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None appeared. I didn't give up and kept calling out and sifting through the cacophony.
After repeating this for about an hour, all I saw were dead people who the house had crushed. I yelled again because I still wasn't ready to give up.
Not a single person could be seen. I finally gave up and cried out while falling to the ground. My body rushed with sobs that were loud and irrepressible.
My favourite activity today appears to be sobbing, it seems. Crying appeared to be the only appropriate response for me to have today because I felt hopeless and pitiful.
My eyes were now dehydrated. I collapsed on the ground, trembling and hiccupping when I ran out of tears.
When I could relax, I concentrated on my hearing to see if I could hear anything. I was still deciding whether to give up.
I was greeted by total quiet.
Nothing was present there then.
The realization struck me instantly. I had slain my entire pack. Because of me, every single one of them was dead.
I committed murder. I may, even though I hadn't killed my mother, I had killed every single person she cared about, and to me, it counts as the same as killing her.
After this, I wasn't sure if I could live with myself. With the blood of hundreds of people on my hands, how could I survive? The most challenging aspect was that they were all blameless in this.
Everything was strange. There was no way this could be true. It must have felt like a nightmare.
I groaned and gave myself a self-pinch as I realized this wasn't a nightmare but reality.
My world,
Finale del flashback.
POV of Marina
Several months later,
Behind me, I heard a yelling voice saying, "Get her!"
I was carrying a bag of stolen items through the market when a bunch of men started after me. I accelerated my speed and sprinted towards the woods, dodging shoppers.
I was confident that I would be secure if I made it into the woods. Since they were unfamiliar with the woods, I could conceal them.
Given that I'd been living in a cave for several months, it was only natural for me to know the woods like the back of my hand.
Everything was different after that horrible day. I altered. Never again was I the same as before. I completely agree with those claiming that I was punishing myself for my sins that day.
I've been evading capture since I wiped off the Crystal Blue pack's whole population. I was the main suspect when people learned of the extermination of the Crystal Blue pack, which only made sense as I was the only living entity with the capability to bring forth such devastation.
I had to turn to steal from people since I always saw wanted posters everywhere I went. Theft from people was another offence to be added to the list of things why I was wanted.
Any human interaction was frowned upon and subject to severe punishment. I was stealing from them while also conversing with them in this situation. These transgressions might land me in the wolf jail.
Yes, they did house wolves in prison. We couldn't maintain law and order any other way.
I've got enough of that mushy, depressing stuff; the market men were still after me. Thanks to my fantastic speed, I could outpace them and still had time to climb a tree.
I shielded myself from them by disguising myself with the leaves and stood still as a statue. I observed from above as they hastily searched the area without seeing me.
To enrage them even more, I wanted to yell, "up here," but I refrained from doing so. It's time to go home since I have had enough fun for the day.
I did this every week. The town's men would hunt me to restock on supplies once I entered the city. I always managed to get away and return home, where I hid until I ran out of stores, so the cycle continued.
This habit had grown old to me. It had grown stale and monotonous. It was boring to hide out by myself. I imagine we had some friendship with the men from the town. Right, we weren't, but they were the only people I had for the company.
I descended from the tree and let out a melancholy sigh since I didn't want to get lost in my gloomy thoughts until I arrived home. I took my time getting there and made stops along the route to interact with the creatures I encountered.
The closest thing I had to a friend has evolved into an animal. They would listen to me talk and showed no signs of passing judgment.
Ok, ok. I'll be honest. I wasn't sure whether they were paying attention, but a girl could dream.
palace. I had a cave home. During a bounty quest, I stumbled into the cave I now called home.
I wondered whether I would be alive if it weren't for this cave. It gave me a fresh start and was my saviour. Nobody knew its existence because it was completely hidden from prying eyes by vines and bushes that grew at the entrance.
I moved the vines slightly to the side and entered, making sure to reposition them after I was inside to avoid attracting attention.
There were only a few blankets, batteries, a lamp, food, water, and some worn-out clothing that I discovered in a dumpster inside. For me, this was my home.
I sighed with relief as I sat down on the ground's blankets and went through my bag. I had to cook virtually everything in my backpack since I was starving.
I retrieved a pie I had smuggled out of a bakery and dove in. Although true, I ate the pie like I hadn't eaten in days. I could not exit the cave because authorities were looking for a fugitive outside it who, happily, wasn't me.
I was able to steal some food today because
I didn't have any. I didn't view my life as dismal or depressing, even though many people would. Even though everyone was looking for me, this was the first time I felt free.
I was by myself and by myself. I was capable of virtually anything.
After finishing my pie, I sat back on the blankets and patted my now-full tummy. Being alone with your thoughts was the most challenging aspect of being alone.
I used to wonder what had become of him. I would frequently ponder issues like:
Has he continued?
Has he lost sight of me?
Is he content?
Has he joined her?
Is he trying to find me?
Is he wedded?
Does he now have children?
When will I next see him? The list keeps on.
Every time I thought about him, like every day, a wave of misery and despair would always rush over me. I couldn't remember a day without thinking of him. I would sometimes be unable to stop thinking about him.
No matter what I did or how hard I tried, I could never escape the deceit of my ideas. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even if he wore his trademark frown, which always seemed to be there when I was around, I would give anything to look at his face again.
That wasn't just. I was confident that it made no difference to him whether I was alive or dead. I was daydreaming about someone who didn't give a damn, acting like a fool.
I muttered, "Curse you, Moon Goddess", as I wiped away a stray tear.
You can imagine I sobbed every day since it always made me cry to think about him. Everything stung significantly more since the mate bond had not been shattered. He would never love me back, but I still had feelings for him.
"Why couldn't he have just rejected me?" I exhaled an angry sigh.
I'm aware that the discomfort would have been much worse, but at least I would have likely recovered by now. Or I could have lost my mind and already murdered myself to end my suffering.
I don't even believe I hadn't attempted suicide before. I tried countless times, but I always came up short.
I have tried so many different techniques each time I woke up a few hours later. My abilities seemed to be making fun of me. I didn't want to live, but I was unable to stop.
I've tried to hang myself and have even occasionally drowned. I've attempted to jump into a volcano previously, and most didn't work. My adventure within the volcano left me with third-degree burns, which made me appear repulsive for a few days.
Never again will I plunge into a volcano. In addition, crocodiles are not amicable. It took me a while to realize that. When the crocodile chose to make me his lunch, I was patting him.
That was unquestionably my worst moment.
Experiences. A lesson well absorbed.
Being unbreakable was annoying, but it was also a lot of fun. I grinned at all the recollections of my crazy exploits that I would not have been able to undertake for fear of dying.
My smile disappeared the moment I started to think about that terrible day that forever altered my life. Again, it was impossible for me to avoid thinking about it, but I always tried.
Since the incident left everything as it was the day it was destroyed, I have only returned once. Heard murmurings that no one had survived.
Numerous others feared me. Wanted me to make up for what I'd done. They wanted me to make up for what I'd done. Thoughts of turning myself around had repeatedly crossed my mind, but I never had the fortitude to do so.
Didn't want to admit what they did in front of everyone. They resorted to hiding out of fear of the results of their acts.
I was in deep contemplation when footsteps and, eventually, the shuffling of vines were heard. A person had located me.
"Who's there?"
POV of Marina
I scampered as swiftly as I could and moved away from the intrusion. He gave me a dubious look and gestured with his hand to indicate that he didn't mean any harm, but I wasn't willing to fall for his trick and let my guard down.
I strained my eyes to see him more clearly, and that's when it hit me. He has been after me for months, and I have seen him before.
There was no way he would have entered this room without wanting to kidnap me and sell me for the highest price.
He took a few steps towards me and said calmly, "I'm not here to hurt you.
I yelled in a panic, "Don't come any closer", stretching out my hands in readiness to strike if he did anything.
He straightened his stance and groaned, saying, "Look, you are not safe here" He ran his hands through his hair.
I deadpanned, "No shit."
"You are in their awareness. They have been informed for months, "He said gravely.
No one, outside you, of course, is aware of my location.
"They know. They have merely passed the time by building a device that will allow them to command you. They do not desire your demise. They intend to employ you to eliminate their adversaries, "He clarified.
"Why are you saying this to me? What brought you here?" I questioned, unsure even then.
It was simply impossible for a total stranger who has been stalking you for weeks to appear and warn you suddenly.
"For months I thought that you were the enemy. They brainwashed everyone to see you as a threat, but I know the truth now"
And what is the reality, I wondered with curiosity.
He said it more as a statement than a question?".