Pack Queen ( under editing)

Chapter 39: i love you

"So many of them, they all sing
About the pleasures of life
And he cries: "Why can't I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning?
It feels like I've always been blind." — Tamino

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I was sick of this place , to the point of being physical ailment , I was sick of the silk curtains  and the 8.000 count Egyptian cotton  comforter and the 90 inch flat screen TV and the mahogany counters . I could burn it down , all of it the whole house .  there was little less then a week until the wedding . The week after that would come my birthday. I'd be seventeen finally . School was to start in just over a month and this would be around the time that I'd be picking out colleges.

I found myself thinking back to the last time I'd been close to Robin , it was the night of the dance . The night Finn had betrayed me. The whole ordeal was embarrassing to say the least. Here we were swaying to music , when suddenly the authorities show up to arrest us in front of the entire school, not even telling us why , next thing I know I'm in the back of a squad car a potato sack being placed on my head . By the time it comes off I'm locked inside the McCann estate . last time I had layed eyes on  Robin was when he shifted.

trapped in here he was all I thought about, I thought about the sun and how it shined, I thought of it's warm glow it's warmth and inviting nature. I'd do anything to see it again. To feel a warm sunny day to feel Robin. In truth if I remained here any longer I'd lose my mind , my mother had taken all of my books , I couldn't practice when boredom took me and often it did, I'd set my own hand on fire and watch it burn. And as the fire danced upon my skin.  Flickering across my flesh, I thought of burning everything to the ground , this house , Mason , his father of unleashing upon them my abilities.

Though if I were being honest, where would it leave Robin , wether I liked it or not this is where he belonged, where he could learn to be what he was .I could do nothing for him, I could barely do anything for myself. So I remained here trapped like some Rapunzel but with dramatically shorter hair.

I looked around the room , I'd ought to clean this place up, I'd ought to bathe and live in some kind of dignified state, I thought that once or twice a day , I even fantasized of starving myself to death , anything to escape. these walls were a prison, I a prisoner and every now and then I'd feel claustrophobic. Like the walls were closing in on me all of them inching closer and closer.

I wonder if I'd inevitably start seeing things, though I did see things. Flashing images nothing I could piece together. I'd lay my head down on a pillow and I'd see a grand chandelier dangling from a high ceiling. Rooms draped in dark red velvet and gold with marble statues and dark yet eerie paintings of people I didn't know then I'd see a castle and I'd see three coffin , one a deep dark green , one a dark blood red and the third a black, I'd see a castle it was huge I'd never seen it before I'd see banners hung along it black with a red dragon sigil, these images would flash at random hours of the day . Some days they did some they didn't, though it was all the same I knew not what they ment and they remained the same each time, not one time offering an explanation .

I'd told no one of them, I somehow knew what they ment, he was here , well maybe even they , who knows , I couldn't focus on these things , these visions like pictures that flashed in my mind mind with no rhyme or reason fleeting, I'd bigger fish to fry well in my case wolves, I had wolves to fry.

* knock knock*

The noise pulled me from my thoughts, I hadn't had a knock on my door since Carson Andrews, I wasn't sure wether to get up or not . In truth I didn't want to. I reluctantly rolled off of my bed, I headed to my front door pulling it open to reveal the unexpected,
Finn.