BLACKFOREST REIGN

CHAPTER THIRTY

What happened in the community hall had escalated to the whole town.

Everyone who hadn't been there was well aware of what took place and the High Council had done a lot of convincing to calm people down, but in truth they weren't exactly calm, but more like tolerated it all.

Their brothers and sisters had been killed, it wasn't something they could all easily forget.

It had been hard for people to believe what had transpired, for small white oak stakes to form in mid air with no one present controlling them, or for a red coloured arrow to form on Pat's forehead condemning him to suddenly go rogue and kill all the werewolves and witches.

It had been hard to believe but the witches held captive by the crowd had used their powers to reveal that it was indeed the truth.

Whether they believed it or not Pat didn't blame them, what happened had been something spontaneous and all hadn't been aware of.

But what he understood was that people lost their loved ones and companions and needed anything rather someone to blame.

They blamed him.

It was then that Pat came to a realisation that he caused more harm than good. Everything that happened had been his fault.

Pran had to make choices to save him and now he condemned the people he had to rule to their deaths.

The curse and harsh words that came from around the town directed to him as he walked by was enough reminder of the acts he had committed. 

It had been over a week ever since the whole thing took place and things around town haven't been easy.

Managing the whole town and preparing for what's to come wasn't easy on the two eighteen year old boys.

They could only do so much. 

As he watched the river flow, Pat couldn't help but think back to that day.

He had allowed his anger to get the best of him, he had allowed himself to tap into someone he was not.

All the bitter anger that resided in him wasn't his.

But he was angry, angry at himself, angry at the gods, angry at everyone who had looked at him with despicable hate. It wasn't his fault.

It had never been his fault so why did the people he grew up with treat him as if he was some sort of an outcast.

When he entered that hall with the intent to speak with his people and make them realise that the Pat they knew, the vampire they knew was still there.

He would have kept it together had they screamed and cursed at him but when he saw the evident hate in their eyes, he knew it was a lost cause.

He didn't mean to let his hybrid nature take over. He didn't mean to fail to fight back his own true nature, but all the walls he had built all came crumbling down.

He gave in and he allowed all those people to get massacred. He allowed them to get killed.

No, not allowed. He wanted them killed.

He wanted them dead. And now they were dead but still he felt hollow inside.

He never really got to express his emotions when the whole thing happened, all the anger he had was pent down inside needing release.

Pran was no longer angry at him like he had been. His understanding of nature didn't allow him to.

Pran was too kind for his own good. Pat could still see and feel that he was somehow upset, considering it had been his wolves that he killed.