Chapter 91: We.

Sasha.

Never in my life had I ever been afraid.

But that night I was.

No. Fear was a more subtle way to put it.

I was terrified of whatever was about to come.

I had failed to lock down Zyle.

And the curse…

Fuck.

“Fuck!” I pulled at my hair until the roots hurt.

I had him.

I thought I did, until he lunged out of the house like I was a parasite.

I collapsed on my bed. The embarrassment his guards had given me replayed in my head.

Those assholes had warned me.

‘If anything happens to the Alpha, we'll see you in the council.’

I don't want to go to the council for any reason other than marrying Zyle and being the queen of Lycos.

I hoped he was okay.

Where would he have gone?

I shot to my feet, pacing around, my thumb between my teeth.

Alpha Aaron would end me if anything went wrong.

But then… I had hope.

My swiftest assassin was already on Monroe's tail.

Fuck the bond they share. I needed her dead.

She was a small virus spreading faster than it had any right to.

Gosh! I needed a drink.

I snatched the half-empty glass of blood-red wine and poured it into a glass beside it, chugging the contents.

I filled the glass again.

“Monroe, you cunt! Appearing out of nowhere simply because you were the anti-wolfsbane.”

“Ha.” I laughed a dry laugh.

I'd have loved to rip her head from her neck by myself.

“Luna.”

My fingers on the glass tightened.

I still wasn't used to the name.

I spun around quickly, pulling the door open with enough force to rip it from its hinges.

“What?”

“The man for the job is back.”

My mood brightened with anticipation. I swallowed the lump blocking my windpipe for the longest time and spoke.

“Let him in.”

It took a while before the man was finally before me.

I had already made myself comfortable on a cushion, crossed my legs, and waited.

“Luna.”

“Speak.”

“There is a seal of protection around her.”

“A seal?” I voiced my thoughts.

“Yes, Luna. It was not there before, but recently, it follows her around, and we can't get close enough to finish our job.”

"Also, several palace guards are guarding her against her knowledge."

I put a small smile on my face.

“So she's still alive?”

He didn't speak.

That was answer enough.

I tossed the glass cup across the room, the attack missing his face by a strand of hair's breadth.

I slowly got to my feet.

He stood with his hands clasped behind him, eyes on the ground.

I walked towards him, stopping only a step away.

Then my claws protruded, and in one swift motion, they slammed against his cheek, scratching his flesh as they did.

The gash was deep at first, but it slowly began to heal.

“Useless,” I whispered.

“You can't take down a measly little girl. You and your troops combined are nothing compared to a college student.”

“We have failed you, Luna. Punish us.”

He was on his knees in no time, but I wasn't in any mood to entertain him.

“Get out.”

He did.

I chuckled. Laughed. Coughed.

Urrgh, what a nightmare.

What if… what if… Zyle consummated with her while the potion is still active?

No. No.

That's never going to happen.

It should never happen.

I can't be the one who gets them to fall for each other more hopelessly than they already are.

Telling his father of my mistake was the worst. He'll never help me. I may actually be sentenced if I am not careful.

Then what should I do?

My head was blank with options.

I had no idea what I was going to do.

Everything seemed to be crashing down at a speed I couldn't keep up with.

And if Zyle doesn't act with Monroe, he'll develop a curse even she could not cure.

Was that better?

Was seeing him suffer better?

I picked up my phone, scrolling through the numerous contacts I had, realizing how none of them were useful in times of problems like this.

“Brian.”

That fool was not aware of any of this, and I needed to keep him out of it.

He loved his brother no matter how much he pretended not to. The way he looked at him was enough to know.

Telling him about the case may break our relationship, and I didn't want to lose Brian.

I couldn't.

I scrolled further, then stopped, observing the person on my caller ID.

Hope this works.

I dialed the number, and with my bloodied thumb to my mouth, I listened to it ring.

“Sister,” the person screamed, trying to beat the noise in the environment.

“Why are you the one with the phone?” I asked upon hearing Tracy instead.

“Maya is having… fun?”

I shut my eyes and tried to breathe.

“Pass the phone to her; it's urgent.”

A shuffle, and people laughing and drinking vodka in the background.

“Sisturrr, you may not want to come to a place like this after locking the strongest man in Lycos up.”

“I need help,” I said.

“What? I can't hear you well over all the booze and goose… is that even a thing?…”

“Listen. Get your asses to my place. There's a lot about to go south if you don't.”

Silence.

Well, except for the oblivious others making deafening sounds.

“What a killjoy.”

The line went dead.

I tossed the phone and buried my face in my hands.

It will be okay.

The sound of my own feet tapping against the marble tiles was annoying, but I didn't stop.

“Luna.”

“What is it this time, you assholes?” I yelled, already infuriated with everything that lives and breathes because I may actually be in big trouble.

“I think you need to see this.”

The servants in this fucking house need to be changed.

I pulled the door open, ready to verbally destroy the man who had disturbed my distress.

“A letter, Luna.”

My eyes dropped to the envelope in his hand, sealed in wax like they did in the days of old.

What kind of ancient prank was this?

“From a man who had his head covered up. He said he wanted you to have it. Added it needed your immediate attention.”

I swallowed my words and snatched the paper, slamming the door against his face.

I didn't understand why my heart rate increased the moment the letter touched my fingertips.

I steadied my breath and tore open the letter, careful not to destroy its content.

A brown, old paper lay inside.

I unfolded it.

Staring at the paper, I wanted to laugh at how dumb people may have thought I was.

There was no message, just an old sheet of empty paper.

But then I thought for a while, wondering how and why someone would go through such lengths to pass an empty letter.

Was this some sort of Morse code or what?

But there was no code.

I moved towards the glass walls and lifted the letter to the sky.

Nothing.

But then, there was a day I had seen my mother with a letter like this.

The memory hit me at once, and I instantly walked towards the scented candle at the corner of the room.

I held the paper a safe distance from the fire, and just like I suspected, letters began to appear, until there were only five words left.

Five words heavier than the burden in my heart.

Five words that could either make or break me.

“We can make her disappear.”