The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Dawn stood and walked up to him. She growled. "Deal with it. Bree was a disgusting player and she used you, her father, for her selfish reasons." 

"No, I did it for her," Higgins answered. 

She lifted the black pants from her calf and showed him the scar of his bite. There was a scar where his jaws had pressed in her flesh—in a circle. The skin around that was slightly raised, rough and red. "That's what you gave me."

Higgins saw it and laughed all the more. "That is so relieving! Dawn Wyatt carrying my—" Suddenly a heavy kick met his jaw and one of fangs got dislocated. "Ahhh!" he shouted in pain as he struggled against the chains. Gush of pain jolted throughout his body as another kick fell on his face and the dislocated fang fell out of his mouth. His vision became black, his body lost all the tension and his legs were wobbly. He tasted the blood in which his tongue was soaked. 

"You are going to die an insufferable death Higgins," said Dawn. She turned back and gave him another kick on his neck. 

Higgins was winded. His throat choked as his trachea got injured. His head began to pound. "Dawn Wyatt…" he managed to speak with difficulty. Breaking the fang of a werewolf was like breaking his strength, his will and his life. It was mentally excruciating. "Op— open my chains, an— and I will show you—" Another kick on his face made him stop mid-sentence. His other fang loosened. 

Dawn was so angry that the power in her was increased multifold. "Open your chains? Huh?" She grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. "Look at me you bastard!" she shouted. "I have undergone so much torture in my life that it is enough to last my lifetime!" She thrashed his head on the wall and the plaster around splintered with the impact. Blood started flowing out of the back of his head. 

Other werewolves had never seen their Luna in this mood. They flinched. Daryn moved forward. "Dawn…" he said in a low voice when he saw that her body was shaking with anger. But she didn't listen. 

Higgins was feeling excruciating pain. His left eye was injured and had swollen. He could only see with his right eye and that too had fogged vision. "You can do whatever you like, you little bitch! But the fact remains that you lost your father, haha, and you lost those precious years of life." He cackled. 

"True," Dawn replied. "And now you will watch your daughter lose her entire life behind bars. She has been awarded life imprisonment." Dawn bared her lips to show her fangs. "And trust me, I will leave no stone unturned to get her to the death row. And I will make sure that you watch her die!" Saying that she kicked him hard in his chest. The man collided with the wall and more plaster fell around him. 

He coughed and wheezed and spat blood. "You— you w— will n— not do that…" he managed to say with his head hanging low. "She is a p— precious child…" 

"Yeah! Watch me! I was my father's precious child too! And so was Cole! For fuck's sake, he was only ten!" Dawn felt so repulsed with Higgins that she wanted to extract one of his nightmares and plunge him to a lifetime of sorrow. But she had planned even a worse outcome for him. Because she knew that once she would kill him, what would happen then? She needed that rage to carry on her revenge. 

"Leave her Dawn…" 

She glared. "No Higgins, I won't! You robbed us of our innocence, love, happiness and childhood. When I think about my childhood days, there were few and I can't imagine what Cole has to remember, except anguish and separation from his parents. I remember when we used to sit on our father's lap alongside the fireplace, when for us he used to hide the Christmas presents. You have stolen all those moments from us! So no Higgins, I will not leave her. I will steal every moment you had dreamt for her forever. I had a chance to live again because of my mate, but you— you will have to die every single minute of the day. And that would be my revenge!" 

Saying that she turned to look at Daryn and said, "You will keep him alive in this condition. No one, and I mean no one will tend to his wounds. Let him rot, let his wounds catch infection and let him suffer the pain. You will not put him down!" 

Daryn realized that his anger towards those who wronged her was just a fraction of what she felt. "Okay Dawn," he replied. Her wish was his command. For now he didn't want to interfere in how she would take it forward, but he would intervene if needed. 

She brushed her hands, her clothes and then walked out of the storage room. Her face was hard and cold. She heard Higgins wincing and calling her name from the inside, begging her not to do anything with Bree, but she ignored him. 

On their way home, Daryn held her hands in his and squeezed them. "Baby, you need to calm down now. I am scared for the babies." 

Suddenly Dawn burst into crying. 

"Dawn!" he said, surprised. "Did I hurt you baby?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. "Let me cry…" 

Daryn felt so much sadness in her body that he pulled her closer and pressed her hard to his chest. She rested her head there and hid herself in her safe haven. And then she cried and cried. Her shoulders started to shake. She would let out a whimper. 

"Cry your heart out, baby…" He knew that it would make her feel better. 

"I want to extract my father's body from under the fountain and give him proper burial," she said. The mystery around his murder was finally solved. No one even knew where he went missing while all the while the man was lying beneath the fountain in the garden her mother had so lovingly created. In a way he was lying in a cradle his wife had crafted just for him. 

"You should do that dear," he replied. He took a deep breath. "There's one thing I would like to tell you." 

"What?" she breathed out, still clinging to him. 

"There was a faint memory of a key, which Helena saw. The key was hung around his neck. It fell out of his neck when Jason had pushed him against the wall. He quickly stashed it back. And then the next memory was her searching for the key after he was murdered the next day." 

Dawn wiped her tears and looked up at him. She frowned, "A key?" 

"Yes, a key. Though I don't remember it's design," he said looking at her. He wiped the remaining tears from her face. "I think that if you find the key, you may get answers to your questions regarding your father…" 

A memory flashed across her mind. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. Dawn's hands began to tremble as she dug into her purse to find her phone. 

"What is it?" asked Daryn, seeing her fumbling. 

She took out her phone and called Cole.

"Dawn, can I call you back!" he said. "I am in the school about to reach my history class!"