Sarah's Memory

Sarah POV

I sat in a dim light within my chamber, the candle flame flickering, casting shadows on the stone walls. The air crackled with that familiar energy, alive with the excitement of yesterday's events.

I had been telling what happened to Beta Jax, my confidant and, if I’m honest, my lover. There was wonder and concern in his eyes as I prepared to plunge into the turmoil we both saw.

"What happened yesterday.” Jax asked. I leaned forward slightly. "I trailed our warriors into the enemy territory. The hunters were on Lorenzo's tracks, after he followed them."

“Why did you leave so suddenly yesterday, I missed you.?” Jax interrupted, his brow furrowed. “You know how important this was for us! We could have been together, and I wanted to be there with you.”

I hesitated at what I could see was Jax's annoyance starting to flare up. “I had to make a decision, Jax. I couldn't just jump in blindly. You know the situation was very serious.

I had to think it through strategically. Besides, I was watching, just watching. I had to learn how they operated."

Arms crossed over his torso, he leaned back, frustration welling in his eyes. “But you could have trusted me. I love you, Sarah. I want to be beside you, not just as your Beta, but something more.”

That touch of warmth felt through the voice made me shiver. Is the word love simple? For a long time, I had felt buried beneath layers and layers of ambition and resentment; and now came this guy, pulling it back to the surface. “Thanks for that, Jax,” I said softly; “but we have bigger fish to fry than our feelings. We are being distracted from our goals.”

His look softened, and I could see the tussle in his eyes. “I understand that, but I want us as a team in every possible way. For me, it’s not just about the power; it’s about us.”

I sighed. In his own twisted way, he was right. “I know. But hear me out; yesterday was a turning point. The moment I saw them all rushing to the village, something changed within me.

I felt my blood rush with excitement and thought about Lorenzo’s capture. The boy has always been a pawn in someone else's game, and I wanted to see justice done."

Jax looked deeper in thought, frowning more so than before. “But he’s still a child, Sarah. Didn’t you feel any pity?”

“Pity?” I cried. “Not for Lorenzo! If anything, I felt relish. To see him taken away by a rival pack after I’d come so far, that felt sweet.

He was the embodiment of everything she ever messed up on, something that brought me such pleasure to witness. It was high time someone laid down the law to her.”

The memories clashed back into my mind as I narrated. I could visualize the pandemonium-the warriors of our pack charging forward, the battle cries ringing in the night. I was strategically placed behind the trees, looking at them to overpower Lorenzo.

My heart raced just at the thought of it. “I stood there in jubilation while they finally caught him. The way he fought back, desperately trying to escape—oh, it was almost poetic.”

Jax listened earnestly, but I could see the expression of conflict waging war on his face. "And what of Clark? The moment she arrived, you knew she would come for him."

I laughed, the sound low and twisted as it sliced through the heavy silence of the room. "Of course she did! The moment she found out her son was in danger, she charged into battle like a lioness. But it was too late. I watched her desperate attempt to save him, to fight for him with all her strength. It was beauty itself, watching her vulnerability."

"Conjure this," Jax warned, his voice steady, "her desperation is going to be very dangerous. She will do anything to protect him, and we cannot underestimate her."

I waved him off dismissively, exhilaration coursing through me as I spoke. "Let her try. I know her weaknesses, and I will use them against her.

I want her to know what it feels like to fail. The thrill of the whole battle drives me. Lorenzo's eyes told me everything; he was aware of every moment.

And it gave me joy to see the fear in his eyes as the rival pack dragged him away.”

Jax had turned a shifty countenance, amalgamating admiration with concern. "You play a dangerous game, Sarah, and what if she turns the tide? What if she gets him back?"

"We'll be ready," I said as if I was competing with him, not letting my guard down. "That opportunity doesn't pass me. The second she touches her son, she is the one who is vulnerable. I will be there, hidden, waiting to launch my strike."

The atmosphere in the room had thickened, and I could see Jax chewing my words. "You can't let this go, can you? Your ambition is clouding your mind."

I bent slightly, whispering, "You don't understand, Jax. I'm taking back what belongs to me. I've been in the shadows for too long, and I'm finally beginning to see the outcome of my hard work. Watching Clark suffer, watching Lorenzo's demise—it's divine. I won't let go of this."

He scrutinized me with a piercing gaze, and I felt just a hint of vulnerability. "And what about us? Where do we stand in all this?"

I hesitated; my heart raced. I had put up walls around myself to protect my ambitions from any thought of softness. "We will be stronger together, but I need you to trust me. I can't afford distractions. Not now."

"But I don't want to be a distraction," Jax raised his voice ever so slightly. "I want to be with you, Sarah. I want to fight alongside you, not just as your ally, but as your partner. I love you.”