Chapter 111 - 112

Chapter 111: Chapter 112

Chapter 112

My two most trusted allies—more friends than subjects—held my company, making sense of this nonsensical reality.

"How was the meeting with Alpha Frederick of Moonblade?" I asked the heavy question.

Marcellan sighed. Before he spoke, I had anticipated the falter.

"His words and I quote, ’after careful consideration, Moonblade withdraws from any debts or respects it feels towards SilverFang. We must uphold our own walls by ourselves,’" Marcellan reported, his voice laden with apology.

From the depths of my stomach, a dark sinister laughter erupted. My abdomen ached, yet I didn’t hold back, my thoughts reeling as I absorbed the weight behind his refusal to aid us in this war.

"They must uphold their own walls? What walls?" I questioned no one in particular. More to myself than to the presence around me.

Finally, I leaned forward before forcing myself to stand, the chair scraping the floor as it wheeled back.

"These people don’t get it, do they? If SilverFang falls, the entire werewolf pack falls." I scoffed. "We are the backbone. The reason evil hasn’t prevailed, and if we should fall, there would be no walls to uphold, no title to command, and no warm bed to sleep in. We’ll all be slaves under Nathan."

"From a mere rogue to a highly formidable villain." Clawface said, his voice chiming in absentmindedly.

I steadied myself when I reached the window. I stepped into the rays of the sun, letting its warmth engulf my skin as it expelled the coldness that had recently seeped in.

For the first time in ages, I took a long gaze over the field ahead into the forest beyond and smiled. Not a smile that truly held happiness, but one that imagined how it would feel if I wasn’t here anymore.

I was already dying on the inside, the only hope keeping me tethered being the reality that Alex was still alive.

"If we must fight this battle by ourselves, then that we shall do." Marcellan said, his voice carrying the authenticity of a warrior.

It helped brighten the turmoil on my insides, but just not enough to sate the drowning.

"You know, Alex used to love this. Watching the sun rise in the sky. He was a great observer of nature. The way the trees swayed. The brightening of the earth when the sun shone or the glimmering when the moon took over. I didn’t even realise how beautiful such a mind is until...I lost him." My voice broke off, blurriness taking over my sight.

My chest deepened as though descending into the pit of a dungeon, and I knew not what I’d find there. A light at the end of the tunnel or nothing but eternal darkness and torment?

"We’ll bring him back." Marcellan said as he rose to his feet.

I glanced at the two of them. "Both of you have done so much for me, more than I’d ever forget. But I am tired, Marcellan. I grow weary, Clawface." I repeated, letting my words sink in as I took my time with each statement.

The two hadn’t recovered when I flipped out of the window. A simple sliding of the sill to the right and I was out. I savoured the air as it hit my face, brushing my hair against my scalp right before I let go.

For the appearance of my true form.

My wolf took over our figure. The wind immediately ceased as my body grew larger and my fur trapped air.

I landed with precise stance. The earth met the weight of my wolf, causing it to quiver as it cracked, and I waited not a second longer before I sprinted deep into the woods. The trees soon felt the heat of my race as I sped inhumanly past, branches snapping upon impact with my size.

Snorting, my wolf increased pace. The entire world drowned out, the perfect combination we needed most. The perfect escape. Away from all the noise.

I am a failure. My love ruins. It destroys the most perfect soul. Those who think they could tame the destruction in me end up being swallowed by it, barfed into eternal damnation. And for this, I’m sorry.

To my brothers, forgive me for the life I took away from you. To the love of my life, I apologise for the emptiness I showed you whilst faking promises of a good and peaceful life.

I am a man of destruction, and it’s why Nathan has found me. A tormented soul for a tormented soul. Both men fitted for hell, similar in our different ways.

Forgive me.

I sped deeper into the woods until it all blurred out in my vision, and I lost consciousness while my wolf completely took over. A very much necessary escape.

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Alex’s POV

I’d had more doctor’s appointments in this place than I did whilst I was in the palace, and trust me, the chamberlain was certain I didn’t pass a week without two doctor’s appointments.

A torture at this point, and the man, rude as anything, wouldn’t let me breathe in peace.

I sat with a book in my hand, the pages weighing more on my fingers than my thoughts did on my mind. I’d had more than enough time to think, and it had all come to nothing. The sky, ever darkened, spread over the horizon of the valleys in the distance.

There was nothing bewitching about the view. Nothing but the sensation of destruction and damnation, its strong essence whispered by the howling of the wind.

It wouldn’t end. The continuous hurricanes, the destabilisation in the sky, and the imbalance in nature. As though, right here, in this very House, was precisely where hell had come to reside.

By the windowsill, I sat. The itch along my back, pinned against the opposite wall, eventually drove me to stand and prepare for bed. Whatever awaited tomorrow, I had no idea.

That’s how I’d been living. How long had I been here?

I couldn’t even tell.

The bastard did mention this was Leo’s room, but as wide as it was, it felt hollow to me, a constant reminder of the unfortunate situation he had thrust us into.

Every night I placed my head on the pillow, I’d feel the strangulating nightmare before it even came.

It appeared I was a noble, but in truth, I was a prisoner being tormented here. Nothing more. Nothing less.

As I lay to my side, about to meet the pillow, the door creaked open. Warm light from the hallway penetrated the room, pooling Nathan’s shadow inside as he peered in.

Great. Such impeccable timing.