Heartbroken

Chapter 2

Third person Pov

Lucas didn't even look at Selena as he turned to her, his eyes alight with interest. “Sure,” he said, his voice husky. “I'd love that”.

And then, without so much as a glance to her direction, he shoved her aside, his hand on the blonde's waist as he led her away to the bar.

Selena stood , frozen, watching as he disappeared into the crowd with his new date. It was like a nightmare came to life, a sense of disbelief and betrayal washing over me.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she realized what had just happened. Lucas had found his one true mate, and it wasn't her. All the promises he had made, all of the love he had professed, meant nothing in the face of this new connection.

Selena stormed out of the hall, her tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision. Each step felt heavy, as if carrying the weight of her shattered dreams.

“Selena!” Alexa's voice called out, a desperate plea, as she raced after her friend. Fear and concern etched across her face.

As Selena reached her hostel, she pushed the door wide open, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions. The room, once a sanctuary of shared laughter and secrets, now witnessed the depths of her pain. With a heart wrenching cry, she launched herself onto her bed, burying her face in the softness of the pillows.

Alexa followed closely behind, her heart aching at the sight of her friend's anguish. She closed the door gently, she approached the bed, her voice a gentle murmur amidst Selena's sobs. “Selena,” she whispered, her voice brimming with empathy and love.

The sound of Selena's crying grew louder, her shoulders heaving with each sob. Alexa sat down beside Selena, her presence a silent reassurance. She reached out, her hand resting gently on Selena's back, offering a comforting touch amidst the storm of emotions. 

“Selene, are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with care.

The words caught in her throat. “That jerk… he… he…" she stammered, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. 

“It's okay,” Alexa whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and conviction. “He doesn't deserve you, Selene. You're worth so much more.” Her words carried a soothing melody, an attempt to drown out the anguish that enveloped Selene's spirit.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as they laid there, Selene's sobs gradually subsiding, but the ache in her heart remained. 

• • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Selene's heart constantly aches during her last year in school. She felt the pain of seeing Lucas with the blonde, which served as a painful reminder of what could have been. Witnessing their affectionate gestures and stolen glances was bitter because she knew that she was no longer the recipient of his love.

Graduation represented Selene's beacon of hope, a distant light at the end of a dark tunnel. She eagerly anticipated leaving behind haunting memories and starting anew. Throughout this emotional rollercoaster, Alexa remained her unwavering rock - the one constant in a world that seemed intent on breaking her.

As graduation approached, Selene grew increasingly excited but also uneasy. She sent a text message to her parents sharing the date and time of this momentous occasion; however they didn't show up.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

*Two days later*

Selene's heart raced as she walked through the dimly lit streets of her hometown, Baltimore. It had been three long years since she last set foot here. The city felt different, the air thick with an underlying tension she couldn't quite pinpoint.

As she approached her childhood home, a knot tightened in her stomach. The house stood silent and imposing, its windows dark and foreboding. Unease settled over Selene like a heavy cloak as she reached for the doorknob, her hand trembling slightly.

Pushing open the front door, she stepped inside, the familiar scent of home washing over her. But something was off. The air was stale, and a sense of abandonment hung in the atmosphere. She called out for her parents, but her voice echoed through the empty rooms.

Panic surged within her as she hurried through the house, searching for any sign of her parents. But every room she entered only deepened the mystery. 

As Selene's heart pounded in her chest, she made her way to her parents' study, she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock at the scene she stared at.

The room was in disarray, papers strewn across the floor, drawers pulled open quickly, a red t-shirt with an awkward symbol. It was a scene of chaos, the opposite of the order her parents always maintained.

Fearing the worst, Selene dropped to her knees, searching through the scattered papers for any clue to her parents' whereabouts. And that's when she found it —a cryptic note, hastily scrawled on a torn piece of parchment. It read:

“Selene, my dear, if you're reading this, we're already gone. You must trust no one. They're after you. Keep your powers hidden, seek refuge at The Moonlit Haven.

Trust only those you meet there. Stay safe, our precious girl. Love, Mom, and Dad"

She looked over to the table and saw her family heirloom in a box, a punk emerald sitting in it.

A shiver raced down Selene's spine as she read the words. She clutched the note tightly, her mind racing with questions. Who were “they”? What did they want with her? And why had her parents kept this hidden from her for so long?

•••••••••••••••

Selene clutched her phone tightly as the moon cast its soft glow upon the darkened streets, her heart pounding with worry. Her father's stories about growing up at Moonlight Haven echoed in her mind, but she had never been there before. Her uncle owned the hidden school that trained wolves of all races and held the answers she desperately sought.

With trembling fingers, She dialed her uncle's number and explained the situation in a quivering voice. His concern resonated through the phone, providing a steady anchor amidst rising panic.

“What do you mean they're missing?” Her uncle's voice carried a mix of urgency and determination. “Stay calm, Selene. I'll send you the directions to the Moonlight Haven. It's best if you come here as soon as dawn breaks. Late night travels to this place have never boded well”.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her uncle's words served as a lifeline, reminding her to maintain composure in the face of uncertainty. She nodded, even though he couldn't see her, and murmured a quiet agreement.