Chapter 208 Vampire Luna

Chapter 208 Vampire Luna
Fedora’s POV
I immediately lifted both of my trembling hands, frantically wiping the hot, bitter tears from my cheeks, and turned around, expecting to see Ava standing right behind me. I was certain it was her hand that had tapped my shoulder to signal that it was time for us to leave this nightmare behind.
A heavy, suffocating weight settled over my chest as I braced myself for what Ava might say to me. How was she going to look at me now? How harshly was she going to judge me after witnessing this horrifying spectacle? She knew the deep, dark truth behind everything that had transpired today. Just moments ago, I had foolishly believed I had every right to be angry with her—but now, the tables had turned completely. She had every legitimate reason in the world to despise me. I had no idea what kind of harsh words were about to pour out of her mouth. All I could do was pray to whatever gods were listening that she wouldn't heap more guilt and judgment onto my shoulders, because the brutal torment inside my own mind was already far more than I could bear. I genuinely could not stand the sight of my own reflection anymore.
However, as I fully turned my body around, my eyes widened in complete shock.
It wasn't Ava. It was Mary.
My heart skipped a violent beat as my gaze dropped down to my own trembling fingers, staring blankly at my open palm. I had been so deeply consumed by my own dark thoughts that I hadn't even realized Ava had let go of my hand a very long time ago, slipping away into the chaotic crowd without leaving a single trace behind.
Mary stood there, her soft face twisting into a look of deep concern and surprise as her eyes locked onto my red, swollen face.
"Wow... Fedora, why on earth are you crying like this?" Mary murmured gently, her voice dropping into a tender, soothing whisper that almost made me break down all over again.
Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, Mary pulled out a neat, folded handkerchief. She stepped closer, raising her hand with gentle care to softy dab away the tear tracks glistening across my pale cheeks.
"Please, don't cry like this," Mary whispered, her eyes shining with warmth and understanding as she smoothed back a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "It is not your fault that those poor people died today, okay? None of this rests on your shoulders."
She let out a soft, sympathetic sigh, her expression hardening with a flicker of resentment as she gestured toward the lingering smoke in the air.
"It's those damn, bloodthirsty vampires," Mary continued, her voice filled with quiet anger. "That is just how those monsters behave! They bring nothing but destruction wherever they go. So please, stop beating yourself up over this, alright?"
Despite her comforting words, the agonizing sob trapped in my throat refused to subside, and fresh tears continued to spill down my face.
"Please, Fedora... stop crying," Mary pleaded softly, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
I swallowed hard, forcing a weak, wobbly nod as I reached out to take the soft handkerchief from her fingers. I pressed the cloth to my face, blowing my nose to clear the heavy blockage in my airways while trying desperately to regain control over my shattered composure.
"I... I just feel so terribly sorry for them," I stammered, my voice breaking into a raspy whisper as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Alpha Michael should have at least shown some mercy to those innocent children... they didn't do anything wrong!"
Mary gently reached down, wrapping her warm fingers firmly around mine. She began leading me forward, taking slow, deliberate steps through the dispersing crowd as her voice lowered into a thoughtful tone.
"I know... it breaks my heart too," Mary acknowledged, her brows pulling together in a conflicted frown. "But Alpha Michael has never done something this extreme before. I guess... I guess he must have had a very serious reason for carrying out such a harsh punishment today."
We walked side by side through the open square as the surrounding pack members began clearing out in complete, eerie silence. The lively atmosphere of the pack was gone, replaced by a heavy, suffocating cloud of grief and despair. The overall tone hanging over the crowd was so deeply somber that it felt as though we were all shuffling through a massive, joint funeral service.
Instead of heading back toward the main palace gates, Mary and I slowly walked up toward the front of the high podium to get a closer look at the execution ground.
As we reached the edge of the platform, my stomach violently churned.
Nothing remained of the helpless family except charred, blackened bones scattered amidst the piles of dark ash. The intense, blinding heat had bent and snapped the skeletal remains beyond recognition, leaving behind a horrifying, mangled pile of absolute destruction. The gruesome sight was far too terrifying for my fragile mind to process. The metallic stench of burnt flesh and smoke hit my nostrils with brutal force, making my head spin.
I couldn't handle the crushing weight of the horrific scene standing right before me. My knees buckled slightly, and a fresh wave of warm tears overflowed my eyes, streaming down my bruised cheeks into th
e dusty air once more.