My halted emotions came back as my face lit up in glee. Finally getting a hold of my mind, my mist cleared up. “I know where I should be going. where she should be. All thanks to you.” I told Leonel as we left to find her. Wendy is too precious to me and when things come down to her. “I lost my identity, becoming a pathetic being; worried and devastated but I couldn’t help it. “Maybe I am made to take lives after all and each time my mind thinks about saving one it arouses funny feelings, the restlessness and inability to react as if I could never do it. I could never.” I told him, he wanted to argue but knowing I was right, he pretended to ignore me and asked, “Where?” He asked, scanning the area. I led the path and he went along with me, believing in me, holding hands. “The place she loves the most.” I breathed out, turning in the direction of the Sapphire Goddess Mansion. I still have those keys, Samantha wouldn’t dare to do anything. None among my enemies would dare to

“Wendy…” I called her after a moment of silence. “Yes?” “How did you end up there?” I asked. She turned to look at me with her appealing eyes, blinking with a glint of distress. “I am sorry.” She whispered, making an almost crying face. “For what?” “I broke the rule and talked to Alpha Leonel.” She said slowly, looking down. Trying not to cry, I pulled her in my embrace and smiled widely, “It’s okay. What happened then?” “He told me to go home as it was late… I.. was passing through the cliff but before I could move further, someone took me away… I don’t remember what happened after it.” She said apprehensively. “What about the members?” “He was too fast. Before anyone could notice, he took me away.” She mumbled, hiding her face in my chest. “Do you know where you were?” I asked softly, still not letting her go. Shaking her head no, she continued to hug me. “I don’t… It was too dark.. It was scary.” She said, weeping softing into my arms. “Hey.. it’s okay. Nothing ca

6 Months Later “You don't seem like a mad dog.” I said to Leonel who was sitting beside me on the wall of the rooftop for the past six months. I swallowed my resentment and put up a nonchalant front, talking to him, being so called normal. “Do you consider me one?” He asked with a smirk. “Yeah. Everyone in Tainted Graves considers your pack as lunatics.” I told him. “Yeah, it is true we all contain bloodlust but we have ethics as well.” He shrugged. “Yeah, I can see. Everyone here is well disciplined.” I smiled a little. He laughed a little. “Our journey together is a short one.” He tells me this all the time but I couldn’t understand what he meant by it. “Why do you always say this?” “I’ll tell you one day.” He smiled. “I should have put the condition of no secrets.” I mumbled. “It could reveal yours as well.” I smirked when I heard this. “Oh, really? What are mine?” I asked. “I don't know. You are great at keeping things.” “And what if it’s something unbearable?

??? “Do you truly think I will let you go this easily?” I teased with an atrocious smirk. Sliding my fingers inside her dress and ripping it in an instant. “Please forgive me, I won’t do it again.” Lucille cried, sobbing badly. “Too late…” I will show what happens when she tries to run away from the cage. “Oh no, love. If you think you can get away with this easily, then you are wrong…” I whispered in her ears, pressing my body over hers. She clutched the sheets tightly, shutting her eyes to prepare for my endless torment. Her screams echoed everywhere even outside but no one dared to help. She was always powerless and pathetic. “What are you planning?” Samantha asked, snapping her fingers before me, taking me out from the flashback I just had. “She learned deception by living with us all, she cannot outwit me. I will bring her to my knees again, that's where she belongs.” But my words came as a mockery to her, she first laughed at my statement as if it meant nothing

Later, I wonder how long I can hold my facade and act unaffected because I know when I will break, it will be… haunting. “Carl.” I saw and went to him. He was slightly scared to see me, which was odd. “What happened?” I asked. “Nothing.” He sighed. I narrowed my eyes, unsure about him. “Are you okay, my brother?” I asked, patting his shoulder, he was losing himself and I wanted to help him. “Huh?” “Are you okay?” Even Lucille tried to talk things out with him, to help him get out from this pain but things were difficult. “Yeah.” He passed me a faint smile and before I could ask further, he left. “Car-” His devoid eyes tell something else. Whatever he is thinking of doing, it would be fatal and I need to stop it. What is happening? Lucille said after the survey Sandra’s death was an accident but is it true..? “No, if she was lying I would have known.” Everything was fine… or not? Days passed in the blink of an eye, proceeding painfully slowly. Before my mind cou