Perfect Hell (Book 1) - COMPLETED! (editing in process!)

Chapter Forty

The Perfect Hell

Chapter 40

Felicia's POV

My parents have always told me that I have it better in Canada than I would have back in our country. They always told me that I'm lucky and should be grateful for their sacrifices. To an extent, I am grateful but I don't consider myself to be lucky. I live in a different culture than when my parents were my age in their country. I didn't have to wake up at sunrise each day and sleep at midnight each night. I didn't have to do chores before I left for school and I don't have quite as many chores as they did when they were young. I live in the city well I live closer to the city downtown than my parents. It's always fast and ongoing and tiring. My parents lived in the country side where it's more peaceful and quiet even if it is far from school or the nearest big city.

I envy that. The peacefulness and quiet of the country. The seclusion and the space. The city is nothing like that. I despise it.

I want a big maroon house in the country side. Perhaps 30 minutes or less away from a city. I want a large yard with tall beautiful old oak trees that protect me from the fast paced world outside my home. I want a dog to cuddle and cherish. I want children running around in my front yard before I have to call them in for dinner. I want a husband, the man of my life, to hug me from behind and leave a trail of kisses on my neck while I wash the dishes. Yes, I'm naive but that's what I want and that is what I am aiming for.

I remember saying that at the beginning of my adventure. My journey for freedom and happiness away from the life I lived before I moved to Toronto. 

My life is different now. Different from the life I wanted when I first started out my journey. A life that I never knew existed and I never knew I was a part of. 

I was only 17 years old when everything began to dramatically change for me. I've changed as an individual to someone incredibly different. Someone who knew that this life isn't all bubbles, flowers and shooting stars. Life was cruel. There was a lot of vengeance, hatred and death in this world. So much death. It didn't really hit me until I was standing besides Colas's body at the pack house. 

Colas. My little reminder of the love I first had when I was younger. My little reminder of how I first encountered this werewolf world. My little reminder of hope and youth and love on this horrific world. Now, he was gone. Colas. The brown-blonde headed little boy with glowing blue eyes who was the reason why Daniel and I got together was gone from this world. 

I crossed my arms on top of his coffin and wept loud and clear. My first son was already taken away from me. Even though, he was not of my blood. I loved this adorable little boy as if he were my own flesh and blood. Colas was a part of me, and when his bond broke from me. My heart had shattered and it was still trying to fit the broken pieces together. 

When Poison had taken Vince and I out into the outer parts of Calgary, she planned to keep us fighting for a long while so she could run back to our house and take what she thought was rightfully hers. She wanted Raver. She never knew that both Vince and I would shift into our werewolf forms, but she used that as her advantage because our wolves wanted to attack the threat which was each other and not Poison. 

Poison had gotten back to our house right when everyone was waking up and meeting in the living room and kitchen for breakfast. She smellt Raver in my room and leapt up to the window. Colas had been just about to leave the room when Poison entered and attempted to take Raver. Colas fought back with all he could. He didn't know how to use the mind link fully well yet and was unable to contact Daniel, Deryk or Richard. Being small, my brothers had also thought he was playing aorund in the room and didn't care to check up on him. My parents were already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all. 

Poison had mercilessly attacked Colas. She spared him no hope or chance to live. She had initially disliked him, and I was witness to that when I first met her and Colas at the pack house. Colas stayed alive long enough for Daniel to wonder where he was and come to my room. Only to find, Poison striking Colas one last time before Colas's body gave up and she vanished through the bedroom window with my little Raver. 

Richard and Deryk had followed her, but somehow she had managed to get away. Her scent vanished almost immediately after they caught a whiff of her. Not only did I lose one son to death, but I lost my other son through kidnap. I swear I am going to murder Poison when I regain my strength and train enough to control my wolf and shift whenever I wanted. 

Vince walked up besides me with Danciella in his arms. She leaned over to see Colas's body. She turned away and wept on his shoulder. Colas and Danciella were truly mates, I was asolutely sure about that now. But at a young age, both Colas and Danciella lost each other to uncontrollable forces of nature. Mom reached out to take Danci from Vince and calm her down. 

"Ichay," Vince began. 

I remained quiet. I was upset with him. I know I'm being unreasonable by being upset with something he was unable to control, but I still was mad at him. 

Poison had managed to get into Vince's room at night and taunted him at night during his sleep. He heard the strange angelic voice in his dreams which said he had every right to be angry at me for everything I was not able to control. Soon, that anger rose and that was when Poison was able to use him to her full potential. Vince's wolf listened to Poison entranced with her voice and attacked me. 

"I'm sorry," he said. He stared down at Colas's still paling body.

We would soon have to place him outside. Werewolf bodies decay much faster than human bodies. Within a day, Colas would become dust in the wind. He would be part of his mother and father again. They would become a family in heaven. 

Vince placed his arm on top of mine. He didn't need to say a lot for me to begin to treat him as my brother again. I was not capable of holding grudges especially on my family. I faced my brother and leaned in letting out the sobs I wanted to release.

He gently rubbed my back without saying a word and kissed the top of my head while Daniel and Richard took Colas out of his coffin and brought him outside.