heard a voice say to me and I flashed an angry look at him when I sniffed him and I found out from his scent that he was a werewolf. Even though I felt like rushing over to him and ripping him apart into two with my wolf claws, I waited silently as he approached me. When he got to where I was, he looked from the squirrel I had killed to my bloodstained hands.
"Are you hungry, Miss? Do you need food?" The young man asked me.
Kill him. Alexander's voice in my head said.
"Are you hungry? Can't you speak?" He asked me again, concern radiating from his voice and his face.
"Yes, I am," I answered his question.
"Oh. Come on then, let's get to my cabin. I still have some food and meat there." The man said to me in a kind manner.
"There's no need for that," I said with a wave of my hand in the air.
"Why not? You are obviously hungry." The man said to me.
"Not for meat," I said with a shrug.
"Then, what are you hungry for?" The innocent man asked.
"Blood," I told him.
The young man's face widened in shock as he saw my claws growing and he finally understood what I had meant by the words I had spoken. He turned around and tried to leave my sight immediately but I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back to me.
"Please...please...don't...don't kill... me." The man pleaded with me, every word out of his mouth laced with fear, and I derived immersed joy from it.
I hesitated from killing him when I remembered how kind the man had been to me. His voice shook and I felt him trembling in my hands. When I looked at him, I saw that he was sobbing silently and I felt remorseful.
Kill him, you coward. Alex's voice said to me again.
No. He's been nothing but kind to me. I tried to respond with the voice in my head.
Have you forgotten what they did to me? To you? To us? The voice asked me again.
But-
-let me remind you, just in case you've forgotten!. The voice shouted into my head.
I let go of the ms I had held on to strong and I held my head as another memory assaulted my brain.
He was a monster. He wasn't meant to live, still, he relished the feeling of being alive once more. What was it the Night Bliss had done to him? Alexander turned to his side, and then he turned back again. He couldn't sleep. They were having a feast, and the noisy chatter hit deep into his subconscious like he was there with them. He might as well be. Alexander used his werewolf power to try and make out what the people were saying. At first, the clank of forks and knives on a plate was all he could hear, until the voices became clearer, more distinctive.
'He did a good job. Alexander the Great," Or so they called him.
"I had to see for myself, they were all dead," this statement was punctuated with intermittent laughter, and he noted the murmurs of agreement.
'Yes. I agree with the alpha. He's good. But, he wouldn't have killed his tribe without some little manipulation of our own." Laughter. Then, more laughter. But Xander froze, and underneath the silky bed covers, his skin burned cold. Wait. What? What did they mean by manipulating?
'Yep. That witch knows how to do her job. Cheers to us, for winning." Meat munching. Glasses clinking. Laughter. More laughter. Drinks sloshing around the rim of cups. Tiny gulps.
Witch? He'd had enough! Alexander got up from bed, and marched out of the room, debating whether he should confront them, or leave them alone to celebrate. He chose the latter. And headed for the balcony where the noise was more subdued, a certain calmness was in the air. He was there for a short while before the company came. Alexander felt his presence before he spoke.
"No!" I yelled at the air when the vision finally stopped.
Do you know why they need to die? They are nothing but manipulators. He's just manipulating you to think he's a good man so that he could get the chance to kill you. Alex's voice wanted me.
My rage became paramount and I looked around for the man I had wanted to kill earlier. I saw the man running through the forest and I ran after him. My wolf gave me extra speed and Alex's power also helped in boosting my racing against the man. I caught up with him and I held him by the arm.
"Help!" He screamed.
I didn't waste any more time in delivering my justice to him for the harm his ancestors had done and how he had tried to manipulate me again. Once my claws were out, I shoved them into his stomach and twisted the hand around his intestines. His scream gave the voice in my head a very satisfying satisfaction and he kept laughing.
"Hel..."
The man attempted to say but he lost his breath and his head fell to the side at an odd angle.
Good. The voice said in my head.
I smiled and turned around to look for another victim to kill.
Now, for the final memory. Alex's voice said.
I sat down on the floor in readiness for the memory. I needed more bad memories to fuel my killing spree and the voice in my head knew just how to do that.
"No!!" He cried loudly and desperately, "How could I..."
As they ripped his flesh apart, he screamed whilst remembering the look of agony in the faces of all those he killed.
He snapped out of self-pity and let out a loud growl, slapping aside the fools that were feeding on his flesh.
"Why?" He roared in anger and a bolt of single lightning appeared in the sky.
Then droplets of rain started to fall and the coldness of the rain burned him. He could feel the veil between him and death fading.
Every living thing was a weapon for source.
If they had to die after fulfilling their mission, then the source would benefit from it. But he had to at least know why.
The insides of his stomach were being eaten raw.
"Why...?" He whispered as he fell into the pack of wolves who ate him alive while he breathed his last.
"They ate us alive, those bastards! They ate us alive!!" I screamed into the forest and my voice echoed back at me.
My gaze fell on the lifeless form of the man I had killed earlier and I began to pound on the already dead man while streams of tears pooled from my eyes on the body.
Where are you, Olivia? I need you to come home. Come back to me.
A voice said in my head and I stopped in the action I had been engaged in. I looked around the forest to be sure that there was no one lurking behind the trees but I couldn't find anyone. I listened with my wolf ears and I waited to hear any strange sounds, but none came.
Only the sound of the tree branches slapping at each other in a contest for who can inflict the most damage to the other. The animals of the forest trotted away, seeking shelter from the wild wind that had suddenly picked up. Then there was the howling wind that seemed to compete with no one but itself. Other than those sounds, my wolf couldn't seem to pick up any other strange sounds.
Then, where did the sound come from?
I knew that it wasn't from the voice in my head because I was already familiar with the menacing way it interacted with me.
Could it be that I had another voice inside my head?
Not knowing what to think about anymore, I went to the little lake by the stream beneath the waterfall to calm my head and my thoughts down.