Lost in Worlds

Caleb's Diary 2

Her heart had been thundering, brewing a storm, as the Bloody Queen had spoken. She had no right to call her a daughter or friend of hers. Her power had most likely been the thing to stop everything in its tracks. Soldiers had their weapons half lunging, the Pack wolves growing silently, blood not trickling and stopped mid-air.

She explored the bodies around her, some wounded, some dead, one her mate. She ignored him, not bothering to flip him off as she strode past. She knew she would be teasing him for the way his tongue lolled out of his mouth, making his wolf appear ruthless, like a desperate, horny animal.

Allowing to mercifully take a break, she slumped next to the guard her mate had slaughtered and put a hand against his chest only to find a weak, fading pulse. Not out of romanticism, but out of care. A cough and some spluttered blood layer, followed by "I don't think your mate would be okay with us holding hands."

Avery flinched, then chuckled. "You're still conscious."

"Barely."

"Good. When you're dead my mate can join you in hell."

The guard shifted only to give out a low groan of pain. "What makes you think I'm going to hell?"

Avery looked him in the eyes, incredulous. "You served a narcissistic, manipulative Queen your whole life."

"For good reason."

She snorted. "What's your excuse?"

"You're angry with me."

"No shit, Sherlock. There are better ways of fighting the enemy than becoming one of them."

"Such as?"

"Standing up." She stood up, turning away from him. "Fighting back." She imitated a punch, staring into the rising sun. The night over with the war still going; this would make strategy difficult. She looked back to the wounded guard. "I thought you of all people would understand that."

"You always were a good person."

"I barely know you."

The guard ignored this and rolled over onto his side. She assumed it were to put pressure off his severe injuries. "I wouldn't say that."

It had taken Avery this long to realise the blood oozing from his leg had dried up, in fact, nothing remained of the injury. She admitted he looked paler, like fine snow on a chilly Winter's day. Ghost-like. She had thought it had been due to the knife stab but considering it were now...miraculously non-existent...

She moved closer to him, gazing into his eyes, taking in his chiselled features, broad shoulders, defined jaw line; an older deceased version of...someone she had once known. She lowered eye contact to lower suspicion and fumbled in her jacket, bringing out Caleb's Diary, it still trembled as before. "Does this mean anything to you?"

"Why?"

Of course he knew nothing. He had worked for the Bloody Queen as a career, he knew nothing of the outside world she grew to know so well. She shook her head; it had been a fool's luck. "It's nothing, never mind." As she lowered the diary, the guard snatched it out of her hands.

"Did this belong to someone special to you?"

She nodded, watching him admire the diary, running his hands over the crumply spine. "His name was-"

"Caleb. I know him."

Avery grew excited at this, remembering the joyful memories Caleb and her shared, wondering if perhaps the guard were Caleb's relative considering they resembled each other well. Cousins sounded about right. "How well?"