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By being herself in her own unique way, she fought through thick and thin, revealed her true self, and became a beacon of light to so many in the supernatural and human realms. Did she know last month had the lowest amount of suicides in decades? Did she know how she was inspiring so many to be true to themselves and stop being what society wanted from them?
Did she see that she was changing even those in the Forbidden Pack? Little by little, she was making her mark on each of them while validating their past struggles. She did so much without realizing it. Brought so much change without even grasping just how impactful she was.
This was her time to finally take a breather and uncover herself, and in the end...she died.
My Willow...my royal fighter...the woman who had a crush on me all this time...is gone.
Very slowly, I scooped her into my arms, my sobs beginning to leave my trembling lips as my tears dropped onto her purple cheeks. She was losing color already, her lips bluish-purple while those fierce eyes of vivid turquoise were now dull of life.
"Willow," I whimpered. "I...didn't...get to tell...you…"
I reached out to gently touch her cold cheek.
"I didn't get to tell you...I love you," I whispered. "You can't...go to Mother Moon...without knowing that. Come back..."
There was no way of stopping my sobs as I brought her close. This pain was unbearable. The pain of losing someone I loved and cherished felt insurmountable. It was why I'd remained an Omega for so damn long. I couldn't take losing another person. Losing someone who didn't deserve to perish at the hands of evil.
That was how life always was. Those who bathed in the blood of the innocent lived for years upon years, yet those who struggled and worked hard to survive in this dark world always ended up dying early - making their struggles all worthless.
I cried long and hard, and I debated if I should pull out of this pack bond there and then. There was no need for me to remain. I'd joined with confidence that we'd get to Willow on time, and truthfully, I would have remained if it made Willow happy.
If it made her feel a closer connection to me.
Then I'd tell her why I went to Russia. That my parents were on the High Court and my mother had passed. With the earlier blast, I was positive my father was either on the brink of death or already gone, but his chair wouldn't be filled.
His successor was gone...and it wouldn't be long before I faded away as well.
My life mission ended up being protecting Willow. I watched her as a babe, followed her through the torture, stood by when she merely needed someone to be around her, and slowly she began to trust me. She began to rely on my abilities and wished to learn more about how to protect herself.
I trained her in the ring, and she grew stronger, wiser, and became a champion. She found a place where she could let her frustrations out in a way that didn't leave the world littered in blood and death.
She didn't want to be like her father. She wanted to be a part of the darkness, but a shadow that got rid of those who deserved to be consumed by death for their selfish actions.
I didn't know how long I was there for, crying my eyes out while cradling her. I thought I was alone, but I noticed the bulky man was still there at a distance. He stood there with his back facing us as if he were trying to debate whether to leave or finish me off as well.
I didn't care. He could take me out of the world so Willow wouldn't have to ascend alone. I could be there with her. Be by her side like I'd always wanted. It would be less scary that way, and it felt like the best thing to do.
The man turned around and began walking towards me. I let out my last bit of sobs as I reached out with my shaking hand to close Willow's eyes. She didn't need to see my end, or at least, her body that was strong enough to bring her to this point in time didn't deserve to watch what would happen next.
I wouldn't die with my head down. I'd shield her body from what was approaching, so at least the others in the pack could give her the proper burial she deserved.
When this man reached us, I took in the scar across his left eye, while his right one was specifically focused on Willow. I didn't know this man's story, but from the burn marks around his neck, I realized he had to have been the one wearing the magic collar.
I fought against the anger brewing within myself. The boiling rage that knew even in her last minutes of life, she was doing everything she could to try and save another broken wolf in this world of dark chaos.
The man scanned Willow's body until he stopped at her ribs. Then he looked at my neck, and finally, met my narrowed gaze of fury.
His head was cloaked with some sort of black cloth, but his face was visible enough, while his eye of one with a golden ring locked onto my orbs that were surely blazing silver.
"Why are you giving up?" his rough, deep voice demanded.
I growled back at him. He was the cause of this and yet he was trying to throw the blame on me like I'd ever give up on Willow. I didn't have the ability to bring someone back from the dead. I wasn't capable of such a task.
If her soul wasn't gone from her body, I could heal her, but it was far too late for that. My magic was worthless now, and it wished to take out its fury on the world as a hint of compensation.
"I know that symbol," the man declared. "Just like I know that mark on her rib. You're a Master. She's a Disciple. Why aren't you retrieving her before it's too late?" He was practically screaming at me, and I couldn't keep quiet any longer.
"You're the reason she's dead and you're trying to put this on me? Her soul is gone! I can't heal her!"
