Epilogue

Epilogue
Daniel: 

The content ripping of a pipe was driving me more insane than the torture. The ache and throbbing of the finger they had taken from me was nothing but normal now. 

I hung limply from the ceiling as I waited for them to return. I had heard them shouting the other day in the hallway. Denver was dead 

Denver was dead. 

I let a happy, delighted chuckle leave my lips. They had survived. My daughter was safe. The coven had been sent into a panic, trying to keep everyone calm and not run for the hills, hearing that Green had actually killed such a foe. 

A nobody alpha with meager means and very little fighting knowledge had transformed in such a short time to become their ultimate nightmare. Now he seemed unstoppable, and their supporters were quaking at the realization they might not win. 

They had bet on the wrong horse, and another cackle escaped me until I was laughing like a lunatic. My deranged sounds echoing off the walls. Filling up the silent, cold room 

The creak of the door opening, and I still didn’t stop. 

“Hey!” A fist slammed into my face, finally silencing my celebration. “What’s got you so happy?” He grunted. 

I could hear the jangle of chains and the groan of a woman. I looked over his shoulder to see her. I hadn’t seen her since we arrived, and blood was dripping from her nose, and I growled. 

“Oh, there it is. That’s right, look at what we’ve done to her,” the wolf sneered as they dragged Felicity before me. I thrashed against my chains as I tried to reach for her, but it was no use. They all chuckled at my futile attempt to reach her, to see her, to hold her close one last time. 

“Felicity!” I called for her, and she opened up her eyes, looking at me, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. 

“ Denver’s dead!” I told her, and she smiled. 

“Hey!” Another fist went flying to my face. “Where’d you hear that!” He barked, holding my head up by my hair. 

“You, you idiot,” I grunted, and I brought my head back and slammed it into his nose before he could register what I was doing. 

I felt the snap, and more laughter escaped me when I realized I had broken his nose. It would heal in a matter of seconds. He wasn’t being chained up by silver like I was. Still, if I had caused him even a single second of pain, I was happy.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” The moron growled as he grabbed a knife and sliced my chest slowly. 

I hissed and kept the scream inside for Felicity's sake. I wasn’t going to let her hear me scream. I had put us here, I wasn’t going to be weak in front of her now. 

“That’s right, feel the burn,” he mocked me. 

The sizzling sound of the silver tainted the air, and the putrid smell of my own burnt flesh made me wanna vomit, but I wasn’t going to give in. My daughter had defeated her demon, and I got to see my wife again. No matter what they did today was a good day. 

“Enough!” A cold voice stopped the man in front of me. “Now, now. We wouldn’t want to make our guest uncomfortable,” Herbert marched into the dank dungeon. His nose was proudly in the air, as if it were held up there by a string. 

“Thank you, I was beginning to feel a little unwelcome,” I remarked, getting a wry chuckle out of the man. 

“That’s funny,” he told me, coming up to stand right in front of me. “So I see you’ve heard about your daughter's great achievement,” 

He strode about the room, his arrogance was palpable. Allie and Green had to go to Denver, and he was acting as if they had made a sandwich.

“Yes, it seems that we had put some misplaced trust in that hapless idiot,” he grunted in dismay. “ lunatic.” 

“Nevertheless, we are going to stomp out this little threat. You should be thankful that you’re safe here with us. The hellfire that we are going to unleash on that little tramp-“ 

I swung forward as best as I could, trying to kick him. He stepped back, laughing at my failed attempt. “Oh, now now. Let’s behave. You wouldn’t wanna lose your head now, wouldn’t you?” 

Just as he said that, another man walked in with a large ax. My blood went cool at the sight. 

“Some people don’t seem to think that we have what it takes to finish this. I think it’s time that I encourage your daughter to give up.” his voice was all too pleased with a thought of taking my head off my body. 

“You won’t win,” I spat at him. I didn’t really care, let him kill me. The only regret I had was leaving Felicity in their clutches. 

“No!” She squeaked behind them. 

Herbert gave a devilish grin. Satisfied that he had gotten some fear out of somebody. He came over to Felicity, bringing her face next to his, and I strained against my shackles. 

“What a beauty. It is a shame they marked your face, my dear, but I see they didn’t break your spirit.” he stuck his tongue out, licking her face, and I almost pulled my arm out of its socket trying to get to them. 

“Get off her, you creep!” I roared, and he leaned his back, cackling. 

I gathered up some saliva in my mouth, hurling the spit out at him, landing right below his eye. He stopped his cackling, and his eyes went wide in rage. 

“You’ll regret that!” He shrieked. “Grab her!” He ordered, and they hauled Felicity to her feet. 

They strapped her down on a table, and I didn’t know what they had in store, but I wasn’t about to let them do something to her. 

“Take me, whatever you need, do it to me!” I demanded, writhing against the restraints. “Don’t touch her,” 

He gave another satisfied chuckle. “You think your head would send a message. No one cares for you. You’re a coward. But!” he held up a finger, walking over to Felicity and turning her head to face me. “The ever dutiful Luna Felicity. The loyal beauty…the sacrificial mother,” his wicked grin made my stomach turn. 

“She’ll send quite the message.” 

“NO!” I screamed. I struggled as best as I could against my restraints, the metal sizzling against my skin and digging in, blood dripping down as my wrists opened against the silver. I actually managed to get one hand free…

But it was too late, the ax was in the air, and then it wasn’t. The sounds of her head being severed echoed in my ears, unable to leave my mind. 

The blood dripped off the table, and Herbert picked up the remains, holding them in front of me, her eyes closed peacefully. 

“How do you think your daughter will respond to this?” He asked. 

I didn’t respond, only opening my mouth for the vomit. He stepped back, cursing as the bile landed on his shoes. 

She’s…dead.