Chapter 19 Behind the Scenes

Ava's POV
I think my own face must look very ugly now.
People speak out of tune when they are too emotional, and their features can be distorted by the expressions they make. In short, it is very ugly.
I thought I must be that way.
Otherwise it wouldn't be that whoever I looked at, lowered their head or looked elsewhere. Even Adele is the same.
The scene felt so familiar to me that I thought I must have experienced it at some point. It was the same gesture and the same day. But which day it was, I can't remember.
It was a long, long time later, perhaps one night many years later, that Adele told me that she still remembered this day.
She said she remembered going back to Blue Moon, seeing houses burning, seeing the bodies of dead people, and how she couldn't find me.
But she was standing across from me in the woods again, seeing my eyes red, still shaking with blood, and my whole body shaking.
Is it?
But I don't remember much about it anymore.
And I thought I was imposing.
Aaron stared at me without making any sound, his hair blown up by the wind, revealing a bare forehead, and a pair of sky blue eyes.
I remember these eyes, I think he was a person who was not good at expressing himself, so he was always so silent looking at others, looking at any person.
Those eyes could talk. They told me of his guilt, his remorse and worried anger, but now they were empty, with nothing in them.
It was like I was staring at two stone beads.
"Consider this my betrayal of you." I said this at last. "If you, all of you, would like to think so, I'll go."
"I can leave right now."
When I finished, I knelt down, picked up what belonged to me on the ground, and turned to leave.
Of course no one would want to keep me, there was a damn silence behind me.
That's it, I think, that's all for now.
Anyway, I've gotten enough, there's no need to stay on. It's better to be a betrayer, as Edna said, than to be an undercover agent who came here from Bright Moon Pack.
But then Adele's voice came from behind me. "Bertha!"
It sounded almost like a terrible scream, and I didn't hear any anger, only surprise and worry.
I jerked my head back.
Instead of any familiar face, I was greeted by a knife, and I could even see the blood dripping from its tip.
After the knife light, I saw Aaron's face.
It's really not expected, isn't it?
My brain has not yet completely turned around, but my body has already sensed the danger in advance, subconsciously backing up, side, blocking. These are the movements engraved deep in my memory, they accompanied me on the training ground for hundreds of times, and for the first time they were finally used in the right place.
I remembered the phrase I heard the most growing up, watch your back.
Be sure not to show your back to anyone who might become an enemy without a trusted person. Do not assume that your wolf and your own reflexes will necessarily protect you.
No one can dodge any knife that comes stabbing at the back. Because it must be different from any other time in this life.
I just didn't understand it at the time.
And now it's too late.
My blocking only bought myself a moment to breathe, and I misjudged my strength, which wasn't much left after the previous Blue Mountain Pack attack.
It's lodged deep in my shoulder blade.
I was surprised at how little pain I could feel in this moment.
Aaron's killing move came again after a moment's pause, and he didn't even pull out the knife on my shoulder!
I responded woodenly, losing the strength in one arm, and was soon forced to a tree. His hand had come straight for my neck.
Once he gets his hands on me, I don't think I'll have to see the sun tomorrow.
However, at that moment, my afterimage swept Sam's speedy dash, and at the moment I saw him I thought he was coming to help Aaron.
Usually when there is no injury an Aaron I still can not beat, let alone is now coupled with a Beta second only to Aaron the Alpha?
I simply gave up resistance, left hand a hard, pulled out the knife still stuck in the gap between the shoulder blades, it should be stuck in the middle of the joint, at first I could not pull it.
I pondered whether I should plunge the knife into Aaron's chest or struggle a little more and finally give myself a stab in the neck, so that the death at least looks good.
I don't want to be taken back to Blue Moon Pack to be interrogated and tortured.
"Bertha!"
Sam's are on the verge of shouting a broken voice. "He's got a problem, get out of the way."
It was only at this point that I finally took a serious look at Aaron's face, and there was indeed something wrong. His pupils were somewhat reddened, his eyes were slightly bulging outward, and his cheeks had burned red.
The binge is back. I sighed inwardly, after conditioning him for so long, just once it was like destroying all the previous efforts.
I should have realized a little earlier that he was in the wrong state, from the rescue coming when he broke the necks of two people directly, to the later half silent and then apologized to me.
If I had found out earlier, I might not be in this situation.
The people around also heard Sam's shouting, at this point have gathered around to try to stop Aaron, however none of them succeeded.
Aaron crazy also with the same as before, who came up he is a series of attacks, not the slightest hand, a few people have been lying on the ground can not get up, look at the situation is more serious injuries than me.
"You get around his back!" Sam shouted at me as he barely managed to hold his waist, barely missing the floor on his knees as Aaron smashed his back several more times between his words.
I barely made it around to his back with one hand on the belt knife I pulled off my shoulder, just a few steps away, and I already felt a little blur in front of my eyes.
"Hold his hands and feet down." My voice was not loud, but those who heard it rushed to come running again.
The group finally managed to hold the frenzied Aaron down haphazardly, but in such a short period of time, Aaron's state was completely out of control. When I touched the back of his neck, in addition to feeling a handful of sweat, there was a fine layer of fluff.
"Call his name." I said. "Adele, come here and call your brother's name."
Adele ran over with her face full of tears and sat down on her knees beside us.
"Brother, Aaron."
Her voice trembled and tears fell drop by drop on the surface of my hand.
"I need someone to fill my prescriptions."
I continued the explanation in a dumb voice. "Take out what you found in my room. The red glass tube from the first drawer, the syringe 0.15 ml."
This time Mike came running over, a huge pile in his hands that fell to the ground just as he reached me, and I saw his trembling hand draw the potion from the glass tube into the syringe and finally sighed in relief and continued. "And then there was the purple Cardoine 0.21 ml."
This mixed inhibitor can barely keep Aaron from wolfing, if he transformed into wolf form now, our group might have to die.
"It's still a 0.5 ml syringe with 0.38 Midagallan."
This short-acting sedative can calm him down temporarily, which I rarely used before. Because it has no effect on him. But after so many days of treatment, his body can already accept sedative-type drugs, which can perhaps be considered an improvement.
My things were thrown all over the place, among them the letters Edna mentioned, but no one is bothering with them now.
Aaron slowly quieted down, I signaled the others to let go of him, and he lay limp and still on the ground, his eyes vacant.
I moved my arm, the blood hadn't stopped by now, it was still flowing down. While preparing to use my other hand to get some gauze and hemostatic medicine, I found that my hand had been held tightly by another small hand.
It's Adele.
When did she come to hold my hand?
It seems to have just been held by me shouting over, only I never noticed.
And I still had the belt knife in my lap.
"Now just wait for his medicine to wear off." I said as I sat on the ground and looked up at the sky.
Today the sky is also very blue, probably because of the previous rain, clean as a glass.
When I lowered my head I found myself touching my hand on the belt knife, Adele's hand had been removed from my hand.
And that knife is Tom's.
He used this knife to protect all of us for the rest of our lives, including me, and blocked the opposite side for me before he died.
He must not have thought that after his death, the knife would end up stabbing me with the blood that had not yet dried on his body.
Stabbed at me by the Alpha he had been following all his life.
Is this a joke of God, or a pre-destined outcome? Just like fate?
"Let's go." Fog, who hadn't been speaking, said again, his voice sounding frail.
"Did you get hurt?" I asked her, and she said no. "Maybe a little, but I didn't notice."
What just happened threw everything out of whack.
"Let's go." I answered her.
Go before Aaron wakes up, I saved him again, let's call it even, I don't owe him, and he didn't do me wrong.
I slowly got up from the floor, covering my shoulder with gauze, with Tom's belt knife stuck in my fingers.
I'm going to take it with me.
If I ever meet someone from the Blue Mountain Pack, I will use this knife to avenge his death.
Provided that I am still alive.
"Bertha," Adele called out to me again from behind her.
It's still the same name. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't actually called that at all, but I said nothing and kept walking forward.
"Stand still." A low and cold voice then rang out.
It's Aaron. He's awake.
My heart fell hard at the moment I heard his voice, pulling at my chest with pain.
I won't stay any longer, I said in my mind, unless he stabs me in the back again now.
"Bertha," Sam's voice followed suit. "I think you should wait and at least take care of your wounds before ......"
"Besides. I think there are other explanations for this matter."