Rey De-Heavens (English)

5.3

"Look at his eyes, Maryam! He will never be able to live normally. If it gets out of hand, it can be detrimental to everyone. At worst, he'll end up killing his brothers, you, the boys and me...Kat knows better than anyone."

Rey shook her head. He wanted to speak, to defend himself against those accusations, but no one would listen. He took a deep breath and stepped back as he looked down at his hands. Gritting his teeth, he knew he would never be able to kill one of the pack, not as he was accused. Lifting his gaze, he opened his mouth only to close it again and bite his tongue until he made himself bleed. "To die without having lived would be a real shame," he said to himself.

Maryam, using a serious tone, seemed to speak her mind:

"My sister I'll take care of." Changing her tone of voice to a softer one, the vampire continued. "Neither the pain of your past, nor the words of others should make this decision. Let him grow up, and when he commits a fault that should be punishable by death..." She sighed and bowed her head. "You will be able to sentence him without feeling so guilty, my beloved. Also, who's to say that someone else won't be the one to end his life?"

Rey looked sideways, still with his head turned, he wanted to see his mother's face, but not his father. The words she used to convince the wolf not to do what he was thinking of doing ran down his back like a breath of cold air. "Maybe she's not saying what she's thinking?" he said to himself Rey whose legs were almost shaking.

Maryam, naked and still bleeding, rested her forehead against the lycanthrope's back. She waited in silence, she knew the room was empty. Silvia was still outside preventing the others from entering, the two old women had left. It was her, her husband and the children. No one else. Maybe that's why, little by little, the corners of her mouth widened and her fangs showed. There, where she could not be seen, she was giving a wide, whimsical smile, one that, according to Rey, people who are no good give when they get what they want.

Almost petrified by the revelation, the little boy realized the unconditional love his mother had for his father. That she was not defending him because he was her son, but because he was one more tool to bind and give purpose in the relationship to the lycanthrope who so cherished freedom and longed to return to the world he had left.

Wulfgang turned to embrace the vampire, who immediately wiped the smile she wore from her face and showed a stricken face. In the embrace, the gigantic body let out as much air as it could from inside its lungs.

Rey noticed that the immense subject was staring at the ceiling. But gazing with other eyes, deep red eyes that seemed to look into his fears once again, those that in the future would perhaps become reality.

"Oh, yes!" Wulfgang said in a low voice. "This mind of mine carries many conflicts, but I don't think it's so weak. At least not enough to end up driving me mad. But..."

Lighting his eyes, with the haunted look of one who looked up and down, full of defiant intent. A pause in his words, a change in his expression....

"I don't want to make the same mistakes my father in life made".

Sadness eventually showed on the wolf's face, even if nothing was resolved by his presence.

"I consider that my father didn't have the courage to kill me and for that reason he locked me up. I am being no different if I let him live. Maybe it won't be under a cellar, behind bars, but he will be locked up under my control until he can escape" he said in a broken voice, a voice of someone crying, the husband who buried his face in his beloved's lap just so she wouldn't see him cry.

Rey took a few steps into the room. Barely leaning his back against the wall, he dropped into a sitting position on the floor with one hand over his open mouth. The idea that he was truly alone tore him up inside. He wanted to scream, to cry, to roar because he understood that the answer was to escape, love was not an option. He had no daddy and no mommy. "Who would treat his son with love if deep down inside he knew he shouldn't get attached because he might have to kill him?" wondered Rey. "No one," he answered himself. But he refused to stop believing in one possibility: that no matter how slim the chance, if he loved them and gave his all, maybe he would receive love like the "guardians of Paradise" did on the shore of the shining lake. "Maybe I can make them change. At least my mother, who needs me. But, if she wants to kill me, how could I love her? Why would she love me if I am different from my brothers?" questions Rey felt the need to answer. "Because I can make her happy. If I made her feel happy by not being killed by my father, I have a chance."