Her Heart's Whisper

CHAPTER 3

The chills of the coldness that death brings clung to my body. It was almost like a second skin. The stench of the dead hanging thick and heavy in the air. The scavengers already at war with each other. Fighting for a piece of the already decaying bodies. The very same people who will have no place in the purity of the Moon. Their souls are stained with their filth. It will never be removed. Never would she accept them. They will never have a place in her. Their souls will never attain salvation.

I have grown accustomed to the war raging between the packs. Alpha Craig wanting to expand his pack. Trying to get as close to the boundaries of the neighbouring packs as he can. The fight to increase his filthy empire. The fight for power. For dominance.

Once again I was sent to spend the night with one of the rogue wolves. All in the hopes that they know the secrets of the neighbouring packs. Secrets that could give way to the erection of Alpha Craig’s filthy empire. He clearly didn’t understand how to form alliances between packs. Therefore resorting to wicked trickeries. What else would anyone expect from such a low man? He clearly lacked the courage and intelligence to lead. However Luna Beth on the other hand. She was made to lead. But to lead a bunch of whores to hell.

Today was one of the days when I had expected her to show those rogues her wrath. But she stood there watching them helplessly. Watching emotionlessly as greedy jaws crunched down on their jaws, blood flooding out. Tainting our land. Tainting our land with the blood of our people. The very same people who were just as bad as their Alpha pair. But still, they did not deserve to die. 

I still remember how they always followed her orders. Followed her orders to inflict pain on me. Sometimes physically, other times emotionally. Not bothering about me. Not bothering about my wounds. Not bothering about my emotions. Constantly taunting me. Constantly fighting me with their disgusting words. Flinging them at me like swords. Burning me with their stares. Never helping me in any sort of way.

Once I got my wolf, never did they bother about whether I had clothes to cover up my scrawny ribs. Yet they’d block their children’s eyes when I’d walk around the pack, bare. Telling them not to look at my scars. Not to look at the burn marks from their cigarette butts. Not to look at scars from their chains. Not to look at the tears formed by their hands. Telling them never to empathise with me. Never to sympathise. Never allowing me to play with their pups. But today those very same pups are dying. Right in front of their eyes. Their tiny eyes open for the last time to see their slaughterers before they are sent to the moon.

I could have protected them. I would have protected them. I would have traded my life for theirs. But once again the silver chains shroud my wrists. Bind my feet together. Shackle my bare chest to the cold pole. The silver burning it’s impression onto my tainted skin. The silver chains binding my neck to the pole, making it difficult to breath. That’s what she wants. The cries sharp and loud roared in the air. My eyes collide with her little green ones. The tears in her eyes never stopping. She can barely keep them open. The full-sized wolf getting closer to her. Each step getting louder than the last. Slow. Loud. Deliberate.

Hovering over her undersized frame.  No. Please. Don’t take her. Take me. NO. She’s just a child. She has her whole life ahead of her. She needs to become something. She can be our saviour. She can become the pack doctor. Or our healer. Please. No. I beg. The leftovers from their meal churning in my stomach. Threatening to make it's way way up my oesophagus.

Letting out a long menacing growl, his claws swipes at her neck. One smooth motion and she’s gone. I will forever remember how her soft, tender hands felt on my skin. My first kiss. Never will I forget the gentle kiss that she placed on my cheek. She was the only person in this pack to ever bring me happiness. Even if it was for just a moment. It is a moment that I will always cherish. Forever. Till the day that I meet the moon. My Goddess.

The pain is too much. I’m not sure whether it’s the emotional pain or the physical pain anymore. But it’s just too much. I can’t take it any longer. But I need to know what’s going to happen with the other little ones in the pack. Will Luna Beth fight the rogues or is she just going to let them have our lands? Why aren’t our enforcers here? They were supposed to fight to keep the pups safe. To keep everyone safe. What-what- is going-

The darkness finally parting, making way for the light. My eyes slowly fluttering open. The stink of death is still hanging in the air. More pronounced than earlier. More nameless, lifeless bodies litter the floor. The scavengers look as if they never left. Filling their bellies to the brim. They look like oversized chickens. Their skinny feet look like they'd give out if they attempt to fly. In the same way that I feel like I'd give out. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally.

I don't know how long it's been ever since I passed out. The last thing I remember is the little girl. I don't know the position of our pack. I don't know whether a new leadership will reign. Almost the entire pack is dead. From the looks of it, the Alpha pair didn't do anything to save them. Every time when I think that it's my time to meet the moon, it never happens. The moon's blessings are with me. I will meet my mother. I will meet my mate. This makes me happy. But I still mourn the loss of the little girl.

Finally, I see a few of the mourning pack members walking past me. I recognise the greying man. He's one of the regulars. One of them sinful wolves who will never attain salvation. Ever. Who will never receive a spot in the serenity of the moon. Never feel the warmth of her. He will never be blessed by her. Never receive her love.

The thoughts of what he did to me sending shivers down my spine. I can never forget how merciless he was. I remember how he shoved the iron rods in me. Each one of them. Making me bleed for days whilst I still had to douse their desires. Each one of them. Every moment of every night. The sheets turning a deeper, darker shade of red with every torturous moment.

Never will I be able to forget the torture that I have to endure on these lands. Never will I forget the journey to my mate. But he will understand my desperation to meet him. To meet my mother. To be cuddled in his strong, protective arms. He will keep me safe. Keep me happy forever. He would tell me that I am his world. That I am his soul. That now that he found me, he's never going to let me go. He will whisk me away every single night. He will tell our pups the story of my journey to him. He will admire my every scar. My every wound. He will speak tall and wide of my strengths. Of my qualities. Of my love. My love for him. Only him.

I will never show them how excited I am to meet my mate someday. They would discover new ways to hurt me. New ways to break me. New ways to stop me. They will never know. They will never know how much I don't want to go another day without my mate. They will never know anything. I have learned to conceal my happiness. To conceal my feelings. But I'll save it all for my mother. And for my precious mate. The only two people I'll ever let see the real me. The untainted me. The purest me...