CHP 7

DAMON

“And a good day to you as well uncle,” I said as I let out a sigh. “The guard must have told you, haven’t he?”

Uncle Seamus walked towards me while staring down Grace.

Seamus Croft is my uncle and very much like a father to me. He raised me all by himself after the passing of my father. He is the only man allowed to talk back to me and walked into my abode like it is his own. All I have for him is love and respect, like a son would for his father.

“Seems like the royal guards needs cleansing and I’ll see to that,” I grunted.

“No no, it wasn’t his fault. You can leave that for later, we need to focus on the painting in front of us. This is a big problem, Damon. This flaw of hers has started spreading like uncontrollable fire. If we don’t do something now, things could get out of hand,” Seamus said, trying to pressure me.

“It’s fine, Uncle. You needn’t worry about trivial things. All I need from her is a child and them I’m cured of my curse. I don’t care is she’s blind and deaf at the same time being mute. All I care about is being free from this curse and then I can send her back to wherever dump she came from,” I replied as I turned towards her with disgust written all over my face.

Anytime I look at her face, I get reminded that the offspring of the man that cold heartedly killed my sister is standing right in front of me. And yet…and yet I’m doing nothing about it. I’ve never had to worry about killing someone before, I just do it.

But why can’t I do anything today. There are so many ways that I could use to kill her. I could snap her neck, I could wrap my hands around her throat and choke the life out of her, I could drive my claws through her chest and rip out her heart effortlessly. Yet I’m doing none. Doesn’t this count as betrayal? I’m betraying my late sister by postponing my revenge because I’m thinking only about myself and the curse wrapped around my neck.

If this had happened to me, I bet she would’ve put me first. With all these thoughts lingering through my mind, I began to get angry. 

“With things going the way they are. Damon, my advice for you is to divorce this mute bastard before it’s too late. Or else this flaw of hers will cause an uproar and an unbalance of authority maintenance in this pack. That is all I have to say,” he said he slowly exited the room. 

“No, uncle,” I said what I hadn’t said to my uncle in all my twenty years of being alive. “It can’t just end like this. I can’t close the chapter like this. No, not like this.”

I nodded in retribution as I was beginning to fill with rage, reminiscing those sweet memories that was shared between my sister and I. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I grabbed her so far by her neck that her leg wasn’t touching the ground. 

She struggled reluctantly, trying to break my grip by this was the end of the road for her. She was building energy in her throat as if that useless mouth of hers would spill out words.

“Have you forgotten what her father did to us so suddenly, Uncle?” I asked as I locked my crimson eyes on her, glaring hard. “Or do you want to tell me that you’ve forgiven them? Huh?”

“Of course not, Damon. I wouldn’t stop seeking revenge even at my grave,” he replied.

“Then why do you want it to end with divorce. She can’t walk away after hurting us so much, not with her life, that is. So I’ll end it how I see fit. She has to pay now for the sins of her father,” I said as I begin to tighten my grip.

“You can go ahead, Son. An eye for an eye is what they call it. End this chapter however you see fit. Finish her off,” Uncle Seamus said as his eyes brightened up.

Blood had started to drip from both her nostrils and her ears. She was basically at deaths door. All I had to do was hold her for two more seconds.

And then I heard him… my wolf, why is he fighting me? Why is he cursing me? Why is he stopping me? Isn’t he supposed to be one with me? Isn’t he supposed to be my shadow? Isn’t he supposed to be my spirit? Why must the body work and the spirit rest? 

“Side with me!” I yelled out loud as I tossed Grace to the bed and drove my fist through the wall in rage.

Doesn’t he want revenge? Is having a mate more important than my revenge? 

I had began to question my motive when I turned to the direction of my uncle and saw that he was in disbelief. I don’t blame him, I too was in disbelief.

“Why did you hesitate?” He asked with his eyes wide open. 

“I just remembered something, that’s all. I can’t forget that I need her to cure my curse.”

“But you can pick whomever to cure your curse. It doesn’t have to be her. There’s nothing special about her. You should kill her now that you have the chance,” he said with a tone of panic.

“Not like this. An eye for an eye wouldn’t satisfy me. I want the whole head and I’m sure my late sister does too,” I said.

I can’t reveal the fact that I wasn’t able to kill Grace because she’s my true mate because I want to limit the people that know about this. 

I’m sorry I can’t tell you about this uncle. Because with her I’ll catch the scoundrel in our family that cursed me.