Fallen Moon

Chapter 31: A Wolf's Tears

This cell. It was dark, cold, and silent. The light of the torch was starting to grow dim as was her hope. Tears streamed down her face, as sat there curled in a ball in the dark corner. Her eyes lingered on the bloody werewolf teeth on the floor. She glanced over at her bed, the sheets were torn. This cell. It once belonged to Alejandro. Once upon a time, he too was trapped here by Lycan. His best friend, his so-called brother. To think, Lycan would rip out the teeth of his best friend in order to control him. No, it wasn't about control. It was about silence. This was all a means to silence him but why?

"Nightshade," Raven wiped the tears from her eyes. "Lycan did this to him in order to save his pack. No, not his pack, himself, what did you do? Lycan did something horrible. So horrible, the truth would be the fall of Nightshade. Alejandro knew so you silenced him. That's why you imprisoned him here isn't it?" This cell, the answer had to be somewhere inside this. She turned around and saw claw marks on the wall.

"Alejandro," Raven ran her fingers across the marks. "What did he do to you?" She pressed her forehead against the stone wall. The amount of tears he must have cried here being trapped like an animal. Betrayed by his best friend. She closed her eyes. "Please, show me, show me what he did, tell me the secret Lycan's trying to bury." She was able to travel through time and see the past on the beach. Part of her hoped it would work here too but how? The moon was her guide the first time. Inside this dungeon, there was no moon, no light to guide her. So, how could she trigger it on her own?

"I can't," Raven fell to her knees. "There's no point in," The wall, there were letters carved into the stone. It was the same message she saw at the beach, in the exact same handwriting. "Never forget," She read aloud. He was there at the beach that night. Alejandro was the one burning down the tent. He was the one who wrote the message. Her navy blue eyes followed the message and a few inches down was a name written in crimson. "Jaycee,"

The second she spoke her name, she was struck by flashes. Images of her, the crimson haired girl, their princess, the twin's mother, Alejandro's first. Raven held her forehead as the images kept flickering in her head. Her on the beach, her fighting in the war, the night Alejandro slept with her, the promise all of it rushing back to her. Until Raven's eyes changed to that of a full moon, the prison cell around her changed to that of a ballroom.

"The Lunar Ball," Raven placed her hands on her body. She turned around. Once she did. She saw her pass through her body. She was wearing a solid black dress. She wore a gold choker with a rose emblem on it. On her wrist was the bracelet Alejandro made for her. Her black high heels clacked against the ballroom floor. She was heading toward the balcony outside. Through the glass door was-. The short red hair, those dark green eyes.

"Alejandro," Raven smiled. He was standing outside looking out at the moon. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and dress shoes. In his hand, he was holding his black tie. In his eyes there was a hint of sadness.

"So, tell me," The woman crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway. "How is it that the hottest werewolf in the ballroom isn't out dancing with some hot girl? She walked over to the balcony and rested her arms against it. "You do realize, you're supposed to hooking up with girls right? That's kind of the point of the Lunar Ball."

"I know," Alejandro replied, the wind blowing through his hair. "I just don't feel like dancing besides, it wouldn't be fair. Not when, the only girl I want to dance with is you." He glanced over at her, she blushed,

"I see so this is my fault," She flashed him a cute smile. "Look, I'm here with Lycan. But to be honest, I came to find you because there's something we need to talk about. " She shut her eyes and let out a sigh. "Lycan wants to marry me and ugh, I told him to wait. The reason I did is because," She placed her hand on his forearm. "I wanted to make sure, you'd be okay with it."