Chapter 003

... Alpha Diego...

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Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. 

Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it.

It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. 

It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone. 

I bent over at the bracelet and let my blood drop on the red beads, it gave a bright glow. I shut my eyes and with difficulty, muttered a prayer to the moon goddess.

*..My last chance. I failed. Not just you, not just myself; but my pack. The pack you entrusted in my care. I failed everyone. At the expense of my life, I plead for salvation; one last chance. A chance to ruthlessly right my wrongs, without mercy or remorse to the ones involved. I am grateful enough for this opportunity to talk to you in a situation like this. Let me kill the ones responsible for this, that is all I need and in response, I will give you my life and any other thing that you want..* 

Just as I rounded up, the ground began to shake. I felt my skin tearing off and a thicker layer taking over its place, groans after groans poured out from my mouth as the new being took full force over me, I could feel the commencement of the sacred Syria curse, could feel the ground under me shaking even more fiercely as the transformation heightened.

It took a moment for it to end and when I opened my eyes, I was in a standing position, the chains were now broken and off me and the atmosphere was now calm. The silence was exhilarating.

My animal skin which was initially brown was now dark, almost as night. My fangs were sharper, the sword still sticking out of me, I felt my claws growing even longer than usual.

I was no longer a wolf, I was something else; something ferocious and evil-looking. Something I sensed was forbidden.

Rage was the only thing I felt, rage and an icy darkness dwelling within; nothing was measurable. It was like I was an empty cold cell with ravaging darkness.

I knew my punishment had just begun, this was only but a taste of the pain I was to experience.

My eyes were bloodshot and with my face grimaced, I looked around to find a pile of dead werewolves lingering on the floor. Somehow, I felt a bit of satisfaction but it wasn't enough to cover my darkness.

Fastidiously, my gaze searched for Kyra and I soon found her dead body just beside me. I bent beside her, lowered my body, and stared at her body in anger, in obsolete rage. It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore.

She can't die just yet, she has to die by my hands, I need to rip her apart myself after saving the sword.

*..I will find you, Kyra. I will take down the world just to meet you again and this time I will kill you most horrible and unimaginable, I will crush you to a point of nothingness. Even your soul will get its share of my wrath..* 

I whispered to her before finally crouching to the ground and passing out after a loud growl.

**20 years later**

"Mmph!" I bit my lower lip to muffle the pain as I gripped the metal rail tightly, swallowing the sting.

My gaze went to my chest and the sight of the sword stuck into my heart, made me mutter a light cuss. 

It still hurts like hell except lately, I seem to have developed a usefulness to it.

Tch! Scratch that. The pain gets new every day. Just when I start to think I'm getting used to its massive sting, it derives a new method and taunts my tough self to a point of hopelessness.

Hopelessness? Not for me. At least not now.

Until my only aim is achieved, I cannot let such a weak feeling overwhelm me.

It's been twenty years already, twenty years of me seeking and turning the world all over for her. My only reason to be alive, sadly. I would be rid of this pain as soon as my aims are accomplished. 

Twenty years ago, as I prayed to the moon goddess; I had hoped her answer would be with a lesser dose of pain and disturbance. I had hoped the Syria curse- consequences of my betrayal- would be lesser and a bit bearable. 

Whether or not my request was granted, I had no idea but one day I woke up with a heart accursed with an intention only to kill and with the Syria blade still stuck in my heart, constantly releasing waves after waves of pain to me. 

When the pain subsided, I turned around to the table and picked up the wineglass; I took a sip out of the rum when I heard a car drive in. 

I twirled and looked down from the floor I was on, the black Jeep packed roughly into the driveway, and Zayr walked out of it; accompanied by two others.

My attention maximized as I watched them make their way into the building, my curiosity itched with anticipation, and despite it being so many futile years already; I still kept hoping for positivity.

Zayr released a light bow at me as my usual impatient gaze hovered at him.

"Speak!" I ushered.

He turned to Bryan who handed him the box, I stared impatiently as he opened it. My eyes dimmed when I saw the orb now glowing at its faintest.

"We found her!" My gaze remained on the orb despite his revelation. 

He continued, "she is a freshman at Bannon Heights College. Once we walked into the college building, the orb led us to her, we trailed her so we gathered enough information on her. She looks pretty much the same from years back " 

"Good for her," a wicked smirk stayed across my lips. A rush of unfulfilled satisfaction swept through me. "Bannon Heights," I mumbled the name repeatedly.

"We should return--

"Zayr," I cut him off and took off my bracelet before stretching it to him.

"It's time for you to have this " 

"Alpha.." his jaw dropped, speechlessly. "W-what are you doing?"

"The pack deserves a leader like you, Zayr"

"But you are already a better leader, Alpha"

"No. I failed them in the past. I don't even have my wolf anymore, what kind of a leader would I be?"

"I can't do this to you, Alpha," he said, shaking his head negatively.

"I'm Diego now. Just Diego or whatever my current state is called. And don't worry, this is what I want"

"Still, I cannot do this. I don't want to" 

"I have a task that I must fulfill, I will not live after it. Do you still want to reject this?"

He lowered his gaze and hesitantly took the bracelet from me. "I will wait for you, you are still Alpha to me, Diego. I will be with you as your Beta"

I held in a cackle, "You must return, all of you. I do not wish for anyone to partake in my curse. This is my fight alone, you all have done enough"

Zayr drew in a long breath before bringing his gaze to me, "what will you do to her? And what happens to you afterward"

"Once I confirm that she can see the sword, I will have it returned to its source. Unlike me, I know you will value it more and care for it with your life, Zayr. Promise me that."

"I promise you, Alpha," he said.

I nodded, "when the sword is safe, I will kill her afterward. I do not care what becomes my fate after that. My only aim, even if it becomes the last thing I do; is to kill her. That is my only reason for being alive!" 

Zayr nodded, falling to the ground with the others in a bow. I walked up to Zayr, patting him on his back.

"Don't worry about me Zayr because even I do not care about myself, the pack should be the only thing you think about and.. ah!" I mumbled, biting my lower lip to suppress the pain.

"Alpha--" Zayr sprang up to his feet.

I held out a restraining hand at him, preventing him from touching me. I shut my eyes as a hiss of pain passed through my teeth, and without a second glance at them; I walked into the building, jamming shut the door behind me and sliding down it, letting the pain overwhelm me.

*Oh Kyra..* the name caused a rush of anger to erupt through me. Despite the pain, a smirk curled its way on my lips.

*You just wait, soon you will be at my feet.. crushed to your death by my own hands. And maybe, just maybe will I be able to succumb to this damning pain...*

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