Chapter 212 MEETING IN THE MOON
Percival
I pulled open the drawer and grabbed the silver switchblade that I always kept there. Then, I casually sat on the edge of the tub, flicking open the silver blade. I took a moment to examine it, noting its sharpness.
This could be a lifesaver.
I could definitely meet the moon, no problem.
I hopped into the bathtub, trying my best not to make a mess. Despite the shock I felt, I did my best to keep my emotions in check. I leaned against the back of the ceramic tub and ran the sharp tip along my vein, making sure to go deep enough.
I barely noticed the pain as I observed my wrist splitting open. Blood spurted everywhere, my pulse pumping as I released my energy.
This is totally my fault.
Sometimes I feel like I am not really adding much value to anyone's life.
I do not feel very strong.
Some wolves just cannot make it in the wild.
As I closed my eyes, I could not help but think of Edeline. Her beauty was absolutely stunning. She had such a warm and caring heart... Her stubbornness. She had this incredible ability to walk into a room and instantly grab everyone's attention. She was not always like that, but she had grown resilient.
I really liked her.
I really love her.
I will always have a soft spot for her.
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Edeline
We were swallowed by the darkness as the dense forest whipped past the window. The occasional flash of moonlight above seemed to mock me, as if it held a grudge against me.
I was slumped in the passenger seat, trying to keep to myself. After what felt like an eternity of intense crying and sobbing, Conor was there, listening to my muffled words and doing his best to calm me down. I tried to let go of the pain, letting numbness wash over me instead. It felt endless, like it would never stop.
"Ouch. Feeling a bit numb. Ouch. Feeling a bit numb," I thought to myself, trying to push through the overwhelming sensation.
What happens when pain and numbness no longer do their job? I had noticed before that anger was a way to feel again when nothing else worked. But I was too exhausted to be angry now. Instead, I pointed fingers at myself, not at anyone else.
"Oops, I messed up," I muttered under my breath.
My wolf, ever so connected to my emotions, was feeling down and upset. She was furious with me for leaving. In my mind, she curled up in a ball, bristling with frustration.
I couldn’t help but be consumed by a profound sadness for my dear friend, who had been taken away from me so cruelly by my partner’s envious actions. There was a slight relief that I wouldn’t have to deal with being pregnant with his pup.
When the bleeding started, I actually felt a strange relief at first. But that quickly turned to pain as intense cramps hit me, bringing tears to my eyes. And to top it all off, I was still grieving the loss of Darius.
Conor sped towards human territory, his face set in determination. Meanwhile, I sat in my seat, hunched over, tears mixing with the physical agony I felt from losing my best friend.
He found a store and dashed inside, emerging with tampons, a pair of sweatpants, painkillers, and panties in my size. He handed them to me and guided me to the bathroom. My leggings had only a little blood on them, but it was enough to make me uncomfortable.
I hadn’t anticipated the level of pain that came with finishing a heat and then starting my cycle.
I was relieved I hadn’t ruined the seat, though I wasn’t particularly concerned about it. Conor suggested it might be wise to leave before my pack came searching for us. Once we were on his turf, they wouldn’t dare cross him. I wasn’t about to leave without his permission, though.
Even though he was a powerful Alpha, Conor showed thoughtfulness and support during this awkward situation. I could tell there was more to him than just his brooding demeanor.
That moment felt like it happened ages ago. Now, I was deep in another round of emotional turmoil. Conor had mentioned that the hormones wouldn’t do much to ease my heightened emotions, and he was right. Recently, I had witnessed the tragic murder of my friend by someone I once considered a friend. It felt like the ultimate emotional blow.
Man, today had been the absolute worst. Darius was gone—just like that. He had never done anything wrong, not intentionally. I had tried so hard to save him, but it seemed like all my efforts had been in vain.
We have been best friends since we were kids. We used to share all our secrets with each other. And now he is just... gone.
Percival is in big trouble for this, and that thought really gets to me. Dealing with these complex emotions is quite challenging. I was feeling really down.
I gazed up at the twinkling stars with tired eyes, feeling a deep sense of emptiness. My chest ached from the loss; it stung to bid farewell to Percival. But everything changed when he took action. To be honest, I am somewhat relieved to be done with him, though I will admit that I will miss him a bit.
I will not go back again.
We were so close... Close, but not quite there. Darius was so close to getting away, but Conor had to go and slow down.
Yeah, he totally did.
Then Percival went on the offensive. There was something off about him tonight. His wolf seemed to claim his skin effortlessly, as if he had no control over it. He was acting like a total beast—assertive and aggressive. I had never seen this side of him before. Why would he want to harm his own brother? I guess he just wanted to hurt me. The jealousy... that is all that comes to mind.
Even though the walls of the bonds are closed, I could still faintly sense Percival as his guard was lowered.