Prophecies and Lies

chapter 26

Sometimes you have to make a decision, that will hurt your heart but heal your soul...

~Karma

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Ariana

I am twisting and turning in my bed, trying to fall asleep. My head hurts from all the toxicity of the day as it continues to recap Will's inhumanity and blatant disregard for me.

It's raining outside, with lightening crackling against the prudent sky every few minutes. I want to run to soak myself in the rain so that the horrible pain in my head will go away.

But I don't move. I can't move. I feel like I'm stuck in time, repeating one thought over and over till it bites at me and poisons me internally.

It's daunting to be in a room alone at night, with only your wolf for company. My wolf has hidden herself in the cracks of my memory, where she spends her time going through the memories that Will and I shared. She's confused, not understanding why he chose her over us.

I can feel her whimper loudly in my head as she lets out a wolfish cry. She's in pain, not just emotionally but physically as well. She had never fully recovered from all the emotional neglect that our father had put us through, but her recovery has slowed down even further from what had just taken place a few hours ago.

I wish I could help her, but I can't. Not with trembling hands and poofy eyes. That I'd gotten from all the crying that I have done. I wish now that I could be our strength instead of our weakness.

My wolf lets out a menacing howl in my head, causing my head to splinter in pain as she angers over my self-deprecation. I want to howl back at her for being so selfish. I get that she's upset, but that doesn't mean I am not allowed to sulk as well.

We lay bantering over each other as we argue who's right and wrong for being upset. I almost forget the tragedies of the day till they come crashing back, causing me to climb out of my bed in anger.

I finally had enough of the silent torture of not knowing why Will left me for Andria on the day that he had promised to tell the world that I was his mate. It couldn't have all been a lie, could it?

I stomp outside in nothing but my chemise, finding it easier to go through the rain than the dark hallways of the palace. They reminded me too much of Will and our dark meetings, where his hands touched my bare skin.

I shiver internally, disgusted by how easy it had been for him to get to me. I had never thought that I would turn so desperate when it came to being loved.

But I had, and it was a mistake. Love is a mistake, a cruel lie written by some old merchant who had nothing better to do than write lies. When the man who was supposed to be my faithed mate, decided to choose a mate instead of having me.

I'm in the palace courtyard, my shoes covered in mud from my stomping on the wet grass as the rain pelts down on me. It's cold. I should feel cold, but I don't, not when anger warms my veins and fury sends my heart a blaze.

I need answers. Answers for things that went gone wrong today.

I near the second entrance to the palace, where I spot Will leaning against a wall, his shirt drenched in water, showcasing the hard muscles underneath.

The droplets of water rolled off his forehead in what should've been a deliciously enticing manner if his hands weren't around Andria's neck as he pulled her closer, making her let out a loud giggle as his lips lightly brushed against hers.

They part for a brief moment, before Andria pulls Will back towards her, her fingers weaving through his curls as she pushes her lips against his, making my stomach roll in disgust as my chest heaves from the sight in front of me.