Just how powerful she is
Just how powerful she is
Nero POV
Each time my shoes tapped against the tiles, the sense of nervousness I felt got the best of me.
Why they were staying so freaking long was messing with my head, and I kept having these what-if thoughts that were not helping my resentment for Loki and myself.
Since Blake and Loki left, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and gosh, it was pissing me off even more, and yet I knew this was a piece of the price I had to pay for love and betrayal.
My gaze stayed down the entire time after they left. But when I finally raised my head and drew a breath, Luna and I locked eyes, and she looked hateful, coldly staring into my eyes.
At that moment, the sound of the door opening got my attention, pulling my gaze toward Loki and Blake as they entered the room.
One look at her eyes and I could tell she was angry and hurt, and for the first time, I despised it. The sadness in her eyes, how vulnerable she looked, and the hint of anger in her expression, I hated.
Yet, in the middle was where I stood because there was only a little I could do for her, and realizing that now, awoke something in me. I felt angry… pissed at how helpless I am when it comes to her, but can I choose her over my pack, my father, and my late mother?
"I am sorry for the little interruption a while back. But everything is okay now, and the meeting can resume." Loki announced with a smirk, and anger stabbed my heart when I saw the prideful look in his eyes.
Drawing my gaze away from him, I stared at Blake as she took her seat beside me, and I wanted to ask her so badly if she was okay, but Loki had his eyes on us, and I knew I had to play his sick game to earn his trust.
However, when Blake looked my way, her eyes dim with darkness, I reached for her hand, squeezing it as I tried to repress my anger when she gave me a weak smile.
"We all know who Blake's grandfather is, and I can confirm that my daughter is exactly like him," Loki announced loudly.
Quietness escaped the room as the elders began to mumble and stared our way with both fear and doubt clouding their expressions.
Gently, Blake squeezed my hand, and I eyed her, studying her gaze darting as though she was blinking back tears.
"How do we know this claim is real?" Elder Carla declared boldly, yet her eyes told a different story, that she was afraid. "As Elder Hall said, 'no one has seen her wolf, and it is baffling."
"Can you shut the hell up and let me finish, Carla!" Loki lashed out.
The room grew voiceless, and I subconsciously rested my sight on Loretta and Rolex, and the two looked numb with pale faces as they stared at Blake. And I couldn't help wondering what their messed-up minds were thinking.
"Who's we?" Luna blurted out, and my gaze locked with hers. "I don't know who Blake's grandfather is, so can someone fill me up? Who is he?!"
That was the exact question I had in mind. If her grandfather is an Ultima as Loki said, then why didn't her mother fight back… I remember why. But honestly, she didn't seem to be an Ultima when I met her, but then again no one knew what Blake was until recently.
One look at Blake, and I saw a look of hope spike in her eyes as she stared at Luna and then at Loki.
There's so much I didn't know about Blake either, and if it wasn't for that night, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in the list of people who lied to her or know something about her.
'I wish I didn't go that day.' An intrusive thought unexpectedly slipped into my mind, and I didn't dismiss it because that's how I felt at that moment.
"That's not relevant!" Loki let out.
At that minute, I gazed at Blake and saw the little hope in her eyes die after her father's answer, and I guessed that Loki wasn't honest
with her again about the truth.
But to be honest, a part of me doesn't want him to tell her the truth. Yet, I hated that I was aiding him in one of his biggest lies to her, and gosh, it keeps getting fucking difficult to handle every damn day.
"So it's your testimony that she is an Ultima?" Rolex uttered, his face in a tight frown as he glared at Blake
"Not just my testimony. My daughter is going to prove it to you all." Loki declared, smirking boldly. "Just how powerful she is."
Immediately, Blake's grip on my hand got tighter, and when I looked her way, a hint of fear glowed in her eyes as she rested her gaze on mine.
It didn't take long for me to recognize that something was off about Blake. She looked as though she was panicking, and I grew concerned because I could hear the change in her pattern of breathing and the raise in her heartbeat.
Why was she afraid when Loki's request was not something to be scared of. All she had to do was transform, and yet, within a split second, she seemed like the shaky and fragile girl that I met in the classroom, on the floor, in the pool of her blood.
"Blake!" Loki called out, grabbing her attention from me. "Go ahead."
No one spoke and everyone's eyes were on Blake, and I felt her grip getting even tighter around my hand as though it was her way of screaming, "help me, please!" and yet, I didn't know how to do that in the midst of all the important people in her pack that I needed to trust me.
"Blake!" Loki let out harshly this time around.
There was a brief pause, and I looked toward Loretta, noticing the corner of her lips form a half-smile as her gaze remained glued to Blake.
"I can't do it!" Blake blurted out, tears trailing down the corners of her eyelids. "She won't let me."
You must be kidding me! Is the moon goddess trying to fuck me over? This is bizarre, and I knew that shit was going to get ugly for Blake, and I would have to choose her again.
A faint noise arose in the room, and the whisper wasn't much of a whisper because we all could hear the mocking statement they spoke beneath their breath about Blake.
"What do you mean by she's not letting you?!" Loki asked with a rough tone, his eyes showing impatience within them.
"My wolf. She doesn't agree to show herself. She refuses, and I can't change her mind or force her." Blake mumbled, lowering her head.