This wasn’t supposed to happen.
We were supposed to have our happy end.
We were supposed to live together and grow old. Just once.
She killed me. They killed me. Over and over. Dead young, in pain, in agony, always dying.
I drop to the stage, sobbing so hard I struggle to breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut. Because now there’s a void where they were. A hole.
They were there.
And gone so fast. With no warning.
I push myself up, my grief transforming into a desperate rage.
The Beta Goddess watches me curiously. She’s got no hair left. I turn to Cadel, and he’s changed into the wolf. He’s still pinned to the stage, but he’s fighting again.
Struggling to get to me.
“My alphas,” I whisper. I press a hand to the part of my chest where I could feel the bonds. Where there is now just pain and nothingness.
“Why put yourself through this for love? Why not just get rid of them? See how weak you are? How sad? What could be worth this pain?”
I stare at Cadel, refusing to look away.
“Every whisper, every touch, the way they built me up,” I sob, refusing to look away from him, “the smiles, their wishes, dreams and laughs. The feel of their hands, the promise in their eyes, our past, present, and future. It was worth it.”
I can’t stop crying, but I say the words to Cadel.
“Everything was worth it; every second of pain was worth just one moment with you.” My lip trembles. I stand there with tears pouring down my cheeks, with nothing left.
A low howl comes from his throat.
My hair is grabbed, and I’m thrown. I roll several times before coming to a stop beside Walker.
He looks at me, and I see something human in him. He crouches and helps me up.
He doesn’t say he’s sorry, but I feel it in the way his hand holds my wrist.
His eyes find Legion and stay there.
“Kill the body while she’s in it, and it’s over,” I slur out.
Walker doesn’t react, but it doesn’t matter. I’m torn away from him again.
I land hard and lie there.
The pain is eating me alive, and I find that just lifting my body up is too hard. I try, though, pushing up, but I get as far as getting my arms upand stretched out when the sobs overwhelm me. Tears fall onto the wood below me, disappearing into cracks.
I’m sick of the pain.
I’m sick of watching them die. I want to grow old and be happy.
“Why are the gods so cruel?”
“That’s right, they don’t care about you. They don’t love you. They make you suffer and cause you pain.”
Her voice refocuses my venom. She’s the cause of my pain. She did this!
