Chapter Six: Lust and escape II

AMELIA’S POV

“Let's run away from the pack tonight; this is our perfect opportunity.” He said, and I froze. He made sense, but the consequences of running away would be brutal. If Talon doesn't wake up, I would definitely be killed.

“But…but… you know what would happen if both of us goes missing. They would assume that I poisoned him and escaped. They'll hunt me down.” I stuttered. 

“That’s true, but there's no one here at the moment. Now think of what would happen if they saw you here instead. This is the perfect time to escape all this mess, Amelia.” He looked at me with pleading eyes.

Charles was right, the pack would maul me down if they saw me here. The doctors already knew who I was.

“It's all my fault. I shouldn't have allowed you to get involved in this, now see what I got you into.” Charles muttered with a forlorn look on his face.

“None of this was your fault. You only wanted the best for the king and the people. You didn't know that this would happen. I made the herbs; therefore I’ll carry my cross.” I assured him, rubbing his shoulders.

“No.” He looked at me sharply, “I won't let you go through this alone. We’re leaving the pack now, and we better make good our escape.” He said with a stubborn look.

He wasn't going to listen to me, my heart warmed that someone cared for me. Charles cared for me that he was willing to get in trouble for me.

“Though we might or might not be successful, we should give it a trial rather than waiting here to be caught. I need you to trust me.” He held my hands.

“I trust you.” I said, even though I was still a bit afraid. I had asked for the doctors to return to their inns and come the next morning. We should have escaped by then.

Charles walked towards the door and looked through the slight space on it, as the door wasn't properly closed.

“The doctors are gone, but there are some guards outside.” He informed.

“Let's leave through the door. You have to be calm and control your emotions, act like everything is fine. We can't afford them to get suspicious of us.” He said, and I nodded.

This was happening, I was finally escaping the pack for real. We walked out through the door, past the guards with a straight expression on our faces.

“Do you want to take anything with you?” He asked.

I was a maid, I didn't have anything to take with me except for the locket that was always on my neck as long as I could remember. I touched my neck, but I couldn't feel it, I must have left it on the table while hurrying to get my work done.

“My locket.” I muttered. It was just a locket, but I was unable to let it go, I felt a connection to it. In the locket, there were two faded pictures of a man and a woman whom I assumed to be my parents. It comforted me any time I was sad and downcast.

“Go get it, meet me outside. I’ll go prepare a carriage.” He said.

I hurried off to my room, rushing down the long staircase. I pushed open the wooden door which creaked loudly, I looked around and hoped I hadn't drawn any attention. I had to be careful, if the head maid noticed me, she would surely definitely give me a hard time.

The locket was lying safely on the old wooden table in my room. I picked it up, snapping it open to look at the pictures which gave me comfort before putting it on. 

I looked around the room, checking if there was something else I could take. The clothes I had were best called rags. After contemplating, I decided to leave them. 

Giving the room one last look, I made to dash out when I saw the head maid standing at my door, with her hands akimbo, watching me with a suspicious look in her eyes.

‘Oh no! Damn it!’ I exclaimed in my head, I should have been more careful enough. This woman was a witch, what was she doing by this time of the night? Just when I wanted to escape.

“You seem in a hurry. Where are you planning to go to by this time of the night, huh? Are you cheating on the king?” She asked, her eyes widening.

“I, uh…I was about to go see the king.” I stuttered, to make my voice firm to avoid suspicions.

“And I’m not cheating on the king.” I said in a firmer tone, throwing her a subtle glare. I was already getting tired of being called names and being accused. I was a bit surprised at myself when I defended myself.

“Did you just glare at me? You filthy whore!” She growled.

‘Oh, she noticed.’ I thought.

“I’m not a whore.” I muttered, yet again.

“Wow.” She chuckled. “This is new. Don't tell me you're letting the fact that you're the king's breeder get into your head. The king does not care about your existence. You're only needed to open your filthy legs like the whore you are, and bare pups for the packs.” She laughed scornfully.

Tears stung my eyes as she said those words, my reality. 

“Do not call me that. I AM NOT A WHORE.” I spelt it out for her. I knew I was being stupid for irking her, she was a much stronger wolf, and would easily beat me up. Charles must be worried as I hadn't arrived outside. 

“How dare you talk back at me?” She growled as she half transformed, charging at me. She gripped my neck and slammed me against the wall with great force. She bared her fangs as saliva dripped through it.

I choked, trying to remove her hands from my neck.

“Don't you ever forget your place bi—” 

She didn't complete her statement as I heard a cracking sound. It was her head, it twisted at an unusual angle and she released me, falling down on the cold floor, dead.