Aria's POV The man looked like he was in a lot of pain, and truth was that, he really was. His skin was so red from the impact of the deadly acid. If anyone saw him at that moment, they would have definitely pitied me. Not me though, there was no ounce of pity for the man in me. I even wanted him to die immediately, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was already about to die anyway, so I didn't want to make his situation worse, not before explaining some things to us.He tried moving forward, with his back still on the ground, but the pain was too much, allowing him to groan loudly in pain. He tightly shut his eyes, saying some curse words under his breath, but I didn't hear him though. His face twisted in pain, and we continued waiting for him to come around. Nobody was even ready to help him at all, because he kind of deserved it.I mean, just a few hours ago, he was literally waving a dagger in my direction, preparing to kill me, but I was happy that I was fast enough to
(ARIA'S P. O. V.)The world around me spins; everything is just so overwhelming, and I can't think straight. Nothing at all makes any sense, even though it is not complicated to understand. "...Your family..." He coughs again into his hands, blood staining them, before proceeding. "....your family were the actual beta, but my father and I cheated them out of their place. We were jealous, people loved them, yet hated us greatly. They called my father a terrible man for his ideas! He-""Your father, Gerrald, was a man who believed in killing all the outcasts to make our clan 'pure' again! My father was a terrible man, but yours? He was a serial killer in disguise!" Scott cut him off, yelling with utmost anger flowing through his veins."My father was a noble man, with revolutionary ideas! Her family didn't deserve to be the betas, they were outcasts and everyone knew about it! They deserved to die, for staining our precious blood with that of another clan. Her mother was of the Mystic c
(ARIA'S P. O. V.)I growled in frustration of my inability to do anything to save my boy; I felt like I had failed as a mother. Tears stung at the back of my eyes at the thought of losing my only child. All the times that we had spent together flashed before my eyes; from the first day I met my boy, to Everytime he drew or made something from me. From his extreme love towards video games, to the way he'd dance ridiculously whenever he won Tristan in a match of table tennis. He would call it his "victory dance", combining both some moves of the eighties, and moves of modern dances.No! I couldn't lose my boy; not now, not ever. I was going to try my best, and protect him from this psychopath of a beta. Nothing will harm my baby. Gerrald laughed manically again, squeezing the shoulder of Andrew so tight that I was sure he had left some marks. He winced, his face squeezing in pain as he did so. I growled, tears falling from my eyes. "Stop! Leave my son alone!" I finally bursted, mistake
(ARIA'S P. O. V.)The scene of Scott's death replays in my head over and over again. He fought for us till his last breath, using my distraction of Crystal's father as an advantage. He didn't care if he died in the process, he knew he had died for a noble cause. More tears fell from my eyes, unto the head of my son, wetting his hair, as I watched the very life of Scott, flow out of his body, staining the floor. All the good times I had with Scott from childhood flashed before my eyes in films, like scenes playing from a movie.My heart bled as I thought about it; how we used to be very close. He was a good man at heart, he had just been led and advised by the very wrong people, and had made the wrongest decisions when it came to life. If only he had a better grip of everything; if only he had been led and taught about the world by his mother, and late sister. He wasn't always so harsh, so inconsiderate. It was after his sister had died in a car crash that he turned into a replica of h
(ARIA'S P. O. V.)As he is about to pull the trigger at me, someone lunges on him from the side, with a flying kick. I'm frozen for a second, trying to recover from the shock of nearly being shot. Finally, as my ability to move again is restored, I turned my attention to the floor. Tristan and Gerrald the psycho beta struggle on the floor for a while, before the both of them are able to get up once more. They waste no time, and instantly started exchanging blows, until I feel like I'm watching a Chinese martial arts movie. They continued fighting, until suddenly, Tristan pours two full vials of acid on Crystal's father. Shocked, I checked my pockets to see if those were the remaining two, and to my greatest surprise, they were my bottles meant for the now dead ex Alpha Scott. I couldn't lie to myself; I was quite impressed by how he had so easily managed to take the vials off of me without me even noticing. The ex beta of the blue moon pack, and Crystal's father, Gerrald writhed on t
(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)They looked at me, disbelief clearly showing on their faces. "So what you're saying, is that Gerrald, out of everybody, decided to tie us up, drug us, and attempt killing The Alpha, you, and Aria?" One of the elders says mockingly, anger evident on his face.Though I knew he was using sarcasm, I chose to ignore it by confirming what he had just said. "Yes, That's exactly what I'm saying. Look, I don't expect you to believe me, because all of you were out cold while this whole thing went down, but I'm telling the truth. He did kill Scott, and attempt to kill my Luna and I."They looked disoriented, groggy. It was clear on some of their faces that what I had narrated to them sounded logical."Okay you know what, just start from the beginning so that I can get a better grip of this fairytale you're telling me. Maybe I didn't hear right because of how unarranged my mind is. Start from the beginning." The elder that spoke for all of them said, still clearly not belie
(TRISTAN'S P.O.V.)Slowly, yet steadily, the tense expression on the faces of most of the elders, releases step by step. I feel fulfilled and elated, about the fact that they believed me and trusted me enough not to chain me down without listening to what I had to say. But then again, about two had contrasting expressions; they wore scowles, with a look of pure disbelief and despise in their eyes. "You are a bloody liar, and all of you are complete idiots for believing what this enemy of progress is spilling out. How could you trust our mortal enemy, the same person who had been plotting for years for ways to bring us down? Are you that fooled by illusion? Okay, assuming that they did torture Aria and Scott, then why didn't Aria get killed in the process too? This is all a plot, how could a woman as frail and defenseless as her survive all that they say she went through? She would have probably given up the ghost the moment the blade touched her! You are fools, all of you for decievi
(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)"Ar- I mean, your Majesty, we are sorry. Please find it in your heart to forgive us. I know it'll take a long while before you forget about everything, no one can forgive the injustice of one to another. All I ask from you, dear Luna, is that you may forgive us. People make mistakes, what is divine is the ability to forgive." Said the elder, calmly yet apologetically.The others nodded in agreement, confirming the statement and apology of the elder that had come forth to seek for her forgiveness. It was shown in their eyes, that they were clearly remorseful of the actions that they took all those years ago, and the allegations that they made against the both of us, knowing fully well, that the all the evidence they needed was right before their eyes, and were very clear. Aria turned her face away, avoiding their eyes and faces. Her Expression a mask of a stoney resolve, and her eyes the epitome of indecipherability. It was as clear as day, that she wasn't willing