Regis (Parts I & II)

Chapter 2-Rune

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Rune

I cry out in pain as I press the knife down and drag it over the sensitive part of my forearm. The pain is blinding and brings a wave of nausea but I swallow hard, pushing it away. Blood drips like a faucet from my arm, falling into the bathtub under me. I stare at it for a moment, wondering if this is what my father felt. Did he feel any pain? Was it a slow, merciless death?

I won't ever get that answer, will I? He's gone and I don't even know if he was in pain his last few moments. I won't get to see him everyday, cracking jokes and loving the entire pack as I we were all related. I won't get to high five him every time I bring down another large game, or have him show me how to be a great Alpha. Tears spring in my eyes, fall down my cheeks. Without even caring to wipe them or the blood continually dripping down my arm, I climb out of the bathtub and hobble over to the mirror above the sink.

My reflection catches my eyes and I'm not even shocked by what I see because I look exactly how I feel. Like literal crap. My eyes are puffy from crying so much, and the bags under my eyes could carry a family of five across Texas. My natural complexion is what I would call wonder bread white, but the lack of sun I've been receiving these past fews days has helped further whiten my already white complexion to what one would call paper. Don't even get me started on my unruly head of curls. They are so weighed down by now with grease and dirt for three days of no shower that I should be ashamed. He would be ashamed.

Taking a moment, I splash cold water on my face, rubbing hard enough to bring color back into my cheeks.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to die. If I had been doing my job like I was supposed to be, I would have been able to stop that blood sucker. I failed at protecting my pack, and I especially failed at protecting my father.

Tears spring to my eyes but they don't fall. I don't let them.

My alpha, my dad, died and it's all my fault. That damned bloodsucker made it into the pack without my noticing and struck. His sole intention was to kill my father, to end his life. Why, though?

My father was a reasonable Alpha and he always lead with the determination to let his pack have an easy, loving life. He did everything in his power to protect this pack, to make sure every cub went to sleep safely and their parents could relax knowing their pack and children are safe. My father was the type of Alpha-No, person in general, that everyone loved. He was kindhearted, patient, and was sensible in his ways of running his pack. Why did he have to die?

Leaning on the sink for support, I grip the counter. My thoughts are running haywire, and my emotions are so far gone at the moment that I can't think properly. My thoughts haven't been in the right place in a few days. Why him? He didn't deserve any of it. He was the nicest person you will ever meet. Why him?

~*~

A couple of hours later I wake up to the sound of my door opening. I don't look up because I know who's there, and honestly, seeing that someone is at the bottom of my 'Give a Shit' list.

It doesn't take long before my curtains are thrown open and bright light enters my room, blinding me. I throw an arm over my head, groaning, "Get out."

A low growl leaves her lips and she breaths deeply. She's mad. "It has been two weeks, Rune. This-this whatever is happening is not healthy."

"I don't need this right now." I groan, rolling out of bed. As I get up, I hear her gasp.