Chapter <b>73 </b><b>– </b><b>You </b><b>Must </b><b>Fight</b>
<i>“</i>This kind of war, you gotta believe in what you’re fighting for.” – John Wayne
Neron
Our feet <b>kicked </b>up some pond <b>water</b>, six different ripples encircling our ankles. It was peaceful. I’ve long stopped crying, the itchiness in my throat a distant remembrance of my breakdown. Mom’s breathing echoed softly between us as held one of my <b>hands </b>in hers while Nuria rested her head on my shoulder. I still can’t believe this is happening. I’ve done nothing to deserve this, but here <b>I </b>am, staring at the tangible presences my lost family.
Why couldn’t we <b>have </b>stayed this way? Why did they <b>have </b>to die?
“Don’t give up, Nero.” Nuria whispered, her fingers brushing against the flower petals. I realized what <b>she </b>meant, but it didn’t lesson the doubt swimming in my head. “You can still <b>save </b>her.”
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“Can I?” I exhaled, glimpsing at my reflection in the pool. My eyes are red and puffy. “Nuria, Kiya wants to kill me because I hurt her. I want to save her, but I can’t ignore the possibility that…I might not be able to. What if I can’t?”
“What ifs <b>are </b>dangerous, my precious.” Mom <b>squeezed </b>my <b>hand</b>, pushing some strands of my hair behind my ear. Her thumb <b>caressed </b>my cheek. “But, you’re right. You hurt that darling and it stuck with her for years, but it wasn’t just you. Everyone, whether they directly harmed her or turned the blind eye, are also responsible…. including your father.” Hurtced in herst words. I looked into her <b>eyes </b>and saw an amalgamation of pain and shame. Coming to terms that your mate abused a child couldn’t be <b>an </b>easy
thing to deal with.
Kiya <b>used </b>to refer to my mom as her aunt because she <b>was </b>close with her family. Mom loved her like she was her own. Maybe how Mom feels now is what Kiya felt every time she saw me for the first time. I squeezed her hand to let her know that I’m still here, but I wonder. Did Mom see everything? How <b>else </b>would she have known? I nced at Nuria to see the same amalgamation in her eyes. “Your father and you used Nuria and I as scapegoats for the abuse. Who Lady Sanguine is today directly results from that. You’ve done wrong, and it is your job to make it right.”
I nodded. Lady Sanguine didn’t appear on a whim; Zircon Moon, collectively, created a weapon of our own destruction and she won’t stop until we’re all gone. “I know Mom, and I’m so sorry. I missed you and Nuria so much, and then Dad started talking and
“Shh.” Mom held a finger on my lips to shush me. Then, she leaned in and pressed a firm kiss on my forehead. “You were suffering, I know. But abuse is never justifiable. You cannot erase pain by causing pain to another.”
“Everyone knows Kiya isn’t responsible for what happened to Mom and I.” Nuria huffed, kicking her feet up. “She never was, and we never med her. Dad just hates her. It’s not even about losing us anymore!”
“However,” Mom intercepted. “The difference between you and your father, Neron, is that you’re learning from your mistakes. Not many people can do that.”
“Are you ashamed of–me, Mom?” I inquired, anxious<b>. </b>“Are you, Nuria? Kiya was your best friend.”
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Not was, She is my best friend.” She corrected with a glower. “At first, I was deeply ashamed of you. I was furious, Selene showed us everything–the least painful parts, I suppose. You do not know how much I wanted to march out of heaven and strangle <b>the </b>shit out of you.”
“Nuria.”
She gulped. “Sorry, Mommy. What I meant to say is <b>yes</b><b>, </b>I was ashamed, but not anymore, Neron.”
“And neither am 1.” Mom sighed, swinging her feet <b>as </b>she entered deep thought. “Zircon Moon is not what it used to be. I can’t love it anymore. But it is not your responsibility to carry everyone’s sins. You only carry your own, baby boy.”
“I should’ve done something, Mom.” I retorted, grinding my teeth. It doesn’t matter than neither of them are <b>ashamed</b>; I <b>have </b>enough of it to <bst </b><b>a </b>lifetime “I’m her mate! <b>It </b><b>is </b>my job to protect <b>her</b><b>, </b>and I <b>failed</b><b>, </b>back then and now! All I wanted <b>was </b>Dad’s love, and I hurt her to get it, and it turned out to be a load of bullshit. He never cared <b>about </b>me and look at <b>the </b>consequences! It’s <b>because </b>of me she killed herself and its because of me that Osiris has her. And now, <b>she </b><b>wants </b><b>me </b><b>dead</b>. How can I help free Kiya from <b>the </b>darkness if I trigger her hatred?”
“You love her, right?” Nuria asked.
“I do. So much.”
“Then you need to fight, Neron. Fight <b>harder </b>than you’ve ever done before. Your mate bond with Kiya went through hell <b>and </b>back, but its still there. Your love for her has to shine through this time. Losing her to another who wants her purely for her power, is not an option!”
“How do I do that?”
“You have to figure that out on your own, skatten min. We can’t tell you how to reach to her. There is an answer; you just have to find it.”
“And it won’t be easy.” Nuria added. “The question is, are you up for the challenge?”
Fate piled the past against me. Fate pile the present against me. My past behavior and actions are piled against me. All <b>sank </b>into a melting pot that molded into who Lady Sanguine is today; a manifestation of Kiya’s anger and hatred toward all who wronged her. But when I held her, she had every opportunity to kill me. My throat was exposed for her de to take what it wanted, but she didn’t. Instead, I saw the real Kiya drowning in a raging sea with no one to help her<b>.</b>
I’ll never free myself of the guilt of hurting her. Ever. I’ll carry that sin until the day I die.
Can I help save Kiya? I don’t know.
Am I the one who can save her? I don’t know that either.
But I will try. The future <b>is </b>uncertain, and danger continues to make its presence known, but I won’t run away.
“I can’t lose her, Mom.” I confided, pain pulsing in my veins once again. “She <b>has </b>toe back, for her
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family’s sake.”
“For their <b>sake </b>and yours too. Don’t forget about <b>yourself</b>!” Nuria added, giving <b>me </b>a yful shove. I said <b>nothing</b>.
Mom patted my long tresses with a loving smile. “Whatever you do and whatever path you take, know that Nuria and I <b>are </b>with you.”
“We’ll always be at your side, big bro, right Mom?” Nuria shot a wink at Mom, who rolled her eyes and lightly. kicked her feet in the water. My sister giggled before patting me on the pack.
I wonder what that’s all about.
Speaking with Mom and Nuria rejuvenated me. Hearing their words of encouragement was enough to douse out the harsh words Dad imnted in my head. He doubted my abilities andpetence to be a leader, and I doubted myself. If my father didn’t believe in me, why should I? I tried hard to appease him, but nothing worked. But now, with the two most important women in my life<b>, </b>I felt like anything is possible.
Mom and Nuria couldn’t stay for long. They have to leave. A spasm of loneliness entered my heart, tugging at my heartstrings. I grabbed onto their hands for dear life like a child frightened of being left alone. I just got them back. A dream is a dream, but to me and the child–like innocence left inside me, this was a paradise.
Part of me didn’t want to wake up; it wanted to indulge in the love Mom and Nuria have for me. When I wake up, I’ll be <b>alone </b>again and they’ll be in their graves. But I have to leave also, because the real world won’t wait for <b>me </b>to get my bearings. I have to bring Kiya back to the light, even if it means my death.
I love Mom and Nuria more than I love myself, and with my palms pressed together, I quietly thanked my Moon Goddess for blessing me with the opportunity to see and chat with my family again.
Our lives would’ve been so different if they were still alive.
But, for now, I’ll relish this moment while itsts.
With the women I love.
I woke up from my <b>chair </b>with a startled gasp, my eyes readjusting to the darkness after being in white for <b>so </b>long. The moon was fully shining through my window, casting a silvered glow on my desk. I’m back in my reality, but at what cost?
My hands flew to my face and soon touched the hot tears I’ve unknowingly shed in my slumber. My sniffles echoed through the hushed air, and loneliness took its ce as my partner once more. The dream was so vivid that I <b>can </b>still feel them. I still feel Mom’s hands in mine and Nuria’s head on my shoulder.
“Mom…Nuria…” I’m missing them all over again. Tears pricked my eyes, but I hastily wiped them away with my hands, sniffling. My world fell into that familiar chill once more. But Mom and Nuria left me with a smidgen of hope that everything will turn out alright in the end. They’ve given me a newfound purpose to fight, perhaps a grander purpose before.
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“Hoo?”
Diana appeared, sitting under the strip of moonlight on my desk, her gold eyes peering at me with curiosity.
“Oh, Diana.” How long was she there before I noticed her? I wondered <b>how </b>she <b>got </b>in, but when I looked at the opened window, it all came back to me. I inspected her feathers to <b>see </b>no injury, bringing a wave of relief. The owl disappeared after the attack <b>and </b>I was so worried something might have happened, but I’m d that the worry was a waste of time. A smile awakened on my lips when the owl craned her neck when I went to pet
her.
Still as soft <b>as </b><b>a </b>pillow.
“Do owls dream?” I wondered, gathering the tiny bird in myrge hands. “You won’t believe the dream I just had, Diana. 1…” I sighed. “I miss my mother and Nuria, a lot. But, oddly enough, your presence makes us for it. You’ve made my life less lonely and you aren’t even <b>mine</b><b>.</b>”
Diana cocked her <b>head </b>to the side, blinking once. Maybe she doesn’t understand me, or thinks I’m talking straight out of my <b>ass</b>, but everything I’ve said is <b>true</b>. This owl made her way into my heart without even trying. She deserves to be protected.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
“Hoo!” Diana hopped out of my hands and pecked at the picture frame of Mom <b>and </b>a young Nuria smiling in a flower field. It was thest photo those two took together.
“Yup, that’s them.” She pecked at Nuria. “That is Nuria. She was as beautiful back then as she was in my dream. Time sure flies, huh?” Diana stared at the photo for a minute before settling near the frame, continuing her <b>initial </b><b>stare </b>down.
“What? You want to tell me something?”
<i>“</i>Alpha Neron.” A patrolman’s voice abruptly entered my head, erasing all the warm and fuzzy feelings from before. “I apologize for the disturbance, but we’ve found something that you need to see.”
“Don’t touch or move anything. After what happenedst night, I’m not taking any chances. I’m on my way.”
ytime is over, <b>so </b>it seems. It’s back to business. Diana hobbled from my <b>desk </b>and perched on the windowsill, pointing her head to the forest, and cooing with urgency. I rose from my chair, bewildered. <b>Does </b>she want me to follow her? Hooting sharply, she fled into the midnight sky.
Looks like she does.
I made my move out of the pack house, mindful to not arouse my Betas and Gammas sleep. Once outside, Diana, small and majestic, encircled the sky before taking off into the forest. Charmed, I followed, eluding every sapling and log to the scene toward the northeast part of the territory. The owl’s white feathers faintly gleamed in the twilight, serving as my North Star toward the patrols.
She’s like an angel.
In two minutes, I arrived at the location, the air tense with apprehension. Three patrolmen surrounded a specific tree, murmuring amongst one another, but ceased when they saw me approach. Diana took her ce on a nearby branch, observing us with scrutiny. “What is going on, men?”
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“We discovered this.” One patrolman gestured to the tree bark. “We don’t know how this slipped <b>past </b>us during <b>our </b>rounds, but when we crossed this zone a second time, this was here.”
“We also smelled blood.” Another <b>patrolman </b>mentioned. I walked in front of them only to have my heart drop. Embedded into the tree bark is mani–tinted letter nailed to the bark by a silver de pungent with the odor of wolfsbane. Blood saturated the edges of the envelope, dripping onto the roots of said tree.
Not only was the letter addressed to me, but the scent of the blood settled blocks of ice in my bones. The blood belonged to my father.
“Shit.” I snarled, tearing the letter from the tree. Touching the knife <b>was </b>not an option. Tearing the envelope open, the message revealed <b>careful</b>, stylistic writing penned by a feminine hand. I realized at that moment, I had to loop in Anthony. The situation reached an all–time high.
<i>Surprise</i>, huh<i>? </i><i>Do </i>you miss your old man<i>? </i>This is <i>only </i><i>the </i>beginning of your nightmare<i>.</i>
<i>If </i>you want your father and the Betas back unharmed, meet me at Pauline <i>Park </i>at noon.
Come alone. Bring back–up and your members return in pleces..
<i>I’ll </i>be waiting, Alpha Neron.
-Lady Sanguine
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