Blessed By The Moon

Chapter 46

What happened last night.

Echo's POV:

I collapsed onto the mattress like it was a trapdoor, my body burning with fatigue I hadn't even realized I'd been carrying. The day had been endless, a blur of noise and motion, and now that it was over, all I wanted was to vanish into darkness. But sleep... sleep wouldn't come. Not yet. Not while my blood still roared in my veins like a storm that refused to break.

I clenched my fists, feeling the ache in my knuckles as my anger coiled tighter and tighter inside me. Every inch of my body screamed, hot and raw, and I could feel the surge, the pulse of it, the way it throbbed behind my eyes. My rage wasn't just anger anymore. It had grown, evolved into something darker, something uncontrollable, a force that threatened to swallow me whole.

Storm. The thought hit me first, sharp as a dagger. I could see him clearly in my mind, and my teeth ground together. How dare he? How dare he think he can manipulate everyone around him, treat us like chess pieces, and expect us to bend to his will?

How dare he make me fall in love with him again and then betray me?

How dare he threaten me?

 My chest tightened at the thought. Every memory of the day, every betrayal pulsed like a drumbeat in my skull.

And then there were my friends. Gem, kind and unpredictable, always trying to keep me tethered when I teetered on the edge. Kaiden, steady, unyielding, though even he couldn't always reach me. And the others... Jenny, Jordan, even Uriah, all of them caught in the wake of the storm that was Storm. 

I should have felt comforted thinking of them, of the way we fought, survived, leaned on each other. But instead, it ignited something sharper, more dangerous. My anger wasn't just personal. It was collective, a tidal wave aimed at everything and everyone who had dared to make me feel powerless.

I could feel it then, that old, familiar burn, that pulse in my blood that told me I was no longer just angry. I was furious. I was unhinged. 

I couldn't sleep.

I'll kill them all.

The ugly thought snuck into my brain again, the one I had before I blocked all of my memories in order to survive.

My body trembled with it, small spasms running up my arms and legs, my fists curling and unclenching over and over as if trying to squeeze something tangible out of the air. My vision blurred. My thoughts scattered. 

Rage built in layers inside me, each one heavier than the last.

I'll kill them all.

And then I felt it. something primal. A shift beneath my skin, a raw hunger of power that had nothing to do with reason or sense. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. I could feel my mind unraveling, threads of sanity stretching thin and fraying, twisting into shapes I couldn't recognize.

I tried but couldn't calm myself down, not tonight. 

Tonight, the rage was all I had. 

Tonight, I let it drive me mad.

Tonight, I let it devour me entirely.

Everything went black, and I felt my body move by itself, like I'm sleepwalking in a nightmare.