All Chapters of His Mate's Silent Cry: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

61. WILL SHE FIND US?[CASTLE EPHRAIM: THE COUNCIL ROOM] A cacophony of thundering voices and the loud bangs of the table and chairs reverberated across the spacious room, which was bombarded by unfamiliar faces of the five different pack leaders, accompanied by their advisors. Pierce sat quietly in a corner, twenty seconds away from Sir Bernard and Elizabeth. His eyes averted from one place to another, observing the imperfection that was taking place. The room that was once a safe place for the secrets and the truths of the Fridolf Pack went in flames— the very same room that Levi concluded to be a sacred place was filled with a zoo of wild animals, stomping their feet and breaking every wall with their voiceless foreign slurs.Endless demands and ruthless queries flew throughout the room like papers thrown unceremoniously in the air. Everyone went amoke like demented animals in a squabble for leftovers. 1"You don't deserve to be on that chair, Levi should not have given you the

"A BATTLE WITH YOURSELF!" •••[AMETHYST CORVUS; ALTHEA MAGNUS]"Don't listen to her!" "She is a traitor!" "She is a distraction! Not you!" Voices lurked in the chambers of her ears. Her eyes had nowhere to look but to stare deep into the eyes of the girl who was looking back at her with a menacing smile on her features. "Wha…t!?" A confused Amethyst breathed out, nervously staggering as a lump danced in the centre of her throat. It was almost like she was looking at her reflection in the mirror. The only differences were that the one in front of Amethyst did not have horns. The other Amethyst had long, wavy ginger-coloured hair and a pair of emerald, glowing eyes. She wore a smile that Amethyst longed to wear— a smile that drove many away— a smile that defined who Amethyst Corvus was. Shocked and unable to grasp what was happening, Amethyst shifted her eyes away from the other her [The Other Amethyst] and looked around her to find nothing but darkness. "Who are you? Wendell?"

[THEY FORCED ME TO BECOME A DEMON'S DAUGHTER; THEY FORCED ME TO CRY AND I DID! WELCOME ME, FATHER— I WANT TO COME HOME! OPEN YOUR ARMS FOR ME TO ENVELOPE! LET YOUR EARS CARY THE SONG OF MY SILENT CRY!"] •••Darkness victoriously embraced the room as soon as it went as quiet as a graveyard. It was out of the blue that it became exceedingly cold and the air was profoundly heavy for the present creatures to help their respiratory system to adjust to the sudden change in the air. It was visibly 'all eyes on Amethyst' and she surprisingly was not taken aback; instead she felt like a paramount individual, intended to be respected. Her feet confidently made their way in Prince Dwight's direction whilst she grinned like a Cheshire cat. "In your presence! I hope you did not wait for a very long time." Amethyst aired in a high-pitched voice that encouraged a smile of fascination to protrude on Prince Dwight's features. "No…not at all, my dear, Althea!" Shrugging his shoulders and shaking

Ashen eyes with colourless eyelashes slowly opened to disclose the rate at which they were bloodshot. Without hurrying themselves, they scanned the dark room that had nothing in it but a bed, the owner of the eyes lay in. "You finally woke up! How tiring it was to wait for you, my patience almost ran out but he…he convinced me!" Mauve murmured as soon as she sashayed out of the blackness caused by the limited light in the room.Her dark eyes were staring deadly at Lord Rafael— pure disgust and loathing were visibly overwhelming her pale features as she got closer to him. Lord Rafael frowned at Mauve with confusion that was openly accompanied by indignation, whilst his brain tried by all means to recall all the events that took place before he was in a situation he found himself in. Every part of his body was aching with unbearable pain. He could not move his body, for it felt like nails were pinning down his bones on the bed— slightly shaking his figure felt like he was tearing hi

"What do you mean!? You mistakenly turned her?!" A husky voice that belonged to Mauve boomed a query that Douglass's ears failed to register in his head. His shaking hands were worriedly scrutinizing the girl's face, which was becoming pale— almost blue. "I meant to drain her but something stopped me! Just…just trust me, will you!?" Douglass inarticulately aired as his eyes watched the one who was lying down, moan in pain. She was quivering and convulsing as if she were being enchanted by a demon. There were small, black lines forming on her neck— the same spot where Douglass had sunk his fangs into. Blood was still oozing, creating a crimson pool right on the pillow, where her head was resting. Her eyes were tightly shut while on the other side, she panted heavily, hoping to pacify her heart that was thumping rapidly in the centre of her ears— disadvantaging her from making sense of all that was suddenly happening to her. The voices of the two individuals travelled inside her ear