The Last Black Wolf

Chapter 21

Kiara's POV 

"Midnight!" I yell into the darkness, "Where are you?"

I continue stumbling forward into nothingness. I know I'm in my head, but this isn't right. How long have I been unconscious?

"No use in yelling. She won't be able to find you." That voice is familiar. I turn to look in the direction it came and find my reflection. Only it isn't a reflection.

"H-How... How is this possible?" I stutter out.

"Because I am you. The real you. It's only natural for me to be here."

"You're not me. You're the darkness, the curse inside of me." I spit back. This is a bad dream.

"It's not a bad dream. And if I'm the curse, then so are you. As I said, I'm the real you."

"I'm not filled with darkness! I'm not evil!" I yell back.

"It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself. But let's be honest. You are evil. A real monster. Who could love someone like you? You're the reason everything has gone to shit in this world. If it wasn't for you, Hunter wouldn't still be alive and he wouldn't have killed your entire pack and family. It's your fault. If you had just shifted earlier, maybe Hunter would have killed you instead and the world would be spared. If you were paying attention to your surroundings, you wouldn't have gotten caught in that city. If you weren't a monster, you wouldn't have enjoyed killing those people and being filled with their power-"

"You're wrong! I didn't enjoy it. I'll admit that I am to blame, but I never, not once, enjoyed killing people. That's not who I am." My voice becomes less audible the more I speak.

"If that's true, then why did you have that sinister smirk as you killed those people? Why was it so easy to take their life forces?"

I rack my brain. I don't ever remember smirking or smiling. Never. I look up when out of the darkness, a video of sorts plays showing the times I've killed someone. Instead of looking at it from my eyes, I'm seeing my face from a different angle. And with each person I killed, there it is. A sinister smirk and an evil glint in my dark red eyes. There's no emotion in them at all. My hand flies over my mouth in disbelief.

"There's no way. That's a lie," I whisper out, not truly believing it.

"But it's not. Don't you remember how it felt? How strong you were though? Like nothing could stop you. We were so powerful. We felt nothing. We had no guilt. Didn't you like that feeling?"

I can't even think straight. Too many thoughts are racing through my mind.

You're a monster. How could you feel nothing? It's all your fault! You should just die! The world would be better without you. What did the world do for you anyway? Everyone's always hated you. They don't deserve to live. You should show them how strong you truly are.

"They won't stand a chance. They will regret ever doubting us. No need to feel guilty or feel anything anymore. And you're right, everyone has always despised you. They were all afraid of you. Remember when Andrew didn't even want to touch your deadly hand?"

I can't stop her voice from invading my every thought.

"Do you want to die here? By Hunter's hand before doing anything? Are we really that weak? Don't you want revenge? Just imagine how it'll feel when his warm blood drips from your claws. I can help you. I can make you stronger. All you have to do is accept it."

My hands try their hardest to cover my ears. I shouldn't be listening to this, but somehow I hear the voice clearly. I shouldn't give in... I can't give in. I was foolish.