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Book 8⌇30. Bitter Retribution

Chapter 30 ∣  Bitter Retribution

-Eris

I feel cold.

Something's been taken from me, but I don't know what.

Fragmented soul.

The demon still stirs within me, even while I attempt to block out everything else in this world. She's still here, fighting and taking control without me to even lift a finger to stop her. I'm stuck in my mind, a prisoner inside, and the only thing I can remember is his gray eyes.

No, not Keegan...but that person...he stopped her, even if it were for a second, I was connected, and my voice heard. He wanted to help, but I'm not sure how long it will be until I am free.

I just want my life back.

Inwardly, I cried, wanting to just die if this torment was going to persist much longer. Everything has been taken from me.

In the next moment, my eyelids fluttered open to stare up at a darkish stone ceiling. I noticed that the cold was coming from all around me, including the bed my body has been laying on. When I glanced to my right, sitting up in the process, bars blocked my view.

I'm in a cell.

Now I really am a prisoner.

Not just within my mind...

She must have been discovered during her evil plan to seduce and kill Maverick. It must have been that man, warning him of exactly what was happening. Finally, I had some type of voice, even if it wasn't my own, someone else knew everything.

The room's dull glow came from the furthest wall, lights littering the stone walls. I squinted, my vision becoming completely clear, and took my breath at what I saw.

I just didn't want to believe my eyes.

"H-Hendrix?" I breathed out carefully, watching his light brown hair lift at the sound of my voice. His eyes met with mine and he just stared at me, just like he had when we met on the street, just like he thought I must have been a ghost.

He now finally knew; I wasn't a ghost.

His body was beaten, bruised, and bloody the small amount of regeneration that werewolves had, just above a human but not nearly close enough to compare to a vampire was hindered. Hendrix was bleeding, his wrists in cuffs that were biting further into his flesh, leaving behind nasty wounds that would not heal properly.

He was breathing hard when he said, "I can't believe it's actually you."

"You...why would you? Why did you have me killed?" Whatever the man did was preventing the demon from surfacing as quickly as it had prior. I did have some control, and this was all me when I snarled, "I did nothing to you!"

Hendrix shook his head, his eyes still holding mine when he stated, "It's complicated."

"It's not complicated!" I yelled back, standing from the bed, my bare feet touching the cold stone floor, "You had Rainier kill me...for what? For Maverick choosing not to give his life? He atoned for his sins and wanted to be a better person. I made him a better person! Then you took my life away."

Hendrix went quiet for a moment, his breathing uneven, almost as though it pained him and struggled with responding to me. Maybe it was because he knew he was wrong or didn't want to admit his actions were unjust.

"I was ordered to kill Maverick's mate if he did not willingly give his own life to pay for his crimes against the werewolves community," Hendrix spoke truthfully, coughing in between sentences, "they wanted him to break, having his connection severed. He thought Maverick would die of grief from losing his mate...from losing you."