Chapter 45

Aria's POV

As soon as I uttered those words, multiple things happened simultaneously.

My dad, Simon and Tasha all flung their heads round to look at me, all looking shocked, all for different reasons.

Tasha yelled out, "You can't do that, you love him, he is made for you!"

Fool.

Simon screeched, "Terra, you will pay for this. I won't let you get away with this."

Idiot.

My dad said nothing. He just growled, trying to get me to submit to him, trying to mold me back into that perfect slave he had so long ago.

I had changed, reshaped, morphed so much, I could no longer fit into that mold. I was no longer that scared, weak child, just looking for love.

Forest just looked relieved.

I think for a minute there, he was actually scared he had lost me, that my dad had won.

I would never let my father win. He'd won enough for one lifetime.

The priest was standing at the front, looking at me with round eyes, "Umm, umm," He stared to say, "What do I do now?"

My dad had a murderous glint in his eye, "You run," He snarled.

The priest seemed to get the message and as soon as he was out the room my dad shifted, jumping at Forest.

He had just enough time to shift before he was locked in battle.

I was watching them fight, watching my mate fight my father.

Until I was thrown into a tree by my brother.

I fell down the tree, my head spinning. From my position on the ground, I could see him coming closer. Taking a deep breath I lept at him, shifting mid jump.

I snarled in his face, smirking a wolfy smirk as I saw his face pale.

Serves him right for trying to mess with a werewolf.

I stood straight, my fur sticking up, making me bigger.

If he had shown me even a shred of decency in my time with him, I may have felt sorry for him.

Too bad.

I lept at him, not caring he was my brother, not caring it was unfair, a wolf against a mere human, because my life had been unfair, because of him, him and my dad.

He tried to fight back, but how does a human even try to fight a snarling wolf?

He never stood a chance.

I didn't hesitate to rip out his throat, killing him instantly.

He was related to me by blood, but that was all. He wouldn't have hesitated if the roles were reversed.

The doors crashed open and Atlas, Isla, Skye, Ash and some warriors I didn't know ran in.

The rogues ran at them.

They took a few seconds to review the scene before they jumped at my dad's cronies.

We battled as one, as a family.

The main part of the plan is the part that scared me the most, but it would keep my family safe. It would keep them alive.

Any other version of reality possible, and I had seen all of them, ended in my family dying.

All of them, some of them, most of them. But never none of them.

I will not let my family die.

So I will do what I have to do.

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I took down another rogue, quickly, efficiently.

Killed it and moved on.

We had gone outside, more room to fight, more room to kill.

More rogues had swarmed us as soon as we stepped foot outside.

They were bad fighters, only sent to overwhelm us, not to fight one on one.

Slowly but surely we made our way through the rogues.

I grabbed another one, threw him to the floor and bit down on his throat.

His miserable life ended.

There numbers had started to dwindle.

I heard Tasha scream as one of the rogues bit into her, ripping her heart out her chest. Huh, turns out being a bitch does have it's downsides, everyone wanted to kill her.

Even her own side.

Maybe I should feel said, or at least sorry for her.

But she helped make my life a living hell so.

....... nope.

Then, across the field, I saw him. Louis. The guard.

I smirked.

I ran and leaped at him. He called me weak. I wasn't weak. Time to prove it to him.

I pushed him to the ground, sitting my wolf weight on his chest, keeping him in place.

He was an easy fight. He tried to resist, tried to fight back. He was weak.

His main attack was his words, I just ignored them.

"You're weak," He hissed at me, I just snapped my teeth at him. I would not listen to his lies, not this time.

I looked him in the eye before I killed him. I made sure the last thing he ever saw in life was me. To show him I was no longer weak. I would no longer bow down to him out of fear. I was no longer afraid.

I bit through his throat, spitting out his blood as it spilled in my mouth. I don't want his blood in my mouth. His blood was bitter. Evil.

I looked around, but most of the rogues were dead, lying on the floor, littering the floor.

The remaining rogues turned tails and ran, a few of the warriors ran after them, making sure they didn't get away.

I shifted back, grabbing some clothes from a tree close by, I still don't understand how they get there.... Do clothes grow on trees now?

Stepping through the rubble, I slowly made my way back into the ruins.

Forest was still fighting Elias. Everyone else was gone. He was the last one. The only one left. The only one still alive?

I walked over to Atlas and Isla, they were watching Forest, but as I came closer they pulled their eyes from the fight.

Atlas smiled at me, "I'm glad you're back," I smiled back at him. I was back, but for how long?

"I'm so glad you're alright," Isla whispered to me, pulling me into a hug. I smiled at her. Not saying anything.

How do you lie to the people who took you in when you had nobody?

You don't. But you don't answer either.

I turned my eyes back to the fight.

My wolf whined out for Forest. He was fighting well, but seemed to be tiring.

I didn't fully know how this day would go.

But I did know how this would go. I knew what was about to happen. I knew how this would end.

I would not allow it.

I will write a different ending for everyone.

I was going to stop it, whatever the cost.

They were still fighting, but Elias was starting to lose. Time was ticking down. Time was running out.

I didn't know where he was hiding. But I knew he was here, somewhere.

I had to be alert.

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For the next few minutes, as everyone else was cheering for Forest, screaming happily as he started to get the advantage, I stayed quiet, alert.

I kept my eyes sharp.

I looked around, staring at all the shadows, searching for him.

I knew I wouldn't find him, but it may give me a better idea where I was looking.

A slight movement from the corner of the room had me changing positions, ready.

The clock struck 12 O'clock.

Forest got my father in a headlock, his teeth around his throat.

And bit down.

There was a bang from the corner of the room, as I knew there would be.

I jumped.