Chapter 6

Valerie’s POV

A surge of rage coursed through my veins as I stared into the eyes of my enemy. The bastard that almost ruined my life and that of April, forcing her into a world filled with nightmares and suffering. It has taken a lot to help her heal from such a horrible experience, but none of it was working. I couldn’t take her to a therapist or they might find out who we are. But what option do I have left? I was nothing like a therapist and had no idea what it takes to heal her mind and fears. I think I also need a therapist.

And there he stood, with his hands casually tucked into his pocket, staring at me with disinterest, not saying a word. It was then that it clicked in my head; Tyler was the son of the Silvercrest's Alpha, which means I had been living in the pack of my sworn enemy for three years, without knowing! What the actual fuck?!

I never cared about knowing the name of the pack since I had always hated werewolves, or maybe I heard it just once, but it never registered in my mind. But now I think I do care about the name, at least for the sake of April.

“Hey! What are you looking at?” I snapped out of my reverie when one of the guys barked, glaring hard at me. That was when I noticed the bloodstain on his collar and the heavy stench of blood around them. He must’ve done something terrible again, just like he’s known to, with the help of his minions. Killing innocent people because of his never-ending thirst for power.

“Follow me,” I spoke calmly, masking the seething anger in my voice. Leading them to their rooms, I resisted the urge to grab one of them, especially Tyler though, and feed on him, till there is no blood left in his veins. I bet I’ll puke though, his blood might just be bitter as his reputation. As soon as I was done, I stared at the door where Tyler was in before heading out of the corridor and down the stairs.

I locked the motel, knowing we weren’t going to have any customers again, heading up to my room torn between two decisions—driving out of this fucked up pack first thing tomorrow or staying and executing my plans on these murderers. But why was I worried? Staying back in the pack would mean putting April's life in danger. I had no idea why they chose to lounge here when they could simply drive back to the packhouse, but it would only be a matter of time before they find out who we are.

The lights in the room were off and I sighted April through the dark room, lying on the bed, fast asleep. Without a heavy emotion-filled sigh, I loosened the band, holding my hair up in a rough ponytail, and dropped it on the top of the drawer. I quickly locked the door for safety since we had enemies under our roof before pulling off my clothes and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. In a few minutes, I was out, using a towel to try the water out of my hair. I got dressed in my blue nightwear and walked to the window, looking out of it as usual into the empty streets, before pulling the curtains down and walking into the room.

It has been my routine for the past three years to ensure our safety and that no one was secretly watching us. I grabbed the torch I usually keep by the bed and took out a diary with a black cover from the drawer before moving to sit at the table opposite the bed. Glancing at April one last time, I picked up a bed and opened the diary, flipping through the pages before arriving at a blank page.

*Day 1101*

I leaned back, heaving out a deep sigh after scribbling down that entry. Biting my lips, I leaned against the table to write down today’s event and the little progress in finding my parent’s killer. When we first arrived at the motel, Grandma had advised me to write every one of my thoughts down to reduce the heaviness in my heart after all that happened. As much as she was very helpful to me, she had no idea I was a reborn and actually knew who my parents' killer was. Over the years, I have learned not to spill any of my secrets to anyone, not that I suspected she would tell on me, but I barely trusted anyone after what happened with Eve in my past life.

Only Hades knows where she would be right now, probably somewhere around the pack, enjoying her life to the fullest, since her lover was the next-to-be alpha.

What about putting an end to her happiness?

The first step to my quest for vengeance.

I leaned back against the chair, fixing my eyes on the lower drawer where I kept the weapon, which grandma gave to me, stating they were strictly for safety. I guess this would be the first time I will be going against her words. After all, isn’t killing my parent’s murderers also part of safety?

Hurriedly, I grabbed the keys to the drawer, which I kept in one of my old bags, and knelt down, opening the drawer. I grabbed the gun, fixing the silver bullets scattered around the drawer into it. I stood up and glanced at the clock—it was past 11 pm already and I was sure everyone would be asleep. I rushed towards the door in silent footsteps, gently unlocking it not to cause any noise or wake Grandma, whose room was opposite ours. Just as I stepped a foot outside the room, I heard April whimper.

“Mommy... Don’t go Mommy… please..” I could hear her frantic breaths as she began tossing restlessly around the bed. Closing my eyes, I exhaled deeply and returned to the room, gently shutting the door and locking it. I returned the gun to the drawer after removing the bullets and kept the key in the bag, before making my way to the bed to lie beside April.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here with you.” I stroked her hair softly with my fingers, peppering kisses around her head. When she finally calmed down, I leaned my head against the pillow, looking up at the white ceiling, blinking repeatedly as tears filled my eyes. I hated crying because it made me feel weak, but watching her this way broke those high walls I built around myself. Watching her face this cruel life, I knew I needed to be strong and make them pay for this, and with the progress today, I think I’m just on the right path to make that happen. Tomorrow is another day to pen something down in that diary, something useful or maybe the death of some certain people.