Tied By The Moon | Editing

Chapter 17

Clenching my fists, I watched them as they interacted. Orion was engaged in a serious conversation with her, whilst Accalia kept laughing at random points, placing her hand on his shoulder and squeezing every now and then.

Yet, every time she did it Orion would shrug it off and give her a glare, telling her to respect he was her Alpha, and he had me. 

But that didn't stop her.

She knew I was watching her, she knew my eyes were piercing into her head like daggers. She knew she'd crossed the line.

But Orion wasn't worth my time.

Yes, he was my mate. And yes, I was supposed to love him. But he'd tested my spirit and pushed me down too many times to count, and he wasn't worth it anymore.

So with those thoughts, I turned and left the room, forcing myself to push back the urge to run back in there and rip Accalia right off of my chair.

But I didn't, because it wasn't worth it.

I was done trying to live up to his standards.

Instead, I headed over to the Oracle's house, hoping to have another session with her. I would ask about Alistair, and then my brother. The guilt of not caring about Alistair had been eating me up; how could I have just forgotten about him so easily?

"Alastrine, you're back." Marcos exclaimed, waving at me. 

I smiled back at him as Korrah stood up and took my hand, pulling me into a secluded part of the house. She ushered me down onto the floor, handing me a small drink of something. 

"What is it?" I asked, smelling it. 

She giggled, silver hair in pigtails that were bouncing around. She looked so young, do carefree and it was hard to believe the Moon had chosen her to be the Oracle at such a young age.

She told me to drink what she'd given me, which tasted like honey and ginger, and sat down after me with a bowl of shimmering silver water in her hands.

"The Moon's telling me there's something you wish to see." She said, a toothy grin on her face.

I had to admit, the room was a little creepy. With it's dimly lit ceiling and scarcely furnished interior, not to mention Korrah was smiling like she knew all my secrets.

I nodded at her as she took of the necklace around her neck and put it into the bowl, swirling it around like it was some ritual.

Which it probably was.

Suddenly, a shock wave of something went through the room and mist surrounded us. It was mist that took no form, yet Korrah didn't seem to be fazed like I was.

The body less mist gave me an uneasy feeling, and I found myself baring my teeth at them, warning them to stay away.

Korrah laughed beside me, her eyes now a silvery colour, the same as when she was in the vision. Yet now, I could tell I was in the presence of the Moon.

I bowed, fangs retracting as the Moon smiled through Korrah and told me to rise. Only once had I ever seen the Moon in person, only once when my brother and I had snuck into a scrying session with our father.

"Young female, what do you wish to see?" The Moon said.

What did I wish to see? I didn't even know myself. 

"Alistair, I want to see Alistair." I decided, my fingers fiddling with my shirt. 

The Moon stretched her hand into the form less mist and waved it around so the mist waa distorted, when she'd finished a picture of Alistair chained up to a wall faced me. 

I stepped forward, a hand going to my mouth as I saw the state he was in. It looked so real I called out his name, expecting him to hear me, but nothing came back.

"It's not real, just a reflection of the moon from a few days ago. But this is the him that you wanted to see." She said.

Alistair's body was littered with scars, bite marks, whip lashes, knife wounds anything and everything you could see on him. I could barely recognise him yet I knew it was him I was looking at.

I didn't even know I was crying till I felt the angry tears sliding down my cheeks. Sobs took over my body as I cried my heart out for him and his wolf. The Moon left me to it for a while, and her presence was comforting as it was supposed to be. I was glad when she put her hand on my shoulder and told me we had to continue.

All my sadness had been washed away with my tears, and now it was just anger I felt.

An anger that would only be diminished with the blood of his oppressor.

"Who did this to him?" I growled.

"Are you sure you want to-"

"Who did it?" I snapped.

The Moon flinched but nodded, her hand waving in the mist to show me. It seemed time went backwards in the room, until the Moon stopped her hand waving and another figure appeared in the mist. 

But by that time, I was already out the door.

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Sorry for the long wait and the cliffhanger again.

I was trying to rush and get this done, so I hope you like it. 

I'm sure all of you already know who's beating up Alistair, so put it in the comments.