Chapter 42: 42. I curse you
"Bring one alive!" Darren said and turned around and walked away like he did not say anything of the sort. Levi watched his retreating back and shook his head, not wasting any more time, he led the group of warriors out.
Darren walked back to his mansion and mind-linked Mateo. ’Mateo!’ Darren called. He waited a few seconds before getting any response from Mateo.
’Alpha!’ Mateo answered.
’Double the security at the border I think the attack on Jewel pack is just a distraction’. Darren said through the link.
’Roger that, Alpha’. Mateo said and Darren ends the link. He walked back to the balcony where he stood before and watched the pack below him. His eyes looked stressed due to the lack of proper sleep but the coldness radiating off him did not diminish.
He looked dangerous and unapproachable as he stood there with his hand in his pants pocket his mind reflecting on seven years ago when he had an encounter with the goddess. He was only sixteen when that happened but the things he had gone through surpassed that of an older man.
Flashback to seven years ago,
Darren was in the mids of the Black storm wolf pack surrounded by the pack’s warriors. He was only passing through the pack as he needed to go through the pack to reach his destination but the pack refused to let him through saying that they know what he has been doing to the other packs that he had visited. His beast was agitated. How dumb were they to think that provoking him was the best way to save their pack from him?!
He even tried explaining his purpose of walking through their pack grounds but they gave no heed to his words and attacked him instead. His beast which was already agitated became furious and fought for dominance with him. He hated the fact that Darren was explaining himself to people when he could just do as he pleased. He was a lycan who was born to give orders and not take orders from anyone so when the pack refused to let him through, the lycan in him forced his way out and took control of them both slaughtering the pack.
He was like a one-man army, killing and spilling blood everywhere he went as he strode through the pack. It did not matter who it was, he killed even the women and children. His attacks were ruthless and precise, he attacks solely to kill. He aimed to kill with one attack and he never misses an opportunity. it was even more difficult for the warriors to restrain him because he was faster than them and they were not prepared to face him. Despite their number, they still lost to him.
Darren finally gained control back but it was too late. He looked around him and all he could see were dead bodies scattered all over the ground covered in blood and dirt. The air reeked of blood and death. Looking further, he saw a mother clutching onto her pup even after they were both dead and his heart stung with pain and anguish as he remembered his mother.
He approached them and stood face to face with the deaf pair with dark eyes. The more he looked at them the more pain he felt within the depth of his heart. He squatted down and touched the child but there was nothing that he could do, they were already gone. He felt sorry for what he had done. He had once again lost to his beast and killed those whom he shouldn’t have. He closed his eyes trying hard to forget the picture that was right before him.
"Young lycan!" A sweet and melodic voice called and Darren froze for a moment. He did not think there was still someone in the pack who will call out to him rather than fleeing far away from him after what she had witnessed. Slowly her turned and there, he saw the most beautiful creature he had seen standing there gracefully.
She looked out of place standing amidst the dead bodies with dirt and blood in them. She had silver hair with a crown the shape of a crescent moon and wore a white dress that covered even her feet from the eyes. Her hair and eyes and even the dress on her shone brightly reflecting the light of the moon.
She stood among the bodies but there was not a single stain in her dress. It was like she was like her feet never touched the ground where she stood.
"Selene!" Darren said. Recognizing her as if the image before had been engraved into his mind. He did not even know when the name left his mouth. It came out so freely as he has always known who she was. He noticed that he wasn’t wrong as the woman did not object and just stood there silently confirming her identity to him.
Darren was awestruck. He could not believe that he just had an encounter with their goddess but then he remembers where they were and his excitement vanished into thin air. They were standing in the mids of dead bodies. Amidst the people whom he had killed!
He took a step forward towards her to explain even if it was a given that she would already know but he thought to give it a try but stopped when he heard the words that come out of the goddess’s mouth. He felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach.
"I course you, Darren!" Selene said and looked at the pile of dead bodies lying all over the place.
"For what you have done, you will relive your worse moment in your slumber, Darren," Selene said looking him in the eyes. "Until you find your mate, your slumber shall never be peaceful."
"Even when you find her, you will know no peace, this is your curse for what you have done." The moon goddess said as she started fading into the night, her image became blurry but her voice echoed on, "Member this, Darren." these were the last words that she said before she was completely gone.
Darren stood frozen and in shock at what had just happened, he did not only get to see the goddess but he got cursed the very moment he saw, just what the fuck was fate playing at?
Until sheet, he did not give any reaction because he was too shocked to do so. He wanted to believe that he was hallucinating but he knew he was not. The truth only dawned on him after she left and he felt like his soul was tucked out of him.
He roughly pulled his hair in pain and frustration he was already beating himself for what he had done and now the goddess just added more pain to his already battered soul. He remembers what he dreaded the most and the goddess had just told him that he would relive that moment each time sleeps. She was practically haunting his sleep. That moment when he clawed his mother to her death ripping her apart was the worse moment of his life and he knew he would never forget that moment but now, he will always be reminded of it.
He stood unmoving in the same place in pain. The main in his heart only grew with each second that passes by. Even when it started to rain he did not move an inch it felt like he was not even aware that it was raining heavily. The rain stopped and a cold wind blew sending shivers down his body he finally realized just how drenched he was. He scanned the place and saw the bodies once more but felt nothing.
It was like the rain had washed away all of his feelings and he had become numb to the pain. What was the point of pitying the dead people when he was alive and had gone through the hell he wish to be saved from? He turned to the direction he was heading originally and stomped off without looking back leaving nature to deal with the dead pack.
End of flashback.
Darren sighed at the memory. He closed his eyes drawing a deep breath in and exhaling slowly. He has accepted his darkness and has become one with his beast. He no longer tries to keep him at bay knowing that it will only result in more blood baths which he wouldn’t care about anymore but he would have no one to rule if he went about killing them all so he refrains from unnecessary killing.
He then thought of Kora, the girl whom he had would be his mate. He had not seen her for the past five years and wondered how she was faring. He has tried to see her many times but Lazarus would be let him so he stopped, she was still foo young anyway and she was in good and capable hands at the Blood moon pack.
He turns around and walks back inside the house to get prepared for anything including a surprise attack.
