Chapter 153
RHEA
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There’s a certain sense of freedom in not having to live up to someone’s expectations. When that part of your life is done and over with, you’re simply left to yourself. Where you finally have control of your own life.
That is something that Rhea didn’t have the pleasure of knowing or having.
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She was bound to her fate, bound by the pack’s laws. There was always someone watching her, waiting for her to make mistakes, and waiting for the opportunity to punish her for them. There was a constant need to prove herself to everyone.
But now, now it’s different. It’s not her anymore. She’s not the one who’s here now. It is me and the rest of me. The better part. The one who will make a difference, a real difference.
I’m standing by the window of her bedroom–the room that is mine now–watching the forest and everything beyond that. It’s a cloudy morning, have been all day.
Even when I went on a run earlier.
It was something she didn’t get the chance to do often enough, to feel what it’s like to be a true wolf. But I’ve had the chance, I’ve felt it in my bones.
The rush, the power and the way the ground moved under my paw.
“There’s a freedom in it, and I relish it.
“You’re back,” Marcella comes to the doorway and says as she finds me.
I turn from the window, “Yes.”
“Did you go out again? Running?”
“Yes.”
“Be careful. Someone might catch your scent and follow you back. The council is keeping a lookout for Catelyn, and there’s an ongoing investigation.” She tells me, looking around the room. “It’s been a few days.”
“Almost a week,” I sit down on the couch. “I know.”
Marcella hovers by the door for a moment, shifting from foot to foot. She’s uneasy, I can tell that.
“You’ve been settling in fine.”
“Almost like I didn’t die.” I laugh a little. “Feels nice.”
“Do you want me to bring your breakfast up?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’ll be done in a bit.”
She nods before leaving the room. I wait for a few moments, waiting till she’s gone, before I get up and walk in the same direction as her, except that I don’t head downstairs.
I head right.
There’s no one else in this house aside from Marcella. Kovas comes, but he doesn’t stays. He comes, checks up and then leaves as he has other matters to handle. Pack matters as he’s the Alpha now.
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Though I doubt he feels any joy in that, considering Aron is in prison.
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I haven’t been out much since I rose. Just a few runs every day to stretch my wolf. I haven’t had any visitors, nor has anyone
seen me.
I want to write back to my family, to let them know that I’m fine and that I’m here, but I fear that it won’t take long before it reaches the council.
The council, who is now on the lookout for Catelyn for murdering me.
Doubt they’ll find her.
Not unless I go looking first.
Taking a deep breath, I twist the knob and open the door of Aron’s study that is just down the hall. Inside, everything’s dark and cold. The fireplace is empty, the curtains are drawn shut, and everything is just still.
His scent, the way he smelled, it lingers here.
I breathe it in and close the door behind me. My hand trails over the wood on the desk, and I remember all that’s happened.
Killing Kael.
Being with Aron.
Being happy, for a little while, before everything fell apart and went to dust.
My fingers brush over the papers on his desk before I finally sit down on the leather chair. It feels strange to be sitting here. Strange, because it was he who used to, and not I.
Now it’s different.
Everything is.
My eyes wander over the desk and I see all the paperwork that has just been left there, almost like abadoned. I’m curious as to why Kovas hasn’t taken it or looked over it.
Shifting my thoughts, I open up one of the drawers to find more papers and then I open another one that’s beneath. The one I recalled Aron keeping the letters–letters he wrote, letters Kael wrote.
There are still many there. Unsent letters. Some of them are written to the Alpha’s of the packs he wanted to take over, some are written to his family, and some are written to me.
He never told me he wrote so much, and so often.
I just thought it was for an instance. A few of them here and there.
I can’t help but feel like I’ve missed a part of him that he never showed.
My heart feels heavy, but in a different way as I open one and lean forward to start reading.
‘You always keep running, Rhea. I cannot find you this time, even when I look. You were right in front of me, and now you’re not. And it makes me mad. Makes me want to destroy everything in my way until I have you.
You don’t understand what you don’t know. And until you don’t know, you won’t stop running, will you?‘
The ache grows in my chest, and for a moment there I wonder what could have happened if things were different.
If she had been different…
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I fold the paper and place it back into the drawer with the rest before closing it. His wolf is dead, and most of these letters were written by Kael. And now they mean nothing. There’s no reason for me to read them. No point in knowing what he wrote for me.
I take a deep breath and shift my attention over the paperwork. Some of them are land deeds, territory rights and pack rights.
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Aron had gotten the rights to all the werewolf packs in the north before the council took it, before I poisoned him and killed his wolf. He was so close, just on the edge, and I ruined it.
Suddenly, I drop the papers in my hand as the door knob twists. Marcella’s going to be pissed if she finds me in here.
But it’s not she who comes in.
“What are you doing in here?”
