Chapter 3 The Oath

VIOLET

My eyes fluttered open, the rays of sunlight falling on my face. It made it hard to fall back asleep. It felt like someone had put sandbags on my eyelids. It was so hard getting them to open but eventually I did.

It took some time before my eyes finally adjusted to the light. With a groan, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and looked around. I was on the floor outside the main house. I looked back at the tall building that had served as my home and prison for twenty-two years. The torture and torments I had endured in that house wasn’t something I liked thinking about.

All of a sudden, memories of the previous night began to flood my mind. I clutched my chest, feeling like my heart was going to give out. It was still hard to believe that all of it had happened. I had been painfully rejected. The worst part was that he had embarrassed and humiliated me before the whole part.

I took in a shaky breath and got up to my feet with a few groans. There was no point in hating myself over what happened. I didn’t regret a single word of what I had said last night. I meant every single one of it.

I would no longer take the horrible treatments of the pack members. What happened was very clear. Tristan had made his choice very clearly and decided who he wanted to choose over me. The battle line had been drawn and I would not be succumbing.

“Mark my words Tristan Black. I will make you pay for everything you made me endure.” I swore to myself.

I made my way to the back of the house where I knew the window to my room would be. I looked around and my eyes landed on the tree. I looked down at what I was wearing. I was still in yesterday’s gown. It would be impossible to climb with it.

I began to rip at the seams until I knew I would be able to freely climb up. It was a shame I had to ruin the only beautiful gown I had but I knew it was necessary. Taking in a deep breath, I began climbing the tree.

It took some time before I finally made it to the branch that extended all the way to my window. I looked around, making sure no one was watching me. It was still pretty early in the morning so most of the pack members would still be asleep by now.

I crawled into the room through the open window and landed less than gracefully. I wasted no time in taking off the gown and quickly grabbed a shirt and some trousers before putting them on. I grabbed my bag and packed up most of my essentials into it. Once I was done, I put on my hoodie and flipped the hood over my head.

As I stood by the window, I took one final glance at my room. Blowing out a breath, I got out of the window and climbed down the tree with my bag still in hand. I landed on the ground with a small thud. I quickly looked around, making sure no one saw me.

“We’re good. We’re good.” I tried to reassure myself as I bolted for the forests.

It wasn’t all that far from the main house and soon enough, I had made it there. I looked back, the houses already in a far distance. My heart thrummed in my chest as the thought of what I was doing echoed in my head.

It was for the best. I deserved this. I needed to do it for myself. I let out a breath before turning and heading deeper into the forest. All my senses where on alert as I walked through the forest. I didn’t have a phone that I could use so it only made my journey the more difficult.

My main aim was to find someone that could help me beat Tristan Black. When I thought about getting revenge, there was only one person that came to mind. The one person that I knew Tristan hated with every single cell in his body.

Alpha of rival Dark Moon Pack, Lucian Sinclair. He was well known as a monster among wolves, with a ruthless reputation and a knack for defeating his enemies in the most brutal way possible. Was I sure if I could even find him? How was I sure he would even agree to help me?

I pushed away all the insecure thoughts and focused on my goal. I had to have faith that I could find him. I had a map that would direct me where I was headed. I took multiple stops and breaks, occasionally foraging the forest for some food.

I would then get up and continue my journey. This continued for almost five days. By the fifth day I was already tired of everything. It was as if my mission wasn’t yielding any success at all. I could feel myself on the verge of giving up. What was the point in doing anything?

By now, West Creak must have realized my absence. I tried not to think about it as I forced myself to trudge on. It was already late afternoon and I had barely even eaten anything all day. I decided to rest against a tree when I felt my feet were about to give out. This was all so hard.

It was hard holding on to my resolve with each passing day. I could feel myself slipping further and further. Would this even work? What if I even succeeded in finding Lucian? Who’s to say he would even help me?

I was still deep in though when a howl made me freeze. After some seconds two more howls followed the first one.

My body tensed as I already knew what it could mean. There was only one possible meaning to those howls.

Rogues.