Chapter 3:Last Wave

Lyra’s POV

The plan was simple. The only way to avoid this forced marriage was to run away and never return. But I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I needed help but who would be willing? No one in this house would dare go against Uncle Zorah’s orders.

Then it clicked. There was only one person I could trust with the escape plan.…Tracy. If sending letters was a thing of the past, my best friend—Tracy—and I were starting to bring it back. For the last few days, Uncle Zorah had shut me from the outside world—not that I was given free will in the first place. He seized my phone, my only company, and locked me up in my room.

He was terrified I'd make an escape and ruin the marriage, but I wasn't just going to sit here and allow him send me off to some fucking old man with salt and peppered hair. I love Tracy with all my heart. She figured something was wrong when I obviously couldn't reply to her texts. She came knocking on my window days after and it became a habit to send letters down to communicate with her.

Laying down on my bed, I read the last letter I received from her, grinning from ear to ear when she finally agreed to help me with my escape. She had climbed up a tall ladder to reach my window earlier, how hard could it be to do the same? I sighed out loud, folded up the paper and tore it in pieces. Meera came in every now and then to hurl insults at me for no reason, but it was a habit to remain quiet now.

She could yell and rant for all I care, I was only concerned with escaping from here. Tracy had promised to secure a job for me to keep my life balanced, it was all I needed to survive out there.

Tonight would be the last chance I got to get the fuck away from this crappy town.

Far away from my uncle's clutches.

The soft sound of footsteps pulled me from my reverie. I turned my head slowly, meeting Meera's sharp gaze. She had her hands placed behind her back, striking my curiosity effortlessly. She approached me slowly and placed a brown tray on my bed,

“Eat up, father wants you healthy for your wedding.”

I'm. Not. Getting. Married. To. That. Dumbass. I wanted to say, but I zipped up and glanced at the food. “I'm used to you starving me.” I whispered coldly, pushing the tray aside, “I prefer starving to death.”

Meera pulled out a silver dagger from her pocket, a wild grin on her face,

“Even though you're yet to get your wolf, a stab to your heart would end you immediately. Why don't you do it now? End your misery. My father wants you to live, but I want you completely gone, six feets under.” Her eyes glowed with mischief and my mouth ran dry. To what extent was she willing to go to end my life?

She raised a brow, toying with the silver dagger, “You’re not willing?”

“I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of watching me writhe in pain.” I reached for the dagger and tossed it on my couch, “If you want to do it, then do it. I'm not stopping you.”

“I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of watching me ruin my own life.” Meera spat back before turning away. With her fingers around the doorknob, her voice shattered the silence once again, “You should have ended your life when you had the chance, you have a choice now.”

“Then what? Leave my whole empire for you?” I chuckled, sitting upright, “are you afraid I would try to claim what's mine with Luciano's help?”

Meera slammed the door hard and stormed away, acting like the bitch she had always been. I patiently stared at the clock, Watching as minutes turned into hours with the sky turning darker. The stars shone brightly, the moon casting a warm glow on the whole building. I got off my bed, grabbed a black blazer, some black pants and a face cap. I strode towards my window, opened it up and patiently waited for a ladder and lean, tall blonde to pop up.

After a long while, I heard a slight knock, finding the brown ladder pressed against my wall. I leaned towards the window and smiled at the familiar figure staring back at me. Tracy. She waved her hands, but due to the distance, I felt like Rapunzel being saved from the high mighty tower. Tossing my bag over my shoulders, I clutched the ladder by the two sides and waved back at her.

Finally I was leaving this goddamn home.

If there was one thing I was thankful for, it was the fact that I had no phobias for extreme heights. As I climbed down the ladder, it felt like the wind was close to tossing me away like it does to the leaves on the trees, but I held onto my will to survive. My new life after leaving here.

Just a few more steps to reach the ground.

I kept muttering encouraging words, smiling from ear to ear as I increased my pace, but my legs trembled when a loud gunshot pierced the air. The ladder lost its balance almost immediately, and when I glanced below, I saw Tracy in a pool of her own blood, eyes wide with terror as her lips trembled with pain.

“Tr..Tracy!” I screamed, anticipating the rough impact of falling from such a high height, but I was caught by some strong arms, pressed hard against some hard, stiff chest. My heart slammed hard against my ribcage as realization dawned on me. I got caught. This was one of Uncle Zorah's guards, he had shot Tracy!

I struggled against him, trying hard to jump from his arms, but he held me in place, “Stay put and I might save your ass from Zorah.”

“You killed my friend!” I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. My heart twisted with so much pain, I found it hard to breathe,

“You shouldn't have killed her, she only tried to help me!” I yelled, slapping my hands against his chest. I struggled against him again, dragged his hair, bit his wrists and cried out,

“You…you—”

“Zorah knew you would escape, he gave instructions.”

“Tracy was my friend.”

“She tried to help you escape.”

“You're going to rot in hell for this!”

“Oh, honey.” The guard laughed, flipping me over his shoulders,

“You’re the one who's going to hell for your crimes.”