“Why did you kill all of those people?” I wheezed out. I hated the cold, this was a fine punishment I suppose.
“Of course you’ve heard. Who hasn’t? I’m just the crazy witch that’s killed hundreds of people. No need to answer my questions. I see how it is.”
“You didn’t just ‘kill all those people, Freya.’ You are responsible for a massacre. The Rushelli Massacre. Hundreds of people died. Innocents. The guilty. You killed them like they were all guilty of the same crime. That is unacceptable. You need to pay for what you did. I know the way you can start.”
“I didn’t want to do it, you know… I felt the urge. But it wasn’t my urge. I didn’t know those people. I just know it had to happen. I don’t know why or when the urge came to me, I just know they needed to die. They needed to die to start something. Something bigger than all of us.” “What do you know?” “That’s pretty much it. Are you going to try and take me in?” “I don’t want to take you in. I want your help. My pack is about to go to war with a bunch of rogues. We could use your help. It would be the first step in the right direction. You know that.” “That’s all I would have to do? Help a bunch of people I’ve never met?” “There would be things you would have to do after that. This won’t get you off the hook for what you’ve done, but it is a great place to start. Help protect the people you devastated. Help protect the people that you hurt. The people you stole family members from. Pack members from. Help patch up the broken. It’ll be the first step of many, but with your help… maybe some of these people will forgive you for some of the horrors you’ve done.” “I don’t want forgiveness. I want absolution, and that… that is something even the likes of you can’t give me. But I will help you. Be wary of that mate of yours, though. Something isn’t right with him and I am unsure of what you can trust about his actions and his words. I will take you to the others. They are awaiting your return.” “Return?” Before I could question her more, darkness overcame me, I was swept away into an abyss of nothingness. …show more content…
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I woke up on the floor, a pillow beneath my head and a blanket below my body. I squinted around, trying to figure out exactly where I was. I didn’t recognize the room, but then again, it could be one of the dozens of rooms I had yet to explore in the pack house. I got up and let the things how I had found them, entering the dimly lit hallway. The hallway looked familiar enough so I kept following it until I got to a door I recognized. Beau’s. I opened the door and the second I did arms flung around me.
“You’re alive! She didn’t kill you! I never thought I would see you again!” His words were muffled by my hair that he was currently nuzzling very affectionately. I wanted to relish in the affection, but I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to pull away. So I did.
“He’s the one you should be with. Just saying.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Freya leaning casually in the door frame as if she owned the place. I spared a glance at Beau who was looking at her like he was seeing a ghost.
“Have a seen you… before?” He asked, his voice incredibly soft and out of character for him. I gave him a strange look before casting my gaze back to Freya. “Yes. It was a long time ago, though. I’m surprised you remembered. You were such a young thing then. We can talk about after we go kill those nasty rogues, Lucie here was telling me about.” “To the strategy room we go.” ~*~ I walked into the room like there was nothing wrong. Of course there was something wrong. Casey had been acting strange for weeks, trying to find this mystery witch. We find her and then she warns me that something is wrong with him. I mean, I already knew something wasn’t right with him, I just didn’t really want to have a psycho-crazy witch
“Of course you’ve heard. Who hasn’t? I’m just the crazy witch that’s killed hundreds of people. No need to answer my questions. I see how it is.”
“You didn’t just ‘kill all those people, Freya.’ You are responsible for a massacre. The Rushelli Massacre. Hundreds of people died. Innocents. The guilty. You killed them like they were all guilty of the same crime. That is unacceptable. You need to pay for what you did. I know the way you can start.”
“I didn’t want to do it, you know… I felt the urge. But it wasn’t my urge. I didn’t know those people. I just know it had to happen. I don’t know why or when the urge came to me, I just know they needed to die. They needed to die to start something. Something bigger than all of us.” “What do you know?” “That’s pretty much it. Are you going to try and take me in?” “I don’t want to take you in. I want your help. My pack is about to go to war with a bunch of rogues. We could use your help. It would be the first step in the right direction. You know that.” “That’s all I would have to do? Help a bunch of people I’ve never met?” “There would be things you would have to do after that. This won’t get you off the hook for what you’ve done, but it is a great place to start. Help protect the people you devastated. Help protect the people that you hurt. The people you stole family members from. Pack members from. Help patch up the broken. It’ll be the first step of many, but with your help… maybe some of these people will forgive you for some of the horrors you’ve done.” “I don’t want forgiveness. I want absolution, and that… that is something even the likes of you can’t give me. But I will help you. Be wary of that mate of yours, though. Something isn’t right with him and I am unsure of what you can trust about his actions and his words. I will take you to the others. They are awaiting your return.” “Return?” Before I could question her more, darkness overcame me, I was swept away into an abyss of nothingness. …show more content…
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I woke up on the floor, a pillow beneath my head and a blanket below my body. I squinted around, trying to figure out exactly where I was. I didn’t recognize the room, but then again, it could be one of the dozens of rooms I had yet to explore in the pack house. I got up and let the things how I had found them, entering the dimly lit hallway. The hallway looked familiar enough so I kept following it until I got to a door I recognized. Beau’s. I opened the door and the second I did arms flung around me.
“You’re alive! She didn’t kill you! I never thought I would see you again!” His words were muffled by my hair that he was currently nuzzling very affectionately. I wanted to relish in the affection, but I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to pull away. So I did.
“He’s the one you should be with. Just saying.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Freya leaning casually in the door frame as if she owned the place. I spared a glance at Beau who was looking at her like he was seeing a ghost.
“Have a seen you… before?” He asked, his voice incredibly soft and out of character for him. I gave him a strange look before casting my gaze back to Freya. “Yes. It was a long time ago, though. I’m surprised you remembered. You were such a young thing then. We can talk about after we go kill those nasty rogues, Lucie here was telling me about.” “To the strategy room we go.” ~*~ I walked into the room like there was nothing wrong. Of course there was something wrong. Casey had been acting strange for weeks, trying to find this mystery witch. We find her and then she warns me that something is wrong with him. I mean, I already knew something wasn’t right with him, I just didn’t really want to have a psycho-crazy witch