Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen
I’ll never intentionally hurt the innocent. It’s not in the nature of a goddess~ Lillyan Elyort.
Lillyan
The sandwich is nice, and I added more tomatoes than necessary. It’s not perfect, but it’s eatable. The lemonade bangs though. I stifle a groan as I drink the last cup down to the last drop. A pity I didn’t ask for more earlier. My eyes alternate from the door to my plate of food, and I’m waiting for the door to open any moment to give me the good news that I’m craving for.
“Why are you sitting there?! One of the Alphas is dead,” is what I want to hear any minute from now. The thought of it is making me excited. I eye the beef lying on the plate and decide to eat it. It doesn’t even look properly fried and seasoned. The cuisine here is so bad, but I can’t complain. It’s better than nothing.
After waiting for a while, and the door doesn’t open, nor do I receive any news, I decide to go out and check for myself. I come back on second thought, grab the empty jug of lemonade, and hurry out. If I’m getting intel, I might as well get another jug of lemonade. The residence is empty, and even the servants are absent, which I find odd. I decide to check the main Alpha wing. On my way, I stumble upon two gammas with odd expressions on their faces. They’re talking in hushed voices and I can’t quite make out what they’re saying. I am puzzled, until it dawns on me that they’re probably discussing either of the Alphas’ death. My steps become light as I hurry to where the throne room is located. I want to see for myself the dead body of my victim, and let my eyes bask in its goodness.
“Have you heard? An emissary from Steelfang died upon his arrival here,” I barely go far when I hear one of the guards say. I have never seen the guards leave their positions and gossip amongst themselves. Perhaps, they do, but I haven’t witnessed it since my arrival. However, it seems the royal arena has been thrown into some rowdiness of sort. Everyone is whispering or saying something to the other. I frown and double my steps. And what did they mean by an emissary died?
My mind goes into motion, and my heart skips a beat. No. No. No. It can’t be. Absolutely not. I don’t even notice that horror drenches and suffuses my entire body as I try to push down my fear. The black sky wouldn’t allow it. But what if the emissary ate the poisoned food, and I’m indirectly the cause of his death? I scrap that thought immediately. I’m thinking too much. I’ve heard bits and pieces of the war between Blackmoon and Steelfang. Perhaps the emissary was killed by either of the Alphas.
At the back of my mind, a voice asks, “what if you’re wrong? What if the emissary actually ate the food you poisoned?”
Strangely enough, I don’t feel bad about killing the triplets, but the mere thought of killing someone else makes me sick, and twists something in my stomach.
I grab one of the maids who’s whispering to her friend as they pass by, and the look on my face probably scares her because she tries to withdraw.
“What is going on?” I ask in a low voice.
Her words come out in a stutter. “An emissary from–”
“I know that,” I cut in impatiently. “What’s the cause of his death?” I ask.
“Words are going around that he ate a poisoned dish alongside the Alphas.” She says and hurries away.
My body turns cold, and I find it hard to breathe. Poisoned. There’s no doubt about it. I’m the cause of his death. Except of course, the triplets were aware of his arrival, and poisoned his food beforehand. If that’s the case, then I am innocent. But if it’s not…
A murderer, is a tag I don’t want to be associated with.
Once, I dragged a living rabbit to my father’s chambers and begged him to kill it on my behalf. He didn’t, actually.
I ended up letting the rabbit run away, unable to bring myself to kill the poor thing. Thinking about it now, I didn’t really have any reason to kill the rabbit in the first place. I just wanted to it.
If the coldness between both packs is as true as they say, then killing an emissary from either pack is as good as declaring war to the other pack. Black sky. I’ve really fumbled things up. And it was a really good plan, only for it to end up this way. I can’t feel my heart beating, and I touch my chest, feeling relieved to find a heart beat. My mind begins to think again. The poison won’t be detected, nor traced back to me. Ever.
But I’m saddled by the thought of the fact that I killed somebody.
Everyone’s shouting and moving back and forth.
I really feel like searching for an extra room and just punch through the wall. It’s the only thing that can relieve my anger.
Someone pushes me from behind, and just when I turn to berate them, I find that there is no one behind me. I hiss under my breath, the thoughts that I just committed unintentional murder filling my mind. If the others ever find out…
I walk in a robotic manner towards the throne room. Everyone’s super busy, and I can barely walk further before I’m pushed from the side or back. I’m pretty irritable and I know it.
I stand there in a horrified daze as the consequences of my actions hit me.
“How can this be?” I whisper. The Alphas’ wing is in sight now. Everyone is pushing each other and yelling at the point of disaster. I’ve not seen anything like it.
“I think his body is to be buried without alerting Steelfang,” one of the maids say.
But I can’t even hear clearly at this point.