30. Sebastian
Sebastian
D elirium teased his senses, ghostly apparitions jumping out at him. He heard Angelique’s nasally voice berating him for a simple mistake. He saw Malik’s white coat reflecting the moonlight, lavender eyes glaring at him with malicious intent.
Sebastian shook his head, brown locks tumbling before settling against his scalp. Debris abraded his bare soles, and his wolf whined pathetically in his head. Since his mate’s death, the animal became quieter with each passing year. He feared the day complete silence took up space in his head.
Little light illuminated his path, but he marched forward. His voice never called out to the others and silence, except for the scampering of small animals, greeted his ears. Betrayal whispered he’d been abandoned, left behind for dead. He tried pushing the taunt away, but he saw his twin’s horrified face the day they realized they shared a fated mate.
Angelique’s long luscious blonde hair lured him to test the texture against his palm. Her honeyed words turned him against his twin. And the alpha’s mercy sent him into the world without a pack, an unhappily bonded mate at his side .
Fifteen years away from the only home he’d known ate away at something inside of him, darkness blooming in its place. When he held his mate’s lifeless body in his arms, the rest of his humanity sloughed off, leaving behind a macabre shell.
Small animals hurried in the opposite direction he traveled in, ears picking up the sound, twitching with inaction. He needed to get to Geralt, his alpha and childhood friend.
Is he your friend if he left you behind? That voice whispered again, raising his hackles. Sebastian shook his head, trying to dislodge the imagined whispers. Geralt wouldn’t leave him. Would he?
He stumbled through the dark, blood leaking a trail behind him. He felt too weak to shift, not that Henrik spoke to him with words anymore. His feet locked in place, body tensing. Darkness filled his vision when he closed his eyes, letting stillness envelop his being.
Claws cut into his skin. When he opened his eyes again, crimson warped the world around him. His feet turned in the direction he’d just stumbled from, desperation and exhaustion edging him forward.
Blood Moon pack wasn’t his home anymore. Hostile gazes burrowed into him, their thoughts written on their faces. Traitor. Rogue. He refused to return there empty handed, even if Geralt had left him behind.
Angelique waited for him in Selene’s embrace. He’d join her soon, but first, he’d bring Abbigail home. If it killed him, at least he’d tried doing some good before he and Henrik returned to the Moon Goddess.