#Chapter3
Exiled
Ashley's POV
My eyes were swollen but his face looked dead. My hands were filled with blood but his were clean. My eyes were filled with anger but his were filled with betrayal.
The Luna was already wrapped and cleaned on the bed and the doctors were checking for the autopsy, not treatment. The results were exactly what she had thought, there were hand prints on her neck and her eyes seemed stressed, to show that she had been choked and forced to take those pills.
The guards were begging and at that moment I wished I was the Alpha, I wanted revenge too.
Iziah folded his arms in the living room as I held the results before dropping them on the grand center table.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Alpha Iziah," One of the professional doctors said and my mate turned, sucking in his breath at the title. Of course, he was the Alpha now.
Tears left my eyes and I cleaned them immediately as he nodded towards them, "You may go," He said and they all bowed leaving the manor.
"You," He bit out and I looked up, thinking he was pointing at me but the maid beside me answered. "Gather the pack and tell them there's going to be an exile, I know who the killer is."
My heart dropped and I stared at him with my mouth open. My anger was radiating and I wanted to know who the person was but I couldn't ask. My wolf for some reason was dormant, not all angsty so I looked down, walking out of the living room.
Why just exile?
What happened to death?
A life for a life?
I retired back to my room and it seemed pretty noisy till I entered, everyone watching me closely with slit eyes. I look at them confused and mentally imprinting it in my mind, that this was the worst birthday of my life.
I had an Alpha aura and my wolf wouldn't talk to me. Iziah is my mate and my Luna is dead. If that isn't cursed, then I don't want to call it. Suddenly I heard some slight footsteps and everyone stopped talking.
I was the last maid in the room to become a wolf so we could all hear the impending danger and auras of other stronger werewolves. We all stayed quiet and the door banged open noisily making us flinch.
Luna Anna was the one who established the rule of weaker wolves working instead of being used for other bad things. So now that she was dead, we wondered if Iziah wanted to go back to his grandfather's wicked ways.
Two warriors barged in with silver chains while the rest stayed outside. I stared at them, super afraid when they looked around the room before their eyes landed on me.
Me?
"Ashley Everest, you will have to come with us," The man said with finality like I had no say in it. I stood up with my legs almost falling out.
"Why what did I do?" I asked as he moved forward, dragging my hand. The other maids talked in low tones and moved away from me immediately like they wanted to escape danger. My eyes widened when I saw the silver chain in his hand moving towards me.
"Stop moving you idiot," The man scolded and threw the chain over my neck, clamping it as I struggled.
A nasty scream left my throat in pain, and it caused me more suffering. The other maids shouted as I was dragged with the chain. Tears left my eyes as I followed them, why would they do this to me? To my wolf?
I could feel her anger, but it was not directed at the chains but the disrespect. I felt disgusted but she didn't come out and that made me glad. That would make me look like the killer, and I didn't want that. It seemed that my wolf was smart and didn't react on impulse, she always read the room.
I followed them to a dungeon and was thrown there, telling me they would be back. The smell of blood, piss, and burning flesh filled my nose as I tried to sit up in pain.
On instinct, my hand went up to the chains and I screamed and looked at my hands. They looked burnt a bit. Were they doing this to me because the Luna was gone? Did Iziah know about this? I always knew that the pack hated me, but not this much.
"Luna! Mother," I cried aloud when I remembered her pale skin that looked like a vampire's as she lay on the bed lifeless. That woman was filled with fun and mischief, she was a blessing to me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I heard a guard call out and shrunk back into the cell. I wanted to be around in the exile of the murderer, I wanted to do things to him/her but it seemed like the pack had other plans.
My throat hurt and I needed water, I needed safety and soft sheets to lie on and most of all, I couldn't believe that at that moment, I needed to be with my mate.
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My eyes drooped open slowly and quick tears enveloped my eyes when I felt the burning silver, already digging deep. They weren't giving my wolf any time to heal me, if I stayed here without getting anything for the next two days, I would die.
The gates clanked open slowly and I looked up faintly, seeing a bunch of guards.
"It's time motherfucker," One said and the others laughed, "You'll regret doing what you did."
What did I do? Could they fucking tell me? Was I wrong for being born?
One held the neck chain and I stood up immediately before he would tug me like some dog. I followed him, and my maiden clothes were already soggy and smelly, I just wanted to leave, to run far away.
Some of the men pushed me forward like movement was not enough. Honestly, going to join Luna Anna was not so much of a bad idea anymore.
I came out of a door I had never seen before, glad to see the sky. My body stopped immediately when I heard the pack screaming at me with so much intensity. There was so much hate in their eyes and I wondered if it was for me.
I looked around the wood-like stage, and my heart broke when I saw Iziah staring at me, with the same look, if not worse. My mouth fell open as he asked the guards to bring me up.
No.
Not him.
Anyone but him.
