How well can you handle your heartbreak?
Heidi Filomena, a one-eyed werewolf with a golden heart, never thought that there would come a day when her beloved best friend would hate her. Now, she knew that living all alone without someone to lean on w...
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So, how are we going to help them? We've been here for—Ouch!
"What happened?"
These thorns prick my neck.
"Well," she sighed while I was busy rubbing my sore neck. "This is the right time to kill two birds with one stone. Okay, here it—"
Wait. What do you mean by 'to kill two birds with one stone'? We just want to help Killian.
"And, prove him that you can be a rightful Luna by his side. And, prove him that he's wrong all this time. And, prove that he is so childish to be like this. Well, that should be four birds then!" I could imagine a smirk plastered under her snout. "Ah! And, prove him that you guys have a happily-ever-after ending! Five birds!"
And, that topic. Again.
My mouth just kept shut, uttering a simple silent to respond her enthusiastic idea. My mind, however, was running in the background, telling me that it supported the idea of killing five birds with a stone. It showed some logical reasons to succumb to Selena's idea; probably, by helping him, and somehow we won, he would thank me, and probably, repaired what was broken between us. And, suppose we lost, he would probably still thank me for all effort I gave, and probably, reduced the stiffness between us.
But, you could never believe on somehow and probabilities.
My heart thumped under my chest harshly, begging me not to follow the foolish idea of my mind. Instead of rooting for Selena, it shoved me some counter probabilities that might happen when I stepped my foot on the war zone. The feeling of getting lost in the war and Killian yelled at me furiously sent some jolts of fear to the entire parts of my body. Probably, Killian would be mad since I was just a baggage, not some miracle from heaven that could save the whole pack. Probably, he would just flip me off like usual, or even more if somehow we won.
But, again. You could never believe on somehow and probabilities.
But, suddenly, the idea of helping Killian seemed like a total joke.
What really possessed me to beg Bertha for this?
Sel, can we please think about it again? Because you see, I don't train at all, and maybe, I'm just going to be a burden to them.
"What are you saying? You don't have to fight them. You can be a small help! See those people in need of first aid? Well, let's be a dear Luna and help them! Yaay!"
My eye trained on the pack warriors who were fighting like they were about to die in any moment, without caring that the blood kept oozing from their open wounds. My knees immediately buckled as if my body was suddenly too heavy enough that they gave up to support. The lump started fighting its way to go out from the narrow pipe in my throat, as well as the killer headache that got the whole world spinning.
