Page 155 of Wolf Outcasted


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I didn’t want to hear it, and I guessed she knew it because she didn’t delay in saying it.

“We…can’t be friends anymore, Willow.”

There it was.

The bomb of truth confirmed what I was desperately fighting against hearing. No matter how I wished for those words to never be spoken, here they were, echoing in the air, in my mind, in my fucking soul.

“It’ll…keep you safe. I know none of this is fair. I know…I’m being a weak bitch…but…something needs to be sacrificed.”

Sacrificed.

The booming thunder from outside was unexpected, and yet it was a clear reflection of how I felt.

“Willow…know I’m doing this for your own-”

“Did you know one of your Coven members tortured me for a year and a half after I almost got killed?”

I could feel her shock through the phone, and I was surprised too because I wasn’t William anymore. I was Willow, and the brewing anger inside me was so fierce it just numbed everything instead.

Numbed the pain. The sorrow. The waves of agony that begged to be felt.

“I…didn’t-”

“I promised…not to say a thing because I was told if I did everything precious to me would be stolen.” It was laughable now. How fate worked. How friendships that we cherished as much as our own family bonds could be so fragile.

Could be broken so easily.

“That they’d turn you against me.”

She didn’t say anything, and maybe I was glad she didn’t.

“I figured you should at least know that. That you realize you’re not the only one who sacrificed a lot.” She didn’t need to know what I knew. What I’d just discovered. The recent nightmares, and what I’d retrieved after the ritual with Viktor.

This worked in my favor because I’d be able to tell the others and figure something out.

Inform them that if anything goes south from this point onward, we can do what we must.

“I have some business to attend to.” This conversation wouldn’t take us anywhere but south, and as angry as I was, I didn’t have it in me to further taint things.

This pain may have been raw and hurtful, but I couldn’t insult Aurelia for choosing the loves of her life and their futures over me. I guessed if the roles were reversed, I’d do exactly what she would do.

Only I would have gone above and beyond to try to find some other way. I guess because I’m used to fighting for what I seek.

Sadly, I was realizing that now.

“Willow, wait,” she quietly pleaded, and I could only imagine the tears streaming down her face on the other side. Was she alone? Surrounded by her men? Before the Coven members so she could prove her obedience and willingness to throw away our friendship like it was trash?

What the fuck happened?

We just survived a fucking avalanche together. We’d been through so much prior to that. Had I not done enough? Should I have spent more time with her? Were my efforts to remind her that I had her back through thick and thin just a waste of my time? A waste of Onyx and Neo’s efforts? Why did she save me from the deliberate accident if I was but a hindrance?

Why is all of this fucking happening?

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Goodbye, Aurelia.” My farewell barely reached the speaker, but my thumb had already pressed on the red button, ending the call once and for all.

This was the end?

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