Chapter 42: The Past


    "What?" it''s like every cell in my body stops as a deathly silence fills the air, shock stilling my thoughts,


    my lungs ceasing to move, and you can hear a pin drop as his words sink in slowly…. so fucking


    slowly.


    Juan executed my family. They didn''t die in battle.


    That''s a lie, it can''t be true because they weren''t the only pack to never return. The entire Whyte line,


    among others, they all died protecting our kind. It was a war for god''s sake, and we had many


    casualties. Did Juan kill them all too?


    The doctor has to be ying me, lying to mess with my head for some kind of ulterior motive and I''m


    falling for it. Maybe it''s a test to see if I''m strong enough to turn, despite being in this istion tank.


    Maybe I was wrong to trust him, and this is all a ploy to break me down and get intel he thinks I may


    have… but how would he know her name?


    I take a much-needed breath as I begin to suffocate under the pressure of my own mounting emotions,


    realizing I wasn''t inhaling or letting it go. I take a moment to let it sink in, my head spinning as my brain


    tries to dissect and makes sense of each word and how ites together in what he just said. I don''t


    know how to react; cry, rage, scream,ugh? I sit here like a numb dead weight staring at him as


    though he just told me the world is ending and we''re to wait here to die. Momentarily devoid of feeling


    as shock fills the void.


    It has a different effect on my body though, and for a second, I think I might throw up. I wretch, my body


    lurching, and as it all spins out of control and I have to lift my heels to the edge of the bed so I can prop


    my head between my knees to ground myself. Swallowing down the rush of salvia that clogs my throat


    and breathing through the waves of nausea.


    "I''m sorry…. my memory is not what it was, but the gist is that Juan was eliminating the possibility of a


    prophecying to fruition… a white wolf Queen, rising from the shadows to reign the people in a


    victorious and united future. Juan believed your mother was going to dethrone him, after she proved


    herself a worthy warrior on the battlefield and led many a victorious attack on your enemy by uniting the


    packs. Your kind were losing the war, and she turned it around… your mother, she was gifted, and


    special, and more powerful than he could ever dream of being. The kind of specimen I could only


    dream of being able to study." He sounds concerned, regretful, apologetic, all at once, but it''s all


    meaningless noise and I just keeping back to it, over and over.


    Juan…. he killed them all. My whole family. All those that mattered to me. My past ten years have been


    a lie, and I suffered, not because they failed, but because he took them from me. This can''t be true,


    especially not if she was so powerful.


    "Then how did he…. If she was" The words die on my tongue, hastily uttered in a breath as my brain


    tries to rationalize the details, as warm salty tears roll down my cheeks and I sit absorbing a history I


    never knew, as the pieces areid out before me. Confused with the conflicting statement to what I''ve


    always been told, and a fire of rage building inside of me slowly to ovee the icy cold that has


    spread through my nerve endings. It''s like a drip, drip, as it''s fed and allowed to grow slowly. It warms


    my belly and spreads across my pelvis and down my limbs, something growing inside of me so all-


    consuming that I almost wee its warm fluid expansion to my cold empty soul. My brain just cannot


    seem to filter and arrange it so that it makes sense.


    "Your father was her weak point… just a peacefulnd-dwelling wolf that he murdered to get to her.


    Your kinds devastating ability to kill both mates with one blow, and sadly an uneven pairing as that was


    her only downfall. It''s a rather sad travesty, that even your strongest is only as strong as the mate


    bonded to them in the end and highlights the importance of why they shun the impure. He then ordered


    his own sub pack to hunt down and destroy everyone from the pack she was residing with in case they


    linked in thest moments and knew of his treason. He had to tidy up loose ends, you see. He had to


    cover his tracks, and only his loyal knew of what he''d done and aided him."


    I inhale sharply, my heart constricting as tears bite my eyes and the words wound my soul. Sliced open


    and ravaged with a truth that''s more devastating than the one I lived for ten years.


    The Whyte pack, none of them returned from war, as they were apparently cursed as warriors and fell


    at the first battle. Not strong enough, fast enough, not able to hold their own because of being weak


    land workers and not warriors at all.


    All lies.


    All ughtered by Juan and his trusted, his sub pack, his elders, his closest. Those he now wears like


    a shroud, to lead from behind on the mountain. Which meant Sierra saw it all too, as his Luna, she was


    by his side at all times and followed him into battle. None of them jumped to defend her because they


    were just as guilty as her mate.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Mother, my father, my brother, my grandparents… all gone at Juan''s hand and I cannot contain the fury


    growing within me as my mind puts the pieces together and it all begins to add up. The return of the


    wolves saw everything change, and the children like me, ripped from guardian''s families who had


    vowed to care for us, and pushed into that home. Except me… my guardian''s, thest of the Whytes,


    were ughtered by ''vampires'' in the middle of the night. I now wonder if that too was a lie.


    We went from being cared for, cherished by wolves who opened their homes to us, all while our


    families fought, to being almost ouwed in a way. By Santo wolves who spread the word that the war


    was almost lost because of our blood lines. They told them none of us should be revered as fallen


    heroes remaining legacy… but left to fade out and kill an impure invasion on future generations. They


    started the second they returned, in pushing all of us into that dark side of the mountain and


    maintaining we were cursed. Why didn''t he just kill me too?


    Words fail me and I stare at the doctor as I lift my head, catching the wariness in his eye as he sees the


    expression on my face and hesitates about moving away a little.


    My heart is pounding, my breathing shallow, and a twisting knife of pain devours me as it really does


    sink and coarse through every cell of my body that Juan did the most unthinkable thing of all, broke our


    ownws, and killed his own…. Killed mine and my own! For what fucking reason!!!


    A prophecy about a rising wolf? A story? A fable… that hadn''t evene to fruition. He thought HE


    could overpower the fates and take what he wanted, push things in his own way?


    It''s almost as if the Doctor can feel my questioning, or maybe it''s my silent deathly manner as I sit up


    stock straight and lower my chin to re hatefully across his shoulder at the Luna beyond. It''s not a


    look for her, but at everything I''m now finding out and I can''t control it. He betrayed her, just as he


    betrayed his entire people… my family. He betrayed his own son.


    "Sierra was meant to be his answer…. a hybrid witch and wolf. He thought by searching out this white


    queen and mating her he would be assured the power he longs for. Sierra is a ck wolf though,


    something he overlooked as a small detail, and when their tale did not push them into the path of the


    story he thought was rightfully his, he took matters into his own hands. The rising of your mother made


    him insane, and upon return from the wars, the books were scraped free of any hint of a prophecy,


    forbidding the Shamans from teaching it to the young. He rewrote history to hide it. He pushed all trace


    of what he did into aa to silence her for her own treason." His voice is tight, tension hitching, and I


    can taste his nervousness this time, as he does back away, shuffling out of my way to give me a clear


    view of the lifeless soul I''m fixated on.


    My whole being poised, like I''m on the verge ofshing out and ripping this room to shreds, such is the


    crazy hate and anger coursing through me, and I clutch the bed viciously to hold myself in check. Torn


    between mounting fury and heart breaking, crippling devastation. If I could turn, I would already be


    ripping this facility apart with the intensity of everything I feel inside of me. A storm raging to be set free,


    yet my heart aches to the point I think it may stop beating, under the force of pressure. An agony


    iparable to anything and my entire truth crumbles like ash around the ruins of my own fire.


    "He knew Sierra was a mixed breed. He knew he''spletely destroyed something decided by the


    fates. He thinks he has that power? That worth?" I snarl, my voice unrecognizable as this feeds my


    desire tobust in a tornado of destruction. I never knew I could harbor so much longing to find one


    man, hunt him down, and enjoy ripping him limb from limb. Slowly, and painfully.


    I can almost taste it; such is the want to have it badly. The blood lust coursing through me in hot waves


    as I start to visualize that narcissistic asshole and what I''m going to do to him when he gets within an


    inch of me. Body bristling and goose bumping, my heart rate rising, and my lungs quickening to


    amodate my fast, rapid breath.


    "Yes. It was by design that he sought her out and travelled far to find her. Sweeping her off her feet and


    mating to her so he could possess her for eternity. He thought he could fulfil and control the prophecy


    and further his own desire to rule. She was a rtively isted wolf, na?ve, unloved, her own pack


    rejecting her because of her roots, and she fell straight into the arms of the first real love shown her


    way. She was known as a witch, and well, you know they''re as much a wolf''s enemy as the vampires,


    which made her a cursed and fearful species. She told me she fell madly in love and didn''t find out


    about his ulterior motive until she had been his for many months, and already bound by the mate


    bond." The doctor looks towards her, a sad distant ze to his ssy eyes as he remembers their


    conversations, and the regret of not believing her when he should.


    "So how did she end up here? If she had powers… Witches are strong. You said she tried to stop him,


    so why couldn''t she?" I''m devilishly low toned, controlled, the growling through in my voice,


    leaning to anger to try and avoid the pain inside of me, and I can feel my inner wolf tossing and turning


    with the frustrating need to be set free. It''s sharpening its ws and begging to be uncaged.


    "She betrayed him. By sacrificing her own life for the protection of a child who can regain the bnce


    of things. Sierra is a seer and a witch, yes, she has powers unlike any wolf, but they are not strong like


    a warrior… They are useful in ways of protection on a small scale, and she has abilities to control


    certain aspects of others. She''s a healer, not a fighter, and she did what she thought could make a


    difference."