Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Rhea
I didn’t want people to die. I really don’t.
“No–what?” I blink at him, flabbergasted. Is he joking? He has to be. “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s an itch that needs to be scratched,” He admits to me, his tone completely serious, unhinged. “And there’s something I need to take back from Elias. Killing would be sufficient for me to take it back. Don’t you think so, Rhea?*
“No, no.” I shake my head again and again.
He steps in front of me, his hands move over my damp face, and he smooths my hair back before holding my chin lightly, “Well, there’s nothing you can really say. All you can do is watch as I show you.”
I nearly get up from the bed, but there’s pressure on my shoulder that forces me to remain seated. My heart races a little, and there’s a tremble over my lips that I refuse to acknowledge. My eyes trail back to him as he takes two steps back and looks at me.
“You’ll go where I go, you’ll do what I say, and you’ll remain quiet throughout this,” he says in a tone full of warning. Now, change and get some sleep. Once the storm has passed, I’ll wake you.”
“Where are you going?” I ask when he glances toward the door.
“To arrange a few things.”
A second later, he’s gone. There’s a rush inside my chest as I try to process what just happened. He’s a cruel monster, after all. Had I forgotten what his pack is known for? But this–this is madness. Insane and mad.
I lean back on the bed and collapse into it, unsure of what has happened or will happen. The sheets around me are warm, and the duvet is soft. Although my entire body is frozen stiff.
I remember what I’m wearing or am not, and it’s just a towel. I get off the bed and search the room again, looking for something to wear. And there is something for me to wear, something he has left for me. It’s over the table in the far
corner.
Clothes, Folded neatly and left there. For me.
I take them and run my hand through them before wearing them. They are comfortable and warm enough. And the best part is that they fit me. After changing, I keep the towel on the side and turn to the bed.
The silence inside this house is not something I’m accustomed to. I am used to noise, either of the town or the packhouse. But here, there’s nothing. Just the raindrops hitting against the glass window and the harsh thunders cracking in the sky.
I tell myself, over and over again, that I’m not there anymore. That I doubt I’ll ever be there again. My home is gone, my family is gone, my pack is gone–they all have abandoned me. There’s nothing left for me anymore. Nothing. No one. I’m alone.
My back presses against the soft pillow, and I curl on the bed.
I’m alone.
There is no reason for me to be alive and breathing. Except that someone saved me. From fire and death. From everything.
Someone did.
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My head spins with uneasiness as I roll on the bed over to my back 1 stare at the uriling barkly say my bad hands shaking. I wonder what my parents are doing, where they are, and if they are thinking about forgive me for being the worst daughter to have ever existed.
Do they even know that I’m gone?
Another thunder cracks the silence, breaking the stillness for a moment. I bury myself benzer f moment, my eyes close.
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For most of the night, I find myself falling asleep and waking up every five to ten minutes. Sosetes is conti wakes me up, and sometimes, it’s the thought of being burned and dead that wakes me up. Even i get deep. than ten minutes.
As soon as the sun rises, I’m already awake and sitting up. The rain hasn’t stopped, but it’s significantly few and for faster has come to an end. Thankfully,
Aron comes to me a few minutes later. As he enters the room, my eyes briefly look upon him before 1g off for bet
“Did you sleep?”
I nod my head, “A little.”
“Alright.”
He picks up a jacket and spreads it out before throwing it around my shoulder. “Is it yours? 1 question a little nervos too big for me, not my size.
“Who else would it belong to?” He says, pulling the zipper up and securing the jacket around me. It’s said state and don’t want you ending up sick.”
I nod.
“Wear your shoes and come down. We’ll leave.”
I nod again.
He leaves the room after that, and I quickly look around the room for the shoes, which I find in the corner. They ar mine. They are his, too. I wear them without a thought before going after him.
Downstairs, I don’t see anyone, but I hear a few voices coming from outside. When I look through the window by the duar, I see a couple of men near the cars, standing and talking. Aron is among them, too, and so is that she was done in beer
I step back for a moment and take a deep breath. I have no idea why I’m so tense Aron hasn’t hurt or to any way–gen Für will certainly not like it if I start trembling with fear in his presence. I’ve to stop. Now
When I open the door, the cold, harsh wind strokes my face and hair. I glance around uncertain and appertime A finishes his conversation before turning to me and approaching. The men behind goes into one of the car and one that I
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have seen before goes into another car.
“Come on. It won’t be long.” Aron tells me as I stand there.
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I nod, my fingers fidgeting around the jacket’s zipper before I follow him into the car. He lets me inside first, and then he’s gone for a minute before returning and sitting next to me.
The car starts and leaves the area, heading toward the gates and then further outside onto the main road. The other vehicle follows us behind. I keep looking outside at the sun rising, the night’s darkness fading little by little, and the clear skies pecking through the clouds.
“Are you hungry?” Aron asks me.
I turn to him, “I–no.” I haven’t been hungry. I haven’t even considered eating.
He gives me a simple nod, understanding.
The drive is a lot more than what I thought. Almost four hours. It goes by slowly, almost painfully, since it’s so far from where I’ve always been. We go up north, toward the northern pack territories.
There are eight northern wolf packs, one of them being Aron’s. The rest, I’m not sure about.
The northern packs are mostly traditional and old–fashioned, but they are also feared and respected by the other packs. Their territories are bigger, their resources are vast, and their borders are the biggest in the whole country.
Their lands are surrounded by mountains, snow, and pine trees. And I notice that immediately when entering their territory. The weather here is far colder than back home, but it’s beautiful. It’s a sight to witness.
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