Chapter 175
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Chapter 175
RHEA
The first thing I register is the cold.
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It clings to me like a wet sheet, chilling my skin and making me shiver. It’s almost unbearable, but not the most painful. Not the most terrifying. That comes from the restraints on my wrists and legs.
I’m bound and cuffed, with ropes.
And there’s a metallic taste in my mouth.
Blood.
I open my eyes and the bright lights straight up hit me from all four sides of the room I am in. White stone walls, chairs, and men sitting on them. Men from the council that I recognise. It’s not all eight of them, just three. The head, Alexander, and one more, I can’t recall.
“I was beginning to worry,” The head says softly, his voice echoing through the room. He stands and approaches me. “You were out longer than anticipated. But I’m you woke.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes.
“What the fuck…” I can barely find the words as my head throbs. “Did you do to me?”
He doesn’t flinch. “Took a little blood. Nothing invasive. Nothing you haven’t survived before.”
My eyes narrow onto my arm, where I can clearly see the swelling forming from where they took my blood. It’s no wonder that I’m feeling so weak.
But that… those things that pierced into my back.
“Who was that–man?” I question. “The one who stopped me from hurting you and your pathetic little wolves.”
“Oh, don’t concern yourself with that.”
My breaths come out ragged as I lean against the chair that I’m tied to. I don’t have to think twice to know where I am. The council’s headquarters. The walls are too familiar, along with the chairs that are spread out.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” I challenge, meeting his eyes again.
“That isn’t in our interest. Yet,” He answers. “But we do need to know… what you are capable of. And how all of this can be, somehow, handled.”
“I’m a wolf. Just like the rest of you.”
“No, Rhea. You were a wolf. Before resurrection. Before you died. Now you’re something else entirely. And frankly, we’re not sure what that is.”
“Then why don’t you figure it out yourselves instead of tying me to a fucking chair like I’m some rabid animal?”
“You tore through eleven of our warriors last night. Tell me, how would you have restrained yourself?”
I don’t answer.
Because he’s right. I remember it in flashes, the teeth, the screams and the cries of the wolves I ripped and killed. The taste of their blood on my tongue, it was just simply divine.
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“Your control is gone,” he continues. “And soon, the rest of your humanity will follow that. What does one become when they lose their humanity?” He questions, and I still don’t answer. “A rabid animal.”
I can feel a low, burning fire in the pit of my stomach as I stare up at him.
“And what is the solution to that?” I spit out the words. “If you’re so clever? And if you have seen this before? Because I was controlling myself until you called.”
“That’s the thing, you’ve never been in control. You’ve just been negotiating with your own shadow
“What the hell does that even mean?”
He glances at one of the other two before getting up and coming to me.
“I have only seen this once before,” he begins, “Long before you. Long before I ever came into the Council. There was a man, someone who was once a warrior and had fought many great battles. He climbed up to become a Beta, and to secure his position, he used the help of a witch who granted him strength. Far beyond what the moon ever intended for a wolf. And he never died, he resurrected when he was ripped in a battle.”
I stare up at him, seeing the worry grow on his face, which makes me a little too concerned.
“He lost his pack, lost his title, lost his mind. Turned on his mate. Killed her in cold blood. And when the council finally caught him, they couldn’t execute him. Because every time they did…” he exhales slowly. “he came back.”
My spine stiffened.
“What happened then?”
“What do you think?” He arches a brow, staring at me with the same cold expression.
“They got rid of him,” I say slowly. “Didn’t they? Permanently?”
“And how do you think they did that? How does one stop an immortal wolf from rising?”
“You’re speaking in riddles,” I growl. “Just tell me already-”
“Rhea,” he cuts me off, and I’m glad he does, because my wolf would have certainly snapped. “They burned his other self. The one who died. And then they killed him and buried him under the temple grounds where he still remains dead.”
My blood runs cold at those words.
“So, you do want to kill me?” I whisper, voice shaking, not out of fear, but fury barely restrained. My claws press against the edges of my skin, wanting to break through. My wolf trembles inside me, pacing like she already knows where this is going.
“We don’t want to kill you, Rhea. Times have changed. We have come so far. But we might have to if you cannot find a way to stop that madness brewing within you.” He says softly like he doesn’t wants to hurt me.
I don’t reply, I don’t say anything for a long while as his words register in my head. If I’m a danger, if this thing within me can only get worse, then it’s better to stop now. To find a solution that won’t be so bloody.
But the problem is, there is no cure. No cure for this madness, no cure to stop the beast inside me that only wants blood.
“Rhea, I have to ask,” he says again. “The witch that created the spell… do you know where she is?”
“No.” It comes out fast, almost defensive. “Why? Do you plan to find her?”
“Perhaps there’s a way to undo this. To reverse this before it’s too late.”
“What do you mean undo? Undo what? My death?”
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“I suppose in a way.”
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I take a sharp breath in. They want to undo it. They want to bury me, and wake her up again, the one who died, the one who’s still sleeping in the room, the one who isn’t a danger, isn’t a rabid animal, isn’t a monster.
They can’t do that. I can’t let that happen. She can’t return.
She’s dead and she’ll remain that way.
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RHEA
The first thing I register is the cold.
It clings to me like a wet sheet, chilling my skin and making me shiver. It’s almost unbearable, but not the most painful. Not the most terrifying. That comes from the restraints on my wrists and legs.
I’m bound and cuffed, with ropes.
And there’s a metallic taste in my mouth.
Blood.
I open my eyes and the bright lights straight up hit me from all four sides of the room I am in. White stone walls, chairs, and men sitting on them. Men from the council that I recognise. It’s not all eight of them, just three. The head, Alexander, and one more, I can’t recall.
“I was beginning to worry.” The head says softly, his voice echoing through the room. He stands and approaches me. “You were out longer than anticipated. But I’m you woke.”
I lift my head and meet his eyes.
“What the fuck…” I can barely find the words as my head throbs. “Did you do to me?”
He doesn’t flinch. “Took a little blood. Nothing invasive. Nothing you haven’t survived before.”
My eyes narrow onto my arm, where I can clearly see the swelling forming from where they took my blood. It’s no wonder that I’m feeling so weak.
But that… those things that pierced into my back.
“Who was that–man?” I question. “The one who stopped me from hurting you and your pathetic little wolves.”
“Oh, don’t concern yourself with that.”
My breaths come out ragged as I lean against the chair that I’m tied to. I don’t have to think twice to know where I am. The council’s headquarters. The walls are too familiar, along with the chairs that are spread out.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” I challenge, meeting his eyes again.
“That isn’t in our interest. Yet,” He answers. “But we do need to know… what you are capable of. And how all of this can be, somehow, handled.”
“I’m a wolf. Just like the rest of you.”
“No, Rhea. You were a wolf. Before resurrection. Before you died. Now you’re something else entirely. And frankly, we’re not sure what that is.”
“Then why don’t you figure it out yourselves instead of tying me to a fucking chair like I’m some rabid animal
“You tore through eleven of our warriors last night. Tell me, how would you have restrained yourself?”
I don’t answer.
Because he’s right. I remember it in flashes, the teeth, the screams and the cries of the wolves I ripped and killed. The taste of their blood on my tongue, it was just simply divine.
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“Your control is gone,” he continues. “And soon, the rest of your humanity will follow that. What does one become when they lose their humanity?” He questions, and I still don’t answer. “A rabid animal.”
I can feel a low, burning fire in the pit of my stomach as I stare up at him.
“And what is the solution to that?” I spit out the words. “If you’re so clever? And if you have seen this before? Because I was controlling myself until you called.”
“That’s the thing, you’ve never been in control. You’ve just been negotiating with your own shadow”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
He glances at one of the other two before getting up and coming to me.
“I have only seen this once before,” he begins, “Long before you. Long before I ever came into the Council. There was a man, someone who was once a warrior and had fought many great battles. He climbed up to become a Beta, and to secure his position, he used the help of a witch who granted him strength. Far beyond what the moon ever intended for a wolf. And he never died, he resurrected when he was ripped in a battle.”
I stare up at him, seeing the worry grow on his face, which makes me a little too concerned.
“He lost his pack, lost his title, lost his mind. Turned on his mate. Killed her in cold blood. And when the council finally caught him, they couldn’t execute him. Because every time they did…” he exhales slowly. “he came back.”
My spine stiffened.
“What happened then?”
“What do you think?” He arches a brow, staring at me with the same cold expression.
“They got rid of him,” I say slowly. “Didn’t they? Permanently?”
“And how do you think they did that? How does one stop an immortal wolf from rising?”
“You’re speaking in riddles,” I growl. “Just tell me already-”
“Rhea,” he cuts me off, and I’m glad he does, because my wolf would have certainly snapped. “They burned his other self. The one who died. And then they killed him and buried him under the temple grounds where he still remains dead.”
My blood runs cold at those words.
“So, you do want to kill me?” I whisper, voice shaking, not out of fear, but fury barely restrained. My claws press against the edges of my skin, wanting to break through. My wolf trembles inside me, pacing like she already knows where this is going.
“We don’t want to kill you, Rhea. Times have changed. We have come so far. But we might have to if you cannot find a way to stop that madness brewing within you.” He says softly like he doesn’t wants to hurt me.
I don’t reply, I don’t say anything for a long while as his words register in my head. If I’m a danger, if this thing within me can only get worse, then it’s better to stop now. To find a solution that won’t be so bloody.
But the problem is, there is no cure. No cure for this madness, no cure to stop the beast inside me that only wants blood.
“Rhea, I have to ask,” he says again. “The witch that created the spell… do you know where she is?”
“No.” It comes out fast, almost defensive. “Why? Do you plan to find her?”
“Perhaps there’s a way to undo this. To reverse this before it’s too late.”
“What do you mean undo? Undo what? My death?”
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“I suppose in a way.”
I take a sharp breath in. They want to undo it. They want to bury me, and wake her up again, the one who died, the one who’s still sleeping in the room, the one who isn’t a danger, isn’t a rabid animal, isn’t a monster.
They can’t do that. I can’t let that happen. She can’t return.
She’s dead and she’ll remain that way.
