To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

A Cursed Wolf

{Felicity's POV (unedited)}

I was standing in the open field where grass surrounded me, where the wind blew softly on my face as my hair flew, while I stood there silently.

Happy? No. I was wearing a black dress, a dress he used to love on me. I was standing there, as tears drowned my face, feeling the hollowness in my heart, as my wolf had blocked connection from me, ever since he died.

My mate. He's gone.

He's gone? He's never coming back. He's never going to hold me when I'm feeling down, he's never going to share my joy, he's never going to be here, standing beside me. He's never going to come back. To his mate.

His body, was now in a glass coffin with his eyes closed, and he still has the faint smile plastered on his face. Doesn't he know I'm hurting?

Lycans around me mourned for the loss of their mates, both male and female. Here, I was standing, doing nothing but just watching my surroundings, doing nothing again.

Last time I went against his word, he left me. He didn't just leave me, he's just not coming back to me, to embrace me.

Just yesterday, everything was perfect. We were walking around the stream of water, the sun setting behind the mountains, water flowing, the beautiful scenery. He was taking me on a date.

I walked towards his coffin, slowly. Just to check if all of this was a horrible joke by my mate, as he was trying to see my reaction, about how much I loved him.

I reached the glass box, as I eyed the coffin. He was sleeping soundly, happily. I kneeled down to match the height of the coffin, as I put my head on the glass box, where his chest was.

I listened for a pulse. I tried to feel a pulse.

"Nothing..." I told my self.

I sobbed harder, letting my tears flow from my eyes, not caring about myself.

Someone touched me on my shoulder. Was it him? I tried to feel. There was no sparks. It isn't him.

I looked behind weakly, my energy draining from me as I felt weaker as each second passed by.

A man who looked just like me, but with crimson eyes, stared at me with pity and sadness.

"It's your chance to speak for him." he whispers softly.

I shook my head, softly. I didn't want to see him go from me. He might still be alive, he could be alive!

My uncle somehow convinced me to speak, so I walked slowly towards the stage, my tears still flowed, still sobbing.

I held my hands, clasped against my chest, bending my back, the hair drooped on my face as I looked down, thinking about him.

I walked on top of the stairs, as people made way for me to the mic.

This time, I wasn't standing here proudly, announcing the victory of the pack, wanting to feel the cheers and happiness from everyone. We might have won, but we lost many souls too.

I was standing here, trying to reach out to my mate, to let him listen to my words.

Debating with my self as I stood on stage, I finally spoke. My voice wasn't the same, hard spoken, wanting to debate, nothing. It was soft little girl, who wants something she can't ever get, but still prays that she would get it someday. I wasn't speaking for the pack, I was speaking for him.