Chapter 209 Vampire Luna
Chapter 209 Vampire Luna
Standing right beside Mary in the middle of the quiet, grief-stricken crowd, I felt a heavy, icy wall growing between us. She had no idea what was actually going on inside my head. She looked at me and saw a soft, fragile girl weeping for an innocent family, completely unaware that this horrific execution wasn't truly Alpha Michael’s cruel decision, but the direct consequence of my own deadly actions.
Alpha Michael was merely the terrifying, heartless face at the front of it all. He was the powerful leader every pack member looked at with fear and trembling. Everyone walking away from the execution grounds today would whisper behind closed doors about his brutal nature, convinced that he was the sole reason that family turned to ash. But the real monster... the true cause of all this bloodshed... was standing right here beside Mary, wiping fresh tears with a borrowed handkerchief.
I was the dangerous threat living comfortably inside their borders. I was a venomous snake hidden deep in the green grass, completely undetected and lethal. Ever since the very first second I stepped into this territory, trouble had followed my every footstep, spiraling everything into utter chaos.
My thoughts drifted back to the morning I first arrived at the pack house. I vividly remembered how Mary had stood in front of me, narrowing her eyes and sharply accusing me of being a dirty spy sent to overthrow Alpha Michael.
She hadn't been entirely right about my motives, but her wild suspicion was surprisingly close to the truth. If the pack members had listened to her back then... if they had all grouped together, dragged me out of their lands, and dumped me far beyond their borders... none of these poor people would be dead right now.
Now, more innocent souls had been added to my list of victims. I used to think that the only way someone would die because of me was if I lost control, sank my fangs deep into their throat, and drained their warm blood.
But out of all the deaths that weighed on my chest, this horrific execution hurt the most. I hadn't even touched them with my teeth. Just one single, stupid mistake on my part had triggered a nightmare that wiped out an entire family line, right down to a confused toddler who had barely learned to walk. Even the guards I slaughtered in the dark forest—they were only doing their duty to protect the pack, yet their lives ended in blood because of the uncontrollable monster living inside me.
There was no salvation left for someone like me. I knew deep down that I couldn't be saved or forgiven by anyone. I had fully transformed into a curse. The only option I had left was to figure out how to wake up every morning and carry this suffocating guilt, even while my chest felt like it was splitting open from the pain.
I needed to be a thousand times more careful with every breath I took. From this day forward, if I lost control and killed another person, it wouldn't end with just them. Their parents, their siblings, their children, and anyone connected to them would be dragged out to the wooden platform and burned alive. I had no other choice—I had to survive strictly on stolen blood bags from now on, no matter how weak or hungry they made me feel.
I had to force myself to practice absolute discipline and learn to be content with whatever tiny bit of blood I could secretly grab. I needed to train my body, master my urges, and keep my dark secret locked away, because the circle around me was closing in fast. One more reckless moment... one more slip of my fangs... and it would cause another wave of unimaginable heartbreak, murder more helpless bystanders, and bring me straight to my own public execution.
Mary reached out, her cool fingers lightly tapping my shoulder to pull me out of my dark thoughts.
"Come on, Fedora... let's get out of here," Mary whispered softly, her face softening with pure pity as she pointed toward the stone path leading back to the residential halls. "And please, try to stop crying, okay? My heart hurts for them too... but standing here staring at the smoke isn't going to bring any of them back."
I swallowed the tight, painful lump in my throat, offering her a slow, barely visible nod. Without saying a single word, I turned my body around, leaving the smoldering pile of black bones behind, and walked away from the execution grounds side by si
de with Mary.