Finale
Liv's POV
Wake up, Liv! Wake up! Liv!
I opened my eyes immediately and found myself lying on the floor of a room where I could barely see a thing. My wolf had been calling for hours.
Although it was difficult to see in the room, I was strongly convinced that it wasn't my cell room. The floor was finished with slate unlike my cell room which was raw concrete. Moreover, if it was my cell room, I wouldn't be sleeping on the floor.
I wouldn't even have rolled off to the floor because my bed was too big for that..
I tried to get up from the floor and a sharp ache hit the back of my neck.
"Argh." I groaned, before carefully placing my palm on the spot and massaging it gently.
And in that moment when I touched the spot where I felt the ache, a brief memory flashed through my head. I recalled being hit on that spot. And it happened in my cell room.
Slowly, it all started coming back to me. Max! He had definitely sent that soldier back to my cell to knock me out. But what for?
I folded my hands against my chest, thinking hard. But my thinking was interrupted when I heard the sound of a door opening.
"Where are you bitch?" Rang a woman's voice. The desperateness in the her voice didn't stop me from recognizing who it was. Luna Rebecca. What was she doing in here.
The next thing, the lights turned on and I saw Rebecca standing right beside the power switch.
Her hair was tattered, eyes swollen, make-up looking like it had been haphazardly washed down her cheeks. Added to all of that, she held a knife in her hand and her gaze was locked on me.
"It's your fault," she growled. "It's all your fault, bitch!"
My brows folded at the statement. What the hell was she talking about?
Before I could find myself an answer, Luna Rebecca rushed at me with her knife. She was fast! Too fast that I reacted late.
The knife stabbed me, but luckily just in my palm because I'd managed to block it, despite late.
She forcefully pull it out and a moan escaped my lips. "Arghhh."
"My son is dead because of you, bitch!" She yelled, thrusting the knife at me again.
I knew better than to dodge late again, this time around. So, I shifted to the side and managed to grab her by the hair and turn her around until her feet lost balance.
Her back landed on the floor, but she sprang back up like a cricket and rushed at me again. I stayed in wait as she rushed to me with the knife. When she got within my range, I flung a kick at the hand which held the knife and it flew out of her grip.
She turned her head quickly, glancing at the knife where it had fallen far behind her. Glancing back at me, she knew she couldn't reach the knife without getting caught by me.
"Ahhhh!" She yelled, grabbing my hair. I grabbed hers back and pulled without mercy.
"I hate you! I hate you!" She yelled. "My son didn't deserve to die because of a wretch like you."
I kicked her stomach and she clutched it.
"Your selfishness killed your stupid son!" I spat. "If you'd done better as a mother, he'd still be alive by now."
"Don't you blame me!" She screamed, tears pouring down her eyes and she grabbed my hair still.
Pulling my hair strongly, she dragged me to the wall and smashed me on it. A sharp pain shot through my spine and everywhere went dark.
I forced my eyes open immediately. I couldn't pass in a situation like this.
The moment my eyes opened, I saw Rebecca limping towards the knife. My heart dropped to my stomach and I my eyes darted from corner to corner in search of anything I could use to fight.
Before I could find anything, the lights went off. Fear gripped my legs the moment I noticed she was no longer where I'd seen her last. I had to pull myself together, else things could get really ugly.
The room was dreadfully silent, and each time I heard her step at a different angle of the room, my nerves shook.
I exhaled deeply, not once, not twice, as I gradually brought my nerves to a calm. She was playing a mental game with me.
"Max died a loser," I blurted out, my ears listening carefully for when she'd attack. "I can't imagine Callum or Ryder dying for lady that doesn't give a shit about him."
And my words got to her. Like a mad woman, she came charging at me, screaming, "don't disrespect my son!"
I dodged her and she bashed her head on the wall, slumping to the ground immediately. Following the sound of the knife as it hit the floor, I picked it up and rushed to her before she regained herself.
Not targeting any particular part of her body, I drove the knife into her flesh. Not once, not twice. Each stab made her body jerk, and I stabbed her until her body couldn't jerk anymore.
Having dealt with her, I made my way out of the dark room.
On coming out, I realized that the building housing the dark room was located far from the rest of the Darkmoon pack.
Two battle tanks were headed toward the building as I came out.
"No way I'm going from pan to fire," I muttered.
It crossed my mind to hide, but it was too late because they had already seen me. Running from them at that distance was risky because one blast from that muzzle could carry me away. The safest thing to do was wait until they reached where I stood.
Just then, I noticed someone was waving from one of the tanks. Then I heard my name. "Liv!"
It was Ryder's voice. The tension in my heart eased at the familiarity of his voice.
From the distance, he jumped down and ran up to me.
"Hey. Are you alright?" He asked, placing his palms on my shoulders and raking his eyes up and down my body.
"Sure," I said softly, looking at the tanks which had stopped now. All my wounds had healed up, even before I got to the exit of the building.
Ten soldiers came down from the truck, with Frank coming down after them and picking up pace when he saw me.
He pulled me into a tight hug, saying nothing for few seconds.
"I was scared I'd lost you." He finally spoke, melting my heart with his words.
Looking over Frank's shoulder, my eyes met Callum limping after the other soldiers. A flush of excitement ran through my insides and I felt an impulse to meet him.
All of a sudden, he missed a step and fell on the floor. I rushed over to him, Ryder and Frank following behind.
"Callum." His name fell off my lips as I knelt beside him. "Are you alright?"
His eyes looked so weak, his lips like they were being drained of life.
"You're bleeding!" Frank alarmed when his eyes met an injury on Callum's legs. "Why aren't you healing?
But that question didn't need an answer from Callum. It was either wolfsbane or silver. But for an Alpha not to heal, he had definitely been poisoned by silver.
"Just a stab," Callum muttered, his words barely audible. A smile stretched out on his face. "Don't you dare think that this is enough to bring me down. I'm not dying."
"Of course, not," I said, holding his palm tight.
"Go fetch the medic!" Ryder yelled at a bunch of nearby soldiers and they dispersed immediately.
Callum's grip tightened around my palm. "Liv..." I heard him say my name softly and slowly.
Tears trickled down my eyes as he pulls my hand close to his chest.
"It's all over now and I'm glad to see you once again," he muttered.
"I'm—" A harsh cough didn't let him complete his words. I patted him on the back.
"Don't say anything," I cried. "The medic will be here soon. Don't push yourself."
"I'm not pushing. I'm strong," he muttered, his voice drained off liveliness.
"Please," I cried, shutting my eyes to hold back the tears that wouldn't stop pouring out.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, stretching his arm up to my face and brushing aside some strands of hair that hung over my face. "Look how beautiful you are even when you're crying. I adore you, Liv. You make me love you more than I always have."
My heart shattered. Those words were meant to put a smile on my face, not to make me cry more. I didn't want to lose him.
He cough again and shut his eyes tight like it had
"Where's the fucking medic?" Ryder's voice thundered.
"I told you're I'm not dying." Callum coughed.
"Don't tell me that crap!" Ryder yelled and ran off to get the medics by himself.
Callum looked at me and smiled softly. "I'm sorry, Liv."
I held his palm tight, my heart skipping as his temperature decreased, tears streaming down my eyes at the very thought of living the rest of my life without the one I loved.
"Callum." I called his name, yearning for an answer, a little hope that he was still with me.
"I love you, Callum..." I whispered, gripping his palm tighter and feeling the little warmth left in him.
A candid smile grew on his face and he
parted his lips, letting out a soft exhale.