Demon Wolf

3

She's dead. He can very much see it. The silver knife sticking out of her chest is enough proof for himself that she's gone.

It hurts him to think that the only girl he's ever cared for is gone, never going back. Forever.

He never even realize the tears that's falling from his eyes. He almost crawl towards her, his knees aren't functioning well.

"M-Margaux.." he called out to her but there's no response, she isn't even breathing. He reached for her hand cluthing it tightly as he weep. He clutched her hand to his chest as he keeps muttering her name over and over to himself, rocking back and forth while crying.

He didn't link anyone for he knows that no one will care whether she's dead or not.

He cradled her body to his weeping on her neck, her fragile body almost weigh like a feather to him. It sickened him that his own pack members did this to her, they've starve her to death, beat her 'til she's black and blue, treated her worse than they treated rogues. They pushed her into doing this to herself.

The sweet scent of her blood, mixed with the sickly smell of silver almost made him gag. His eyes travelled down her scrawny body and he can't but cringe at the sight of her. Bruises covering most of her skin, her lip busted, a wound on her forehead, and a long gash on her arm. He lifted her shirt and choked at the sight of her. More tears runs down in his cheeks as the sight of her protruding ribs welcome him with a very ugly bruise covering most of her stomach.

"What have they done to you Margaux?" He choked to himself as he ran his thumb down her cheeks. His tears flowing down his cheeks dropping down on her very pale skin, almost ghostly.

He'll never got a chance to pay his dept to her.

He partly blamed himself bacause he didn't help her enough, he didn't save her like she saved him. What he did will never be enough. She's one of the reason why he's still breathing, and she's one of the reasons why he wants to live his life after everything that has happened to him.

Sure he give her food every time he didn't saw her in the dining room when its meal time, which happens to be most of the time but its still not enough. Yes, he stops her own brother from hurting her every time he's around but he can't be around her all the time he has his own duties to fulfill.

And then there's Morgan, her own twin sister who always beat the shit out of her, shamed her everywhere, treat her like she was never her sister, like they never shared the same blood. She blamed her for their parents death. He guessed it was one of the million reasons why she stopped studying because Morgan will everything to make her life miserable. He can't make Morgan to stop hurting Margaux, she has Xander wrap around her tiny filthy finger.

But he made sure to protect Margaux whenever he's around her, he promised that to her and to himself.. 

But this time he failed her.

He stared at the knife on her chest, he imagined the pain it had caused and he bet it was nothing compared to the physical and mental pain they have caused her.

Still staring at the knife and without thinking, he gripped the handle. He smelled it before he felt it, the burning of his own flesh as it made contact with the silver. He hissed as the pain slowly registered to him. The pain of losing Margaux must've been numb him to feel any physical pain. He hissed and stared at his slowly healing flesh.

'This will take days to heal'. He thought.

He look around for something to cover the handle, and what he found was a thing he wasn't even expecting to find here.

On her dresser was his own handkerchief he gave her when he found her crying at the back of their school. It was folded neatly beside their family picture that was taken six years ago.

He immediately get it and a sad smile form in his lips. He covered his good hand with the cloth and quickly pulled the knife out of her chest.

She gasp.

"What. The. Fuck?"

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A short unedited filler chapter that I'll be updating soon.