Silver

Chapter Thirty-Three: Escape

There were so many thoughts and doubts that were going through me that I didn't know which to prioritize first.

Although, seeing Lucius' home and our prison burn away, I knew we were at least on the right track.

"Ariel?" Leon whispered, and I turned to look up at him. "Are you okay?"

Am I okay?

I wanted to scoff at that question but even then, I couldn't sum up the energy to do so. Not only because I was physically exhausted, but because I was emotionally drained too.

Everything that happened to us in the past years was horrendous. The torture and mind games that Lucius and his father rained on us were never-ending. I thought it couldn't get any worse than that but I was dead wrong.

The past month til now were the worst days of my life. It was pure utter hell.

As I watched our prison burn away, I knew we gained an advantage but for some reason, I couldn't muster up any energy to feel any sort of emotions. Not even an ounce of excitement.

"Put me down Leon," I said, ignoring his question. I didn't have the energy to come up with a lie to placate him, not that he would even believe me in the first place. Answering him was pointless. He hesitated for a second before doing what I asked him to do.

"Ariel?" Scotty asked, and I can hear the unspoken question in his voice. What now?

I nodded before turning to the other wolves who have just finished putting on their clothes. 
Seeing that everyone was nearly ready, I started fishing in the pockets of my dress for the pages that I stashed during my fight with Scar-man.

It seemed that though I lost my Silver wolf, I still had the ability to keep my clothes on after shifting from wolf form to human.

I clenched the pages of the spell book in my hands, trying to reel in my emotions. Maybe I wasn't so emotionally dead after all.

"Ariel?" Orion asked, reaching for my hand. "Your eyes."

I put my hand up, before releasing a slow breath, forcing myself to remain calm. Orion stopped reaching out to me.

Though I don't know much about the crimson wolf, I knew one thing for sure. It thrived on my emotions, especially my negative ones.

"I'm okay," I said and I meant it, slowly feeling like myself again.

I looked down at the pages of the spell book, shuffling to find the correct one. Each page of the book had a spell and I currently had three pages in my hand. Six spells in total and that was enough for now.

"There's no words on the page," Cameron stated, sounding a little worried. I wondered if he thinks I lost my marbles.

"Shut up," Scott shot back in my defence before I could get a word out. "She knows what she's doing."

I couldn't believe that he of all people would defend me, considering what I did to him and the others. The fresh scar running down on his face was ugly, but knowing that I was the one that caused it, was the nail to the coffin. How could he ever trust me again?

"I trust you," he said, as if he just read my mind. My eyes clashed with his bright green ones."No matter what, I trust you Angel."

The words may have been softly spoken, but it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Me too," Arlo said, and I took a sharp breath in when that was echoed throughout the group.