The Revenge Of A Lycan | On Hold

10 | outbursts

"Maybe I would have  been softer to someone else. Maybe it was because all of me wanted to go easy on him, that I overcompensated and came out as extremely rude."

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10 | outbursts

*Fleur London*

My heart broke as I realised that I truly had no choice but to overlook my morals.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, almost breaking into a sob, as I lifted up the knife I had hidden in my purse.

"I promise I didn't have a choice." I said as I aimed and threw the knife towards him.

The moment that knife left my hand, he turned around and caught it with ease. 

On seeing this, my eyes widened in horror and a gasp escaped my lips. I was shocked. Although I know that he is a really skilled werewolves with impeccable skills, I was shocked that he caught the knife. Why?

Because this wasn't an ordinary knife. It was a Royal Knife of our family. 

It was gifted to my great grandfather by moon goddess herself after he completed a set of impossible tasks. Total 5 Royal weapons were gifted— a sword, a knife, a sai, a spear and a scythe. Each one of them had a special power— and that was that no werewolf in this world can dodge it if it is thrown by a member of the royal family at them. No werewolf can be an exception to it. These royal weapons are one of the reasons that our pack rose to such a high position. 

So that fact that he caught the knife with such an ease, astonished me. 

I gulped and took a step back. Is he not a werewolf? We thought maybe he's just some super skilled werewolf.

He surely is not a werewolf. Then, what is he?

The words who are you were at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them. I am sure he won't answer me. If anything, he'll know that I know. I cannot let that happen. There's nothing worse than exposing all your cards to the enemy before he has even shown one.

"A knife?" He asked, the tone of his voice was strange. The fact that I couldn't see his expressions made understanding his emotions even more difficult.

I stayed silent. Let's let him do some talking. 

"You want to hurt me that bad?" he asked in an unreadable manner.

"Yes." 

"Why?"

"Because I hate you." I said, passion burning in my veins. "It is because of you that my pack is a mess right now. My warriors are doubting themselves and their capabilities because they couldn't catch you. We are neglecting everything because our prime concern has become chasing you. All of my pack members have started doubting the safety of this pack. And lastly, everyone is questioning me. My abilities, my powers and even my credibility is being questioned. All because you think this is a joke! Going to and fro between a pack, messing things up, not cooperating with me even after I've asked a hundred times— just because you can!"

My breathing was labored by the time I finished what I had wanted to say. 

I had thought I would feel after having said everything I had wanted to say. But I didn't. I felt worse if anything. 

I felt worse because a part of me still wanted to understand him instead of shunning him. I wanted to be there for him, to help him. Maybe that was my inner Alpha, wanting to bring comfort to everyone.