"She deserves to be destroyed!"
The thought bounced around Dime's skull endlessly, as it had been for the past two weeks. The horror and disgust of that night had not yet left him. That foul, onyx skinned, smoking beast had taken everything he thought his sister was and destroyed it.
The worst part was that she still looked like his sister, most of the time. When she had stepped into that apartment, a kitchen knife thrust out before her, she looked healthy. Skeptical and scared, perhaps, but who wouldn't have been after so much had happened?
There had been confusion for him, too. Her frizzy mess of black hair had been the only unkempt thing about her. Beneath the crust of snow from the snow outside, she had looked stronger than she had before the accident, her arms rippling subtly with a muscle she had never possessed before. Not at all like someone who had been asleep in a coma for a month, sustained only by the drip fed food and tubes of a hospital, and later, the physical therapy he'd been told she needed just to walk again.
And the apartment had baffled him too. He had expected it to be empty, undisturbed, dusty. But instead it had been used. The kitchen was a mess, and each couch had been rumpled from being slept on. What reason would anyone have had to enter his home? The only reasonable thought was that Theo had been awake for longer than Vsev said, but that made no sense either.
Why hide her?
Of course, she certainly had to be awake longer than Dime had thought, because she was clearly responsible for the Cambell girls disappearance and subsequent death. A wave of guilt crashed over him at the thought of how dismissive he'd been of her father. Then, the disgust at his sister's actions crashed over that.
The human was one thing. A horribly gruesome act to witness. But worse was feeling what he had as she had cut down his pack members. All fourteen deaths that had occurred that night, he felt. He had listened to their cries of pain, their calls for their mothers, their fear. Every moment of it was agony to him, and it was only stopped by the brother with the blade.
The brother... that baffled him too. He had saved those who lay dying on the battlefield by striking the winning blow. And yet, he had suggested Dime go find his wretched sister, and then grown angry when he refused and spoke the truth of their dire circumstances.
He had no respect for the man that could defend her. There was no reasonable defense of the monster she had become. Not even from himself, who loved her more than anyone else in the world did.
The tears came unbidden then, flowing freely down his cheeks as he shrank to the floor next to his bed in the Morozov mansion. He wept for all that had been lost, and all that he remembered.
The phone rang.
He ignored it until it stopped ringing, but just as he bowed his head in silence again, it rang again. Frustration bubbled in him, and between it and the quiet sobs he had begun to stifle, he felt ill. He picked up the phone and swiped the pickup button.
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War In Embers - A Lycans Story
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