The Vengeful Luna

Who am I?

Who am I? I keep asking myself this question as I float back and forth between consciousness and sleep. I am Aeolian. I am the alpha of a small newborn pack. I left my old pack because s**t went down when my mate turned out to be a vampire. Elanor. The most beautiful, the most gentle and caring woman I could ever meet. Her hair had the color of hay, her eyes were golden liquid caramel, her voice was soft and she was just as short as her temper. A lovely combination, a bubbly one , just like a fine sparkly wine. She smelled like berries and just thinking of her, I could smile. As if she was just out of my reach ~

Despite the ache, despite the terrible things she had been through, she had always found her way back to me. Back into my arms. She fought it. She fought it all. She fought me, she fought herself and she was ready to fight the world at some point. And despite the fact that She came back wounded from those fights, bleeding, tired and famished, starving for attention, love and care, she had found it within her to love and accept love again.

The bastards that trapped me, the bastards that now had me at their will now, they had her too. They tortured, hurt and tried to break her spirit, but they did not manage to .

And now, they were going to try it with me. I knew it . I could feel it in my bones.

These bastards were horrible, wicked and unholy creatures, cursed by their lust, by their Gods and by themselves, into an endless life of suffering. We call them vampires, among other things. Creatures that feed on blood and despair.

Among them, was Demetri, the worst of the devils.

Over these past days, I learned he was nothing but a psychopath. A clinically insane person honestly. He loved abusing, just for the sake of fun. Absolute horrible shithead.

I remember as if it were yesterday. My mate, with open wounds within her chest, saying yes as I proposed to her, only to be dragged away from her moments later when I found myself captured by her own kind. Why? Because there were things I could not understand still, playing out right under our noses.

I remember her smile, I remember her worry, I remember the shinning of the ring under the moonlight. I also remember her screams, the way she fought my pack mates to break free and help me. But I would not allow it. I would not allow her to take a blow for me. And I was stupid to jump into a fight without knowing my opponent. Demetri was insanely strong, and his fighting style was nothing of the sort I'd ever met before. He bested me. Full of shame, I will admit that he was a better fighter. Not a smarter one, but a better one. So I ended up in this pit. In this horrible stinky pit. Or was it a pit? no.. It was a small room where I barely had room to move. a small room with no windows or source of light. a small room with a door that rarely opened, and when it did...

I miss her. I miss my beautiful mate, I miss my pack and the small community we had built throughout time, despite the hardships we had all faced together. I could feel them slowly fade away from me, turning their backs and walking away. Most of them did that at least. but not my mate. My mate was ready to fight and search the world for me. My beta, my stupidly explosive beta, was by her side, and I was proud to have two amazing women at my side.

I feel like i'm slipping back into my subconsciousness. Pain is ever so present in my body and I'm nauseous from its intensity. It feels warm and it's a break from all of it. From pain, from screams, from grim thoughts and foul people. It's where I meet her again. Where I meet my mate , where I can hold her again. Where she's smiling at me and playing with my hair. Where she hold my child, our lovely, healthy and joy filled child. What a beautiful memory. Or... was it a dream? I'm not sure at this point.

I know one thing for sure though... I have to repeat this to myself. Over and over again. Who am I? I am all this and so much more. But with each day passing, details slip away from me and I'm afraid I'll lose myself to the nothingness that's slowly wrapping itself around me. I'm afraid that my memories will fade away. That the image of my everloving mate will vanish and I'll be alone again. alone in my mind, my life, my pain....

Who am I? I am ... a shadow of the man i used to be.