The Last Deadwolf

Chapter 59

Luna POV

I take a deep breath before entering the territory that I used to help rule in the past. I've been building up my courage these past few weeks to see Deadlive again after everything that has happened. I know she's going to be mad and she has every right to but I'm not going to turn my back on her now. We both don't have anyone on our side anymore and being alone out there isn't really safe. I just hope that Falk doesn't ruin things for me. He'd do anything to become the ruler of Hell. With what intention exactly I have no idea but it probably isn't a good one. There doesn't exist something good in Falk's life, only cursed.

I start walking the path towards the Packhouse where I assume Deadlive is right now. I thought that the people would be returning back to this territory now but I think they really have lost all trust and faith in her. Looking back on everything that has happened to her I realize what a horrible parent I have been. We never sent her to school because we thought she'd die eventually so what's the point, we kept her away from other children, never showed her enough affection and made her feel like an outcast. And I don't even know what Fenrir did when I died but the scars on her face tell me enough already.

"What are you doing here", I hear Falk his voice out of nowhere. "You know why I am here", I answer his question. His eyes are looking straight into mine like he's trying to read my soul. "You're not going to ruin my mission Luna, I will grant you your favor but only if you don't tell her anything and trust me I will know when you tell her", he warns me threateningly. I ignore his threat and walk past him. I think that with time that Deadlive will figure it out about his intentions. She's not stupid after all.

The second I set foot into the Packhouse I immediately heard her voice: "What in god's name are you doing here?!" As she walks frustrated at me I notice the black veins on her arms. What had happened to her? I also notice that her right eye that used to be quite black is completely white now. "It's nice seeing you too Deadlive", I say sarcastically. "Why are you here", she asks full of anger. "I have no bad intentions towards you Deadlive, I'm here to be the mother you deserve", I tell her and she chuckles lightly turning away from me in disbelief. "Now you want to be a mother to me? After everything I have been through. You seem rather late for that", she says.

Seventeen years ago

I'm walking with Deadlive through the woods of our territory. Fenrir has planned to kill off a few people and I don't want Deadlive to see nor hear those kinds of things. He planned for her to be there to learn what happens to traitors but I think it has another reason for it. It may be an awful thought but I know that she'll die if not by Fenrir then by someone else with so much hatred for her. There has never been a female werewolf in the world and I think it has its reasons , even if she would be able to survive her father and the other Alpha's I think Nature will catch up with her.

When I get out of my thoughts I notice that I don't hear Deadlive's footsteps anymore. I look around to maybe catch a glimpse of her deeper in the woods but she's nowhere to be found. I walk further where I arrive at a lake and notice Deadlive struggling to get out of the water.

I stare in front of me not knowing what to do. A train of thoughts pass in front of me: , Maybe this is better for her, the older she gets the more problems she'll get, Fenrir will eventually kill her in the most brutal way, what if I let her die and the Moongoddess wants to punish me, What if I am sent to Hell for this,..

Just when I'm about to act I don't hear her struggle anymore, the water is laying as still as can be. I can feel an intense pressure in my chest as I walk towards the lake where her body is floating.