Twin Moon - Chapter 285 - The Right Thing
Zelena.
In front of me was the ever beautiful Selene.
“Hello, daughter of mine” she sang happily.
“Mother” I smiled half heartedly,
“You heard me” I said with a huff.
“I am always listening” she said as she turned and wondered, more like glided, through the field of white flowers.
“What can I do for you, my girl?” her melodic voice called. There is a lot I wanted to ask her, a lot that I was desperate to understand. But one question stood above the rest.
“I need to know if you knew” I replied, stepping toward her. She didn’t answer right away, but I know she heard me, I know that she knows what I'm talking about. Could she have been behind this prophecy the entire time? Did she create us, Whiskey and I, only for us to die? Is this all her doing?
“Yes” she said quietly as she turned back to face me.
“How long?” I asked solemnly. Pain raked through my chest at her confession.
“Longer than you can imagine” she sighed.
“So you’ve known that one of us was going to die. You’ve known since before we were even born?” I snapped angrily.
“All living things die” she replied unfazed by my anger. How could she do this to me, to us. Is it all fake, is her love just a ruse? Just a way to fill the lines of a story written hundreds of years ago. Did she write this story? Is all of this her fault?
“Did you do this to us, the prophecy, was it all just part of your big celestial plan?” I growled out. Selena chuckled as she sauntered over to me. She ran her long slender fingers over my cheek but kept walking, gliding through the tall flowers.
“I am powerful, my darling. But I do not control destiny, nor do I choose how it comes to pass” she sang out. A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders at her words. That means she didn’t force this wretched prophecy onto us.
“Can we stop it?” I asked the second most burning question on my mind.
“No” she replied in a monotone voice. A tear slid down my cheek and I dropped my head to the ground. That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear.
“Am I the bad one? Am I the one that brings death?” I asked sadly. I didn’t look at my mother as I asked, I was afraid she would see how much I didn’t want to know this answer as well. So many people have died around me, people I care about. Maybe they wouldn’t have if I never met Gunner. I wiped the fresh tears from my cheeks and looked up. Selene was now standing in front of me, watching me with interest.
“Do you think you are?” she asked me.
“Cole died. His dad, my dad, all of those pack warriors. Heck, even Galterio. They all died because of me”. My voice broke as I uttered the last three words. More tears shed and a sob wracked my body.
“If you never gave me Gunner, if I just died in the basement when I was a child, maybe none of this would have happened” I cried. I lowered my head and twisted my fingers together as I sobbed. Not a second later, a cool hand touched my chin and lifted my face. Selene looked at me with sadness in her gaze.
“All living things die, my daughter. Gunner was made for you, as you were for him. Death can make one feel helpless, but death is inevitable either way”.
“Are you telling me that I am going to die?” I blubbered out.
“One day” she said with a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Something she said though itched at my brain creating a new question I hadn’t yet thought of. Selene let go of my chin and was about to continue her gliding.
“Wait” I said as I turned to her.
“You made Gunner for me. Did you make a True Mate for Whiskey too?” I asked with a tilt of my head. Selene stopped her wondering and turned to face me completely. She watched me with a blank expression as I waited for her response. If we were both destined to be the Triple Goddess, she wouldn’t create a True Mate for me and not Whiskey, right? Not unless she knew for sure that it was Whiskey that was going to die. Unless... no. Sickness twisted through my stomach and my chest tightened. I placed my hand over my heart, trying to lessen the pain my thoughts were inflicting on me.
“Was Gunner made for her too?” I choked out painfully. The idea of having to share Gunner was one I could not swallow. There was no way I could ever survive that. He is my everything. Was he made to be her everything too? Selene didn’t answer. Instead, she slowly lowered her body into the grass. She looked over her shoulder at me, and without saying a word, I knew I needed to sit beside her. I sat at her side, with my body facing hers, and waited for the answer to my question. I swallowed hard, trying to call forth enough courage to ask it again.
“Gunner is yours, and yours alone” Selene’s voice sang out. I sighed audibly and my shoulders slumped with relief. I was about to ask another question, but Selene continued.
“Aurora also had a True Mate” she said while looking off into the distance. That means there’s hope. If Selene had planned for us both to have a True Mate, then maybe she planned for both of us to live. Somehow. I smiled, with the newfound hope filling my chest with warmth.
“Is he close by, like Gunner was to me?” I asked. The silence that followed cut my hope in two.
“Aurora killed her True Mate” Selene said sadly as she dropped her head. My chest twisted in pain. Just thinking about Gunner being hurt is enough to make me physically sick. How could Whiskey have survived after being the one to hurt her Mate.
“How?” I managed to choke out.
“Aurora was lost to us many moons ago. Her fated one was nothing more than a casualty of her anger” Selene answered.
“How is she still alive though? I thought you are supposed to die if your True Mate dies” I said gripping my chest.
“There was no connection made. She never saw him, nor did he see her”.
“How is that possible?” I blanked.
“Aurora’s anger has taken many lives, more than even she knows. So many of my children, gone” Selene whispered. Her voice was laced with so much sorrow. Her sadness seeped into me, bringing forth more tears. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know how to comfort her. So I didn’t, I just stared at her blankly.
“Aurora never got the chance to find her anchor, her love. Her anger moves through her so swiftly, pushing her, leading her. She wasn’t capable of looking upon each one of her victims. And even then, she may not have seen him”. The confirmation swirled through my brain. All those Weres. Their lives, she took them all.
“She really is the killer, the one attacking all those packs” I whispered dejectedly. It wasn’t a question. I just needed to hear myself say it out loud. Silence ensued between us as I tried to wrap my head around the revelation.
“Does that mean that she is the bad one, the death bringer, it’s not me?”.
Selene didn’t answer, she just picked a flower and played with its petals. I turned away from her and looked out over the pure white landscape. Whiskey is the killer. All those packs, all those Weres. The children, the innocent. How could she do that to them? Why would she do that to them? Is that why she came to Tri-Moon, is she going to kill my pack members, my family? I can’t let that happen.
“She won’t stop, will she?” I said out loud, more to myself than to Selene. Whiskey has suffered so much, more than anyone else. Probably more than even me. I understand how a lifetime of hate filled abuse can warp your mind. Growing up with Hank, he did everything in his power to make me weak and miserable. And I was, every day I wanted to die. At least I found Gunner at the end of that shitstorm. I know now why Hank never just let me die. He wasn’t allowed to. But Whiskey, her life was much different. She was tortured on the daily, like clockwork. Trained and brainwashed to hate her own kind. I can only imagine what other awful things those monsters did to her. Or what they made her do or see. I mean she saw our father die, and Selene showed me what that did to her. She holds so much hate and resentment in her heart. There is no happily ever after at the end of this for her. How can there be? Whiskey never got the chance to find her peace. She destroyed her lifeboat before it could save her. I can't let her destroy mine too.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked looking at the side of my mother's face.
“You do as you have always done” she answered cryptically.
“What is that exactly?” I huffed. She turned to face me and cupped my cheek. Her gentle fingers felt cool against my skin. Her loving gaze penetrated through my chaotic thoughts. The sound of her steady and rhythmic breathing lulled me into a sense of calmness that I didn’t know I was capable of.
“The right thing” she whispered. As her breath fanned across my face, my body fell back into the grass. I stirred and shot up onto four paws. I looked around at the now dark field and regained my bearings. I was back home again, in the flower field. I stretch my limbs and shook my bottom half and tail. I wasn’t worried anymore. I was still sad and still a little scared. But my understanding had become clear now. Whiskey is an unstable force of rage and destruction. She isn’t going to stop killing the Weres, not even now that she has regained her memories. If anything, I think it will only drive her further into herself and her pain. I can see how this world will look if she is the Triple Goddess that survives the prophecy. The wolf will thrive, I have no doubt about that. But peace under Whiskey will be all darkness. Oppression, pain, and death. All conceived under a corrupt monarchy. Human and Were alike, they will all kneel to the pressure, stuck under the heel of her foot. She needs to be stopped. It's the right thing to do.
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