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“I won’t ever get out. They’ll always find a way to lock me back in…” My heart squeezed painfully at her words. She wasn’t in the elevator anymore. Not in her mind. She was in a memory—dark, cruel, suffocating. I moved closer, slowly, as not to startle her. Her breathing was shallow, quick. Her hands were trembling. I couldn’t leave her like this. Closing my eyes, I called on the ability I use in important cases. My gift wasn’t just healing cuts and bruises. It was the ability to reach into the places most people couldn’t touch—the pieces of the soul that were cracked, the emotions frayed by pain that refused to fade. Emotional wounds. Psychological scars. Trauma. And help them heal at that

It feels stronger than it used to. When me and Laynie started dating in high school it almost vanished. I knew it was still there but it was never present around her. When my mother finally passed from her illness, I thought it would try to come out. I know I needed a release of some kind to escape the pain of the loss I had, but Laynie was there for me the whole time making the darkness only linger on the edges of my mind. Now though. Now I feel it trying to consume me. How easy it would be to just give in to it. Is that what I did before? Simply give in and hurt her? My sweet Laynie?

I was more aware of her as she was inside of me trying to heal the darkness. Her healing powers were warm. Although I still felt a chill, there was warmth in the area she was working. She continued to work on my stomach, and I felt a break. Like the dam had been broken and it was being drained. For the first time I felt relief. It was a brief moment, but it was relief from the pain that had plagued me my entire life.

The rage pulsed erratically now. Confused. Unstable. The pain-entity moved closer again. Small beside the enormous darkness. And softly whispered: “You deserved comfort too.” The rage froze completely. The network stopped breathing emotionally. Because maybe No one had ever said that to it before. The darkness trembled violently. The hatred cracking open just enough for the original wound beneath it to show. Abandonment. Loneliness. A desperate need for someone to stay. And then The rage-consciousness whispered something so broken it shattered humanity emotionally:

"Feeling resentful because of someone else's mistake is like drinking poison but hoping that the other person feels your pain." I was struck dumb when I heard that. After being tormented by a one-sided relationship and becoming all bruised and battered, I felt like I was being tied down by chains that I couldn't free myself from. At the same time, I couldn't restore the relationship either. Yet, the key to unlocking the chains was always in my hands. I was never in the wrong. My only mistake was not having a clear view of my situation and saving myself earlier. However, subconsciously, I felt like I did not deserve to be loved. I wasn't good enough for Matthias.

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

Anthony got me a glass of wine, and join in beside me laying next to me in his bed, and pulled me onto his chest. He kept quiet as he entwines our hands, and that was when I feel his energy flowed into my body. I've never felt anything like it before. Ann told me that she had opened up a pathway, so I could be connected to Anthony. But I didn't expect this. It was like he was giving me his energy. He was letting me feel his emotions, letting me peeked inside his soul. It hit me like a tidal wave, all his love, his hurt, his passion towards me. I could feel his sadness for the last couple of days.

The emotions are so overwhelming that I just want to lay down and let the darkness wash over me. Knowing that I can no longer fight against the void, I sit on the ground and shiver as the emotions rush through my body. I try to tell myself that these emotions do not belong to me. I repeat the reasons that I am here over and over in my mind. But the darkness is overwhelming, and I become paralyzed by the emotions that rush through my body. I know that I will never make it through this darkness. Hugging my knees to my chest, tears stream down my face.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

It was through her love and acceptance that I began to glimpse the possibility of letting go of my anger and embracing healing. We sought the wisdom of our pack's spiritual leader, an ancient wolf known for his guidance and insight. He spoke of the transformative power of forgiveness, explaining that holding onto anger would only perpetuate the cycle of pain. It was a revelation that struck a chord within me, pushing me to confront the darkness that had consumed my heart.