Lena Whittemore

Wednesday (continued) (Lena's POV)

"I'm very disappointed in you Lena," a familiar voice says.

Alistair.

"I can't believe you left me like that, I thought we had something special," he says.

He sounds closer.

I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn't make a difference to the darkness.

"Don't listen to him Lena," Ryan says.

"I also can't believe you leave me for him. Ryan Bishop, Mr. Responsible," he scoffs, "please."

I shouldn't be so scared, I shouldn't be clinging onto Ryan like this, like some scared helpless little girl.

I'm stronger than this.

I let go of Ryan.

"No, don't," he says and grabs me back.

"I'm not a coward Ryan, I know what I'm doing," I say.

"You're going to hurt yourself Lena, let me deal with this," he says in my head.

"He wants me Ryan, I should deal with it," I say back.

"Damn it Lena! No, I'm not going to let him take you away from me, not again!"

I know I can't convince him, so I let him go and try to find my way to the island counter where I left the cake.

"Lena, why don't you come back home so we can be together again. This time we'll go somewhere far away, like Spain or something, I could give you everything," Al says.

He has no idea what's he's talking about.

I wonder how this turned from trying to help Scott by pretending to be his Luna to becoming a powerful Alpha's mate and belonging with my lover from past lives. My life is totally screwed up, but this time it wasn't all my fault. Half of it was the universe and half of it was me.

I finally find the cake pan and grip it securely.

"Fine, I'll go with you if you can find me," I say.

"Lena, what are you doing," Ryan asks.

"Something I should've done a long time ago," I mutter.

I going to kick his ass.

I feel warmth on the back of my neck.

"Lena, I'm here," Al's voice says.

I chuckle and turn around. He has no idea.

I raise the pan and smash it on his head so hard. I back away until I bump into something hard, which is the counter I'm guessing.

"Ryan," I call out.

"I'm here," He says.

I follow his voice and end up in his arms.

"We need to get out of here," he says, "Jackson?"

"Still here," he says.

I feel another set of hands touch my back and jump, afraid that it's Al.

"It's just me," Jackson's voice says.

I sigh in relief.

Light illuminates the room...from Ryan's hands.

"You couldn't have done that earlier," Jackson asks.

Ryan just shrugs and looks around.

"Where is he," he asks.

I look around on the floor and see no unconscious body, just the broken pan and cake all over the floor, and maybe a lot of blood.