Chapter 122
Warning. This chapter includes scenes of distressing nature, reader discretion is advised
Dylan POV.
My world shattered before me as I stared at my bloodied king, his face held nothing, there was no regret, no remorse, not even sympathy for me, Nothing! He didn’t even look happy, he just stared at me, there was something in his eyes, but my mind was reeling so much that I just couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly.
“You’re lying!” I could feel my eyes beginning to well up as I tried to take a step away from the royal, I pulled my arm away from him, but his grip held my pathetically weak wrist too firmly.
“Your attitude had to be stopped, my queen. Every time you took punishment it only grew, I had to get through to you, I had to make you see.” I just shook my head rapidly, my brain couldn’t comprehend his words.
While I tried to force myself not to show him he had gotten to me, he used my apprehended limb to pull my body into him. I collided quickly with hist toned chest and instantly became slightly coated in the blood he wore.
I couldn’t be here though, I just couldn’t so I quickly and frantically began to struggle in his arms.
“Get off me!” I whispered only for it to fall on deaf ears. Nothing was working, and so with all the courage and strength I had, 1 bought my slender palm up to his face and slapped the kings cheek as hard as I could. Gasps sounded throughout the room, and the kings grip loosened in surprise. My left palm now took on a burning, stinging pain but I didn’t care. I was away from him. I didn’t hesitate in my movements as I charged out of the room and through the pack house. My extremely thin legs flailed about as I ran with a speed I thought I no longer possessed.
No one stopped me! I was getting stared at by every wolf within the pack house, but no one made any movements to apprehend me. Perhaps it was an order, I wouldn’t get far before the king would catch up to me, I wasn’t strong or fast enough to be free of him permanently, but I had to see, I had to see it with my own eyes.
So I ran, my breath coming out in a strong wheeze, the taste of metal hit my senses as I pushed and pushed myself to get to the human district. By the time I got there I could barely stand. My body giving in on me as I hit the concrete floor, both my knees scraped in the floor from the impact,
and grazes soon formed, the same ones a child would get for falling over while playing.
Many heads met me as I basically all but collapsed outside Nicks old house, the front door was wide open and the crowed stood outside was large, heads were hung low, and audible crying was filling the otherwise completely silent air. The coroner took one look at me and moved aside, stalling his initial business in order to let me past.
I tried to stand, but my legs shook from being overworked and I simply fell back down, I saw some people move slightly to aid me but I shook my head. Using an untapped source of energy, I ordered my exhausted body to crawl forward. The gravel of the sidewalk I was on slowly turned into grass of the front lawn, and as I continued to wheeze and pant, the lawn slowly turned into the wooden flooring of the small entrance corridor, which then turned into the living room…
Every single one of the senses my body possessed was instantly enveloped by the blood that coated the floor. My hands and knees became submerged as I made my way to the lifeless body that rested there, their back facing my form, the foul taste and smell forced a strong gag to leave my mouth, the deafening sound of silence caused my ears to ring, and the sight of my once beautiful mother compelled a string of unshod tears to finally fall down my │cheeks.
“Mom?!” My whispered voice held a sorrowful rasp to it from my burst of unexpected exercise, but as I got closer my words became slightly louder. “Mommy?!” Finally my uncontrollable trembling fingers grasped the cloth that rested on the woman’s torso, and I used what little energy and adrenaline I had left to turn her over.
Her eyes were wide and glassy, her once perfect face held a deep claw wound that remained leaking even as I sat there, her neck had deep teeth prints embedded into her flesh, she had been tortured… completely and utterly mailed by a wild beast. Just looking at the state she was in caused echoed Imaginary screams of pain the hit my ears. I was haunted by the phantom sounds of my moms torment, and could never imagine the extent in which she had gone through.