hapter 29
The crowd turned their attention to my family, suspicion clear in their eyes. My parents exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions a mix of guilt and denial.
“That’s absurd!” my mother exclaimed, her voice high–pitched with nerves. “We would never do such a thing!”
But her protests fell on deaf ears. The party had ended early, the celebration tainted by bloodshed and betrayal. As the guests began to disperse, I sought out Lorik, who was leaning against a pillar, cradling his injured arm.
Gently. I placed my hand over his wound, my fingers brushing against the torn fabric of his shirt. “Let me see,” I murmured, my voice soft.
Lorik’s eyes met mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. “Is this… concern for me?” he asked, his tone curious, almost hopeful.
I kept my expression neutral, refusing to let him see the emotions that swirled within me. “You were
hurt because of me,” I replied coolly. “It’s only right that I make sure you’re okay. Don’t read too
much into it.”
Lena’s voice echoed in my mind, reassuring me that I could heal him. I focused on the wound, feeling the warmth of my power flowing into him, knitting the torn flesh together. Lorik sighed, a sound of relief mingled with something deeper.
“Sometimes,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper, “when I’m with you, it feels like being warmed by the sun. Just like now.”
He had no idea that Lena was healing him, that the warmth he felt was her doing. I kept my expression impassive, not letting him see the effect his words had on me.
But before I could respond, a commotion at the doorway drew our attention. Lorcia’s voice cut through the chaos with a shrill cry. “Who do you think you are, stopping me from leaving? I’m still injured!” Her frustration was palpable as she struggled to push past the Panther blocking the exit.
Lorik strode over, his face set in grim determination. Lorcia, seeing him approach, seized the opportunity to shift her anger. “Your beta Panther won’t let me go! My wounds are getting worse, find this is outrageous!” she protested.
Lorik’s gaze was unyielding as he stopped a few feet from her. “Why did you push Shirley into the assassin’s path?” he demanded, his voice sharp and unwavering
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Corcia’s sols echoed through the room, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her chest in
Apparent anguish. “I was terrified! I didn’t even understand what was happening. Please, Lorik, don’t accuse me of something I didn’t do!”
“Accident or not, you’re not leaving until we get to the bottom of this,” Lorik said firmly, turning his attention back to Panther “Keep her here and make sure she doesn’t try to leave.
Lorik ignored Lorela’s shocked expression, took my hand, and led me away. I was stunned; I had I never expected that he wouldn’t stand by Lorcia’s side as he always did.
When we stepp
outside, the cold night wind blew, clearing my mind a little. I stayed silent for a moment before reminding him, “The day after tomorrow is the Werewolf Council meeting. That’s when we’ll end everything for good.”
Lorik’s face filled with pain, and he stepped closer, gently taking my hand. “Shirley, don’t do this,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.
His voice was filled with despair and heartache, and no one could fail to be moved by his words,
except me.
I whispered, ‘Lorik, we both know that staying together will only bring more pain. It’s time to let go.”
Lorik’s grip tightened as if he was holding on for dear life. “You’re my Luna. I can’t lose you.”
‘You kicked me out of Silvermoon that night. Since then, we’ve been impossible.”
I made up my mind, refusing to look at his face. I shook off his hand and walked away alone, leaving him a solitary figure standing beneath the night sky.
The day of the werewolf council meeting had arrived.
I woke up early that day, put on a light layer of make–up and smiled at my beautiful self in the
mirror. I never knew I was so radiant.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the council building, ready for a new life.
As I approached the entrance, I saw Lorik. He was already there, leaning against his car.
A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, and he looked completely worn out, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him.
Seeing the castle of the council brought back a flood of memories. This was where Lorik and I had once stood, side by side, to seal our bond.
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The elders had witnessed our vows, and even though Lorik had been in a wheelchair back then, it
dict taken away from his striking appearance. I had been so in love, so sure that we were meant
Back then, I never imagined we’d be here now, standing on the brink of ending it all.
As I walked toward him, Lorik noticed me and immediately put out his cigarette, crushing it under.
He gave me a small, sad smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice tinged with sadness. His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation.
I nodded, looked at the dishevelled Lorik and said: “We need to do this, Lorik. It’s what’s best for
both of us.”
He looked away, clenching his jaw. “It doesn’t feel right,” he muttered, almost to himself.
For a moment, it seemed like he might argue, but then his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowning as he answered it. I watched as his expression shifted from annoyance to deep concern.
When he hung up, his face was pale. “My mother… Caroline… she collapsed at home.”
All thoughts of the council and our impending divorce vanished. “What? Is she okay?” I asked, my voice rising in panic.
Lorik shook his head. “I don’t know. We need to get to the hospital.”
Without another word, we both rushed to his car. Lorik drove with a fierce determination, his
knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. I sat beside him, trying to calm him down, though I was just as worried.
