Chapter Thirty Eight

Emily's POV 

“Yes,” I answered.

“Good, you can get going.”

“No, I'm going to go to the Galahad clan as a bride.” I said.

Matteo's eyes widened. “You can't be serious,” he said.

“No I am pretty serious.” I said and Matteo clenched his fists.

“Do you not know that the werewolves who attacked are Jacob Galahad’s men? If he has the desire to kill you, what more would he do to you when you're under his thumb?” Matteo asked me.

“You never really cared for me, Matteo, stop pretending like you do. I'm going to the Galahad clan and I'm going to make a difference.” I said which made Matteo frown.

“Well, it's your decision. Don't come crying to me when your plans don't work out. Don't forget, Jacob Galahad intended to kill you and he'll do worse when you're in his clan.”

I looked at my rider who was dead on the ground. He had tried to protect me and that didn't work out well for him. It made my heart ache a little.

Matteo looked at Fayne and then turned to me.

“Who is he?”

“My slave.” I said.

Matteo kicked Fayne and he backed down a bit, but I could see the blood soaking through his clothing. He was not okay. I held back the urge to go to him and Matteo looked at me closely. I could tell he was trying to test me to see if I cared about Fayne. I focused my gaze on Matteo while not showing any emotion.

“Your slave…” Matteo said and I nodded.

After seeing that I did not have the response that he wanted, he turned away. “I'll send one of my men to drive you to the Galahad clan. What happens to you afterwards is none of my business. Don't forget, Jacob Galahad will know that I killed his men then he will harbor hate towards you. Anyway, like I said, it's none of my business. You choosed this.”

Matteo disappeared into the woods and a man in a top, trousers and boots heads out. The moment he saw me, he bowed slightly.

“I’ll drive you to the Galahad clan.” He said.

I nodded. “Before we go, please dig a pit where we can bury the dead rider.” I told him and he nodded.

While Matteo's man dug a ditch, I stood there and watched. When the ditch was ready, Matteo's man put the dead rider in it and buried him.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't even want the rider's name.

“Thank you…” I trailed off to Matteo's man as I didn't know his name.

“It's Collins, ma'am.”

“Thank you Collins,” I said, then I turned to the grave for my dead rider.

“Thank you for trying to protect me, I'm forever grateful.” I said. Then I sighed. “If only I knew his name…”

“Tim.” Fayne whispered.

I turned to Fayne and raised a brow.

“I asked his name when I was sitting with him front of the carriage,”

“Oh,” I said.

I carved a stone with Tim's name and placed it on the shallow grave. 

“We should go now, the Galahad clan must be waiting.” I said.

Collins nodded. I started to climb into the carriage. Once again, Fayne stretched his hand forth to help me but I ignored his hand and got in the carriage myself.

Fayne may probably feel bad about it but i decided to not care. I didn't want to give anybody anything to talk about by caring for my ‘slave’

I sensed Fayne sit next to Collins in the front of the carriage and then the carriage started moving forward.

Soon, the afternoon passed and when it was evening we finally arrived at the Galahad clan.

In front of the gate, i heard Collins speak loudly.

“The bride is here!”

There was no response for a while.

“What is going on here?” I asked out loud.

Could it be that Jacob Galahad expected me to be dead? If not, why weren't people stationed in front of the gate to receive me? It was weird.

“Collins, what is going on?” 

I stepped out of the carriage and before I could comport myself, I tripped and was about to fall when Fayne grabbed me by the waist.

My veil fell off of my face causing me to stare up into Fayne's eyes. He looked at me with his eyes and then he cleared his throat and let me go.

Then he picked up the fallen veil and placed it in my hands.

“um, ma'am, I can't be here any longer.” Collins said after a while of being outside with no one receiving me.

“Why not?” I asked him and he cleared his throat.

“I have other tasks to pursue for master Matteo.”

“You can go,” I told Collins and Fayne turned to me.

“Are you sure? I'm a human, I can't protect you if other werewolves attacks.”

“It's fine,” I said. “After all, I signed up for this.” I turned to Collins.

“Thank Matteo for me when you get back.”

Collins bowed. “Sure will.”

Then he disappeared into the woods, leaving me alone ith Fayne.

Fayne looked at me cautiously. “Please get in the carriage at least.”

“No, I will not.” I said and proceeded to walk to the gate. 

I knocked on the iron steel gate multiple times untill the knuckles of my fingers started bruising.

“Emily, please stop this. Your fingers are going to bleed.” Fayne told me but I pushed him away from me.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“But I'm here with you so it has something to do with me.”

Fayne's words had me frozen in place for a minute. 

“Emily,” Fayne said as he held my hand softly. 

“You should not be going through this,”

I sensed movements within the gate. Someone was coming.

“I—”

I placed my finger over Fayne's mouth, forcing him to hush.

“Jacob Galahad is my groom. I don't think he means for me to be locked outside.” I said.

Just then, the gate opened.