Chapter 34

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We rounded the corner of the hall. Trying to search for something besides stone and darkness. Light, coming from yet another hallway glowed.

"Vicky?" I whispered, trying not to be heard or noticed of anyone was around.

"Yes?" She whispered back.

"I think we found something." I turned to the room where the light was coming from. Angie was tied up. She had this horrified look on her beautiful face.

"Whats wrong?" I asked her. The question was obviously retorical at the moment because she had a cloth shoved in her mouth. "It's ok, we are here now. Vicky, help me untie her." I pointed to the rope holding Angie's hands and tugged at it, trying to free them.

Angie screamed as I looked to where her horrific noises and facial expressions were turned towards. She was moving up and down. Tears beginning to burn down her cheeks.

I took out my sword, ready to battle, yet another war. Victor had a silver blade. I had an Oak one. I was determined to win this time, yet again. But this time, i would get the prize i had come for.

Swinging left and right, grazing the backs of Victor's hands. Blood dripped from his palms. Sweat and exaustion took over my body, but i wasn't finished with what i started. We kept battling and fighting for what seemed like decades. Then, finay, he dropped.

I spun around, almost falling until i stumbled to Angie. All of a sudden, i felt this sharp pain. And lights went out.

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Angie's Pov.

"MICAH NOOOO!" I screamed in fright. Fear took over my body. I grabbed the Oak sword from micah's hands and stabbed Victor faster than he could see. I jabbed the blade so many times, i lost count. My hands, shaking, i dropped the blade and ran next to Micah's side. Tears, still rolling down my cheek from before when Victor had appeared. Thank god he's dead.

"Micah, no no no no no. Micah, wake up. Wake up god damn it. Stop playing..." my voice broke. I lay my head on his chest, sobbing.

"I'll go tell them the news" Vicky said in a low, saddened voice.

I didn't understand. Why would God do this to me? To him? To the pack? Now how was I supposed to learn about the good and bad things of a wherewolf? What they can, can't, should, and shouldn't do? This was a disaster. I can't believe it. I won't believe it.

My boyfriend is dead. And it's all because of me.

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