Chapter Two Hundred and That Eight
Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Eight
Bailey’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the dagger now prodding out of her chest. I didn’t stop at that. I pulled the dagger out, only to strike over and over again, till I was sure she was dead.
She fell to the floor in a puddle of her own blood, and finally I paused to stare at her.
It was over; I couldn’t believe it. I would be free.
I didn’t know I was crying till I felt the tears against my cheeks; this wasn’t tears of pain or sadness but of relief. It worked. I couldn’t believe it worked; I had been one step ahead of her.
I took Bailey’s body deeper into the woods, a shovel in my hand, and when I was completely out of sight, I began digging as quickly as I could. I dumped her body into the hole I had dug. I had been about to cover her up when I heard the footsteps. I turned, but I had been a second too late. Something hard came into contact with my head, and I fell to the ground.
The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Nick’s figure standing over me.
I awoke with a start. My head hurt, and I noticed I was bound to a chair.
My blurred vision got clearer, and I noticed two figures, Nick and… Bailey.
“I guess the water did the trick,” she says, tossing the now empty bucket away. I, on the other hand, was soaking wet.
I had killed her. I had driven the silver dagger into her heart over and again, how could she still be alive? That should be impossible.
“I guess you are wondering why I am still breathing. The answer to that is very simple. You mistook me for a regular werewolf. You have to do better than silver daggers to end me,” she said with a sick smile on her face.
My gaze found Nick.
“You.” I called out venemously.
“Yes Riley. Me. I am the reason you were not successful with your little burial and, of course, why you are here.”
“Why, Nick?, why would you do this to me?” I questioned, and then it clicked–he was being compelled too. “So you’ve got him compelled too?” I questioned Bailey, and she only laughed.
“No one has me compelled; I am here because I want to be.”
“You are working with her?”
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Yes, I am. It might hurt, but I need to reveal one more secret to you, one I should have told you.” He said with a simile, like he found his words funny. “Another reason I turned you was to help the elder get her revenge; I hadn’t lied about the other reasons though; I thought you would be a good partner for me, but that was not the main reason for turning you.”
“So… everything, it was all an act?”
“What else did you
think?”
“No.” I whispered. This I didn’t expect, no, not at all.
“Oh yes, Riley. When you came to our pack, Bailey showed up too; she had the plan all sorted out, and I went along with it.”
“What did she promise you in exchange?”
“Nothing. I was ready to do anything to bring the Alpha King, who is also the last Lycan, down. Also, as a turned one, it is my duty to serve the elders, and so I made you feel at home back at my pack, and then I attempted the ritual on you, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it to be, you were more than willing. You almost died, and it would have messed up our plan, but well, you didn’t, and turns out the game is still on.”
“You fool. She is only using you for her personal gain; when she doesn’t need you anymore,
would be tossed away like the trash you are.
you
Nick slapped me, hard..
“I’ll be careful of what I say if I were you; you are under my control now, and I could really hurt you.”
