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Chapter 6 - Demika
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2024-08-04 02:58:45“Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose.
“The most beautiful thing about life is having the ability to capture special moments; having the ability to stop time because, sometimes, moments can get too big and complicated for us… and it can be scary, especially when we do not know the right decision to make in handling it because we’re just too scared to not fail. Sometimes, in that moment we fold, do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing… and before you know it the moment has passed.
In the process of trying not to fail by our decisions, we end up failing, and becoming stupid in the glaring face of falling in love.
We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live.
The world is just one ginormous roller-coaster ride of hypocrisy, where the strong trample on the weak; the voiced truncate the voiceless, the brave frighten the faint-hearted, and the sighted outshine the unsighted…as long as they are in position of power. It has always been so since time immemorial. And if by any chance the weak, the voiceless, the faint-hearted and the unsighted outnumber the opposite variants respectively, the reverse will be the case… no questions asked. This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wish to acknowledge.
And if we continue to live the way we do right now - where the strong oppress the weak and the voiceless is swallowed up by the voiced - we disgrace the past and don’t deserve the future.
Fate, they say, is inevitable… but fate, for me, is just another word for bad luck. Hence, fate is not meant to control us… if you fail to control your fate, it will control you.
I am at a cross road where I cannot tell what is real and what’s not anymore… I just hope I’m not losing it.”
Demika finishes her diary entry but remains restive. She lies on her bed face up, staring at her ceiling while reminiscing last night’s episode at the party.
She thinks about what could’ve happened to her if Mr. Robinson was not as fast as he did to intervene between her and an Omega of the Aramanthian Pack suspected to have been doing the bidding of Charmaine.
Her protector was nowhere to be found… and Wilson who gave her his word to be protected was also nowhere to be found.
To crown it all up, the Aramanthian Omega was picking on her because of her friend Selena.
Charmaine is with the illusion that Selena stole her man, she needed to show her why she is the daughter of an Alpha. Unfortunately, it would have been difficult to bully Selena, seeing she is also a werewolf and a primary interest of Alpha Wilson. Charmaine wouldn’t dare to incur the wrath of Wilson.
Her best shot was to pick on someone close to Selena… and in this case Demika.
Tossing on her bed, she remembers the promise Selena made to her when they just turned sixteen and she shifted for the first time.
“Rain falls on everyone; it’s just that some get wetter than others… but eventually the rain will definitely stop. And when it does start again, please allow me to be your umbrella… even when it’s not raining, I’ll still be your umbrella. I’ll never let anything happen to you as long as I’m breathing.”
These lines had always encouraged Demika as to taking great risks as a human following Selena, a werewolf, into wolf’s den.
She has always been shielded by this promise, until last night’s incident when her face would have been ripped off by the Aramanthian Omega, unprovoked, save for the swift intervention of Selena’s dad.
After she waited for Selena for a long while and she was not coming, she had decided to step out for some fresh air when the Omega shifted in the Pack House - which is a crime according to the Lycan constitution… no one is allowed to shift and attack another on sacred ground, which is the Pack House - and attacked Demika.
He was sloppy, which gave Mr. Robinson just enough time to intervene. The wolf had missed its first attack, Demika was already on the ground and it was coming for the second dive; this time to rip off her face.
Demika saw her life flashed before her eyes… then from nowhere, Mr Robinson caught the mutt by its tail and flung it against the wall, squealing like a scared little piglet. It dashed off afterwards.
But something happened in that brief moment when Demika thought it was the end; she felt a burning sensation. In that split second she saw Selena and Wilson lying in the woods naked and covered in dirt, and also swiftly saw Selena’s dad do what he did before he even did it. It was like she saw the future, only for a little bit, before it happened… like a flash.
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