Fallen Moon

Chapter 38: Forsaken

Raven sat there on the edge of the bed in her dark prison cell. This place was to be her new home. She knew nothing could save her. She was trapped beneath the castle where her screams could not be heard. Her voice, forever silenced. It was here, Lycan would break her and turn her into his perfect bride. As much as she wished for it, she knew there was no escape. Even someone as strong as Alejandro could not escape his cage. He carried it with him, everywhere he went. So if someone like him couldn't break free of Lycan's grasp. There was no hope for her. So what if she knew the truth about Nightshade. So what if she knew all of Lycan's crimes. She could never condemn him for what he's done. Not from inside this cage.

It was hopeless, all that was left was for her to sit here and wait for them to kill the life that was created by her and Angel's union. A life she'd fight so hard to protect but try as she might. She could not kill a King. She wasn't strong enough. She heard footsteps coming down toward the dungeon. The door opened and with it came a small amount of light provided by the torch in the werewolf's hand. This wolf, the white hair, the navy blue eyes. She knew him, Yule, one of Nikan's sons. He's the one Claire had a huge crush on.

"Here ugh," Yule showed her a plate of food. "I would like to open the cage and give you this. So don't attack me. If you do, I'll have to defend myself and I really don't like hitting women." A werewolf that doesn't hit women. He must not be one of Lord Grimm's werewolves. Last she checked, his werewolves loved putting women in their place.

"Oh really, I find that hard to believe." Raven glared at him. "You're married right? So how many times did you hit your wife before she decided to cater to your every whim?

"Actually," Yule placed the torch on the torch stand behind him. I've never hit my wife." He answered. "Not even when we were dating. I was allowed to if she ever spoke out of term. Werewolf code says I'm supposed to. But, I've never really followed those rules. So, are you going to let me give you this food or not?" She let out a sigh and he unlocked the cage and set the plate beside her. "You know, my father told me you asked him about the Elder."

"What of it, it's not like it helped me any." Raven took the plate from him. "It's not poisoned is it?"

"No, it's my food, Lycan wouldn't dare try to poison me. My father would kill him on the spot. Lycan might be strong but my father becomes insanely strong when it comes to protecting me. I don't know why he's that way he just is." Yule rose to his feet. "Anyway, I was only coming here because I remember a time where I asked my father about the Elder too. It's weird because no other werewolf really cared about Elder's existence. It's like, Lord Grimm just wanted us to forget she ever existed. Now that our Elder wants nothing to do with us. It actually hurts here," He pointed at his heart. "We should always strive to please our Elder, she created us and yet. It's like she doesn't want us anymore. She threw us away like garbage and I'm just supposed to ignore that pain and turn it into anger. But how can I when deep down, I feel like.We deserve to be abandoned by her. Just look at what's become of us." He let out a sigh. "What does it matter, it's not anything I say or do will change anything. I'm no one special."

"You're not like the other werewolves are you?" Raven took a piece of chicken off the plate and took a bite. To her surprise, it was actually pretty good for werewolf cooking. "Did you make this?" He nodded. "Wow, this is really good. No wonder you're married."

"Thanks," Yule smirked. "To answer your question. I'm nothing like the other werewolves. Sometimes, I wish I was." Yule's eyes glanced up at the ceiling. "My life would be a lot easier if I were. But to be honest, a lot of this world doesn't make sense to me. Why are we fighting the vampires? Why are we trying to rule over everything? Why isn't what we have enough? What's the point of it all? It just doesn't make sense and I try to ask these questions but when I do. They look at me like I'm stupid as if we do these things because we're supposed to. Like it's supposed to be wired into our brains but for some reason. I'm the only person who isn't brainwashed. My dad tells me, it's because I'm different that I don't think like they do. Because I don't, I'm seen as an outcast. So I got bullied a lot and because I wasn't like the others. I had to fight twice as hard to be seen." He forced a swallow. "I feel like I don't belong here, Like there's somewhere else I need to be. Some other role I need to fill but I don't know what it is. So I just pretend like I belong because it's better than feeling lost and confused."