The Two Accusers

I didn’t know whether to be fearful or disgusted to see the two demons of my life before me. They who should have no reason to be here, after making it clear that they don’t see me as family. That pain of betrayal was still fresh on my mind, as I clenched my fist in silent rage. The sheer disbelief at their accusations of how I poisoned their ‘precious Ashley’. Adding in how a third party claimed to have seen me prepare the tea for her- when I never even touched the pot- how was I supposed to feel, breathing the same air as these people who ignored my every word, and took faith in all of another’s? After everything I did for them!

I felt a small hand hold mine, and looked down to see a confused a slightly frightened Justin looking up at me. All the rage that built up from the memory of my arrest left in an instant as I laid eyes on him, and back at Duncan and Dylan.

‘Calm down,’ I told myself. ‘There has to be a good reason why they’re here.’

Yes, there has to be a reason for their presence. For after all, they did not see me as family. They did not even visit me once since I was imprisoned. For them to be here now, there has to be a reason.

‘Is it possible…?’ I wondered then, as a thought came to mind. ‘Have they realized that I didn’t poison Ashley?’

“What do you think you’re doing out here, murderer? After how you nearly killed my mom and left her bedridden! Who gave you the right to leave early?!” How my hopes dashed when I heard those words escape my own son’s mouth, complete with the anger he has on his face, looking at me.

“Don’t bully Mommy!” Justin called out, standing in front of me protectively.

Touched as I was by his actions, it was Dylan’s words that got to me more. Not only did he call me a murderer, Ashley… He called her his ‘mom’? Before my arrest, he certainly showed much favor in her over me, but never did he actually call her his mother. Did Duncan marry her? While I was in prison? Even though we didn’t go through any process for a divorce? Granted, I knew he wanted nothing to do with me after what happened, there is a limit to how careless he can be.

Dylan glared at Justin and his claim. “Who are you calling ‘mommy’?! I’m her only son!” he demanded.

I have no energy to deal with either of these monsters, and gently pulled Justin in for a hug. “Justin, there’s nothing to say to these people,” I told him. “We’re overstaying our welcome. Come on.”

“Halt right there!” a cold shout commanded, just as I was about to walk Justin away from this area.

I lightly huffed, not wanting to deal with any more drama with these people. Sadly, not only was one of them my husband- ‘ex’-husband- he was also my Alpha, and there will be more danger in ignoring an Alpha’s demands than there is ignoring an abusive, ignorant husband.

I looked back at Duncan, watching him glare at me so heavily, seething in rage. “You poisoned my beloved. Left her bedridden, ruined her health, nearly killed her. She can never go out without those medical equipments like any normal girl can. After you made a mess of her life, you think you can just walk away?!”

A sigh left my lips at the accusation. After all these years, Duncan still believes that I had any part in poisoning Ashley? It almost made me wonder if he even made any effort in finding out exactly what it was that poisoned her.

“Regardless of what you say, I have already served my time here,” I calmly explained. “Clearly you don’t want me in your presence any longer. Why prolong this?”

All I spoke there was the truth, and nothing but. Perhaps it was because I was sounding smart, making him look dumb or desperate being in the spot as someone he wants nothing to do with, for Duncan grew enraged by my statements. “Don’t think that means you’re cleared of your crimes! Seize the boy!”

I paled at the command, as many other werewolves exited out of the other cars and rushed at us. At Justin. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted, as one of them tried to take him away. I pulled Justin back, and pushed the wolf away from him, only to be grabbed by two others and be forced down on the ground.

“Mommy!” Justin cried out.

“Justin!” I cried back, trying hard to fight back against these beasts, only to be overpowered by the sheer number that kept me down. Helpless, as I was practically forced to watch my son be kidnapped by my own Alpha and husband.

“To think in the four years you would be in there, you would come out with some bastard child? Four years of imprisonment is far too light if you’ve gone and let yourself loose on those scums in there. How far you have fallen,” Duncan accused.

I grew more enraged by his claim. Bad enough he refused to believe me- his own wife- he thought me so low to easily move on and sell myself to men? Furthermore, to think so lowly on a child! I had long since stopped caring what he and Dylan thought of me. It was a different story if Justin gets involved.

“He is not a bastard, or a scum!” I shouted. “You only have beef with me. Leave Justin out of it!” I tried again to free myself from his men’s hold, only to be grabbed by the head, and have my face be slammed down on the ground.

In my slight daze, Duncan lazily approached me, and knelt down with a cruel smirk on his face. “So long as you do as I say, nothing will happen to him,” he claimed.

I was so frustrated with him at this point. Couldn’t believe he was so petty to make me so miserable. Even go as far as to get a child involved. Then again, how else would Dylan be so cold to me, and fond of Ashley?

Finding myself left with no other choice in the matter, I reluctantly closed my eyes and nodded, sealing the deal.