Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
Reagan and Rika thought that the lights were beautiful, which they were, but what I noticed the most was that the lights seemed to be conveying a message. The lights and the images that they were showing us were speaking of unity, love, acceptance, taking care of your own community and, most of all, peace.
I could tell that Aunt Glory was putting a lot of emotion into those lights and the show that she was giving to us all. If I looked closely enough, I swear I could see her crying as she created the imagery for her people.
I knew this message wasn’t for us. Unlike last year, where she happily displayed her family for them all to see, this year Aunt Glory was begging whoever it was that was hurting her people to stop. She was begging them to talk to her personally and tell her what it was that they wanted out of all of this.
When the show came to a close, the entire crowd started to slowly leave the amphitheater, one by one. As I watched their faces, I saw that not a single one of them was dry. Everyone of the Fae in attendance had been crying. They had gotten the message that Aunt Glory was trying to give them all.
“I will do my best to protect them too.” I whispered to myself, vowing to protect each and everyone of these people.
Just as that thought finished passing through my mind, there was a blood curdling scream that rent the silence of the night. Instantly fear washed over the crowd as everyone was looking worried and seemed to be wondering if they should run toward the sound of the screaming that had seemed to take a breath and begin again as screaming and broken sobs.
“Waverly, go with Pierre and take the twins back to the residence. I want you to take half of the knights with you.” I handed him Rika, who I had been holding the hand of, and Joaquin followed suit as he handed Pierre Reagan.
“What are you going to do, my lady?” Waverly looked worried as he cradled my daughter against him.
“What I was asked to do by the Goddess.”
With that I took off running in the direction of the screams and sobbing that I could hear. Joaquin, who hadn’t said a word to object or oppose me, was just following right behind me. Gabriel, Vincent, and all of the others were following after me and trying their hardest to get in front of me like guards were meant to. The only one who had actually managed it was David, but he was the fastest among them.
After a few minutes, we made it to the location of the woman who had screamed. I saw that she had fallen to the ground, crying as she looked across the walkway that she had taken to get home. When my eyes followed hers I felt myself nearly vomit.
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Riviana
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The Fae who screamed had done so when she came across an extremely gory sight. Directly in front of the woman was a pristine, white wall made of beautiful carved bricks. I had seen the wall and knew just what the carving on it meant. It was a carving that represented the light, and all the magic that it encompassed.
However, the wall was no longer pristine and white. It was dirtied and covered in stains.. Red stains. Bloody red stains. And stuck right in the middle of the wall was the body of a Fae woman.
I almost mistook it for a child at first since the body on the wall was that small. She was no taller than five feet, if that. And her slight frame, tiny hands, and narrow face made me think that she was so much younger than she truly was.
However, I instantly recognized her light green hair, pale complexion, and the vivid purple color of her eyes. It was Frida, the woman who had tried to stop her husband Grier over two years ago, and the woman who had been controlled and sent to rescue Curtis from the dungeons.
She had been killed, but that wasn’t all that they had done to her. Frida had her throat slit, and the blood was pouring down the front of her soft, pale pink dress. There was a silver sword stuck through her chest and pinned her to the wall. There was a large gash across her belly, so deep that aside from blood, entrails had started to slide from within her body.
And to top it all off, they had cut her eyelids off. That was why I had been able to see the vivid color of her irises and knew exactly who she was. Who would do this to her? Who could have done this and not gotten sick.
Above Frida’s body, written in her own blood, was a message. I had just finished reading the message when Aunt Glory made it to the scene, surrounded by her knights.
“Oh, Frida?” She looked saddened, but she didn’t let it show on her face too much.
The message that had been left was a clear warning for Aunt Glory.
‘YOUR DAYS OF REIGNING OVER ME WILL SOON COME TO AN END! PREPARE YOURSELF MY QUEEN FOR YOU ARE ABOUT TO FALL FROM GLORY!’
The woman on the ground was still sobbing when Aunt Glory made her way over to her.
“Shh. Shh. Hush now, Hibiscus. Shh. Shh.” She was trying to sooth her as she brought the woman to her feet.
“Sh..sh..sh..she’s dead.” The woman, evidently Hibiscus, was still sobbing, but she was a little more in control than she used to be. “Sh..sh..sh..she’s b..b..b..been ri..ri..ripped o..o..o..open.” I could tell that the Fae woman was having a hard time with all of this while Aunt Glory took her over to one of the guard knights.
“I know.” Aunt Glory was still soothing her. “I will take care of this, just please do your best to calm yourself.”
I was watching them walk and thinking about the way that this whole scene must have played out. The blood wasn’t even dried yet, hell, it hadn’t even stopped flowing from the poor woman’s body yet. Which meant that the murder had to have happened at the most seconds before Hibiscus stumbled onto the scene.
If it was that close of an encounter, then she must have seen something, right? She might have seen the killer, and so maybe she could lead us in the right direction.
“Hibiscus?” I called out to her. “Did you see anything else? Anyone else?” I wanted to ask her these questions before she left the scene. I needed her memories that were fresh in her mind.
“N..n..no.” She was shaking her head. “I didn’t see anyone else.”
I don’t know why, but when she looked at me I felt like she was lying. There was something that was off about her. I turned to look at Gabriel and then Vincent before I spoke to the two of them telepathically at the same time.
‘Is she telling the truth right now?’
‘I sense nothing from her.’ Gabriel’s words came first, and I started to feel relieved.
‘I feel nothing as well.’ Vincent added. ‘And as in nothing, I mean that I can not read her at all.’ Those words froze me in place.
‘I’m sorry, what was that?’ I asked him to repeat himself, but it was Gabriel who responded.
‘It is like there is nothing to read. It is like she is a shell.’
