Ugly Scars
1237 Words
SARAH'S POV
Depending on Philly to guide me in and out of the forest was a bad idea. She brought me here to pick the flowers that have grown along the banks of the river.
When I thought I had picked enough, I called to her but the girl was no where to be found.
I start to panic, I can't find my way back alone in this darkness. "Philly! Philly! Please don't leave me in this darkness! Philly!" I call desperately hoping she is still around. No one answers.
She left me! I can barely see a single path out of this place, but I have to leave. Whatever way that leads out of this place, I will use it.
I move towards the only clearing my eyes can spot. Maybe from there, I can find a clear path.
I enter the clearing but I still can't see a path out of it that can lead outside the forest.
"Philly! Philly! I got the flowers, let's go home!" I call one last time. I see twigs move and a tall figure steps into the clearing. Thank God!
I run to her but suddenly halt in my tracks when I see who it really is that came to my rescue. The most stunning, most powerful creature of our kingdom, the Angel Prince himself. His massive wings makes him look both caring and lethal.
A happy smile curves on my lips as I bow in respect. "Your Majesty! I am so glad to see you, I think I am lost. This place is scary!" I say breathlessly.
I look up at his face and realise he is glaring down at me. What wrong have I done already?
"Were you scared when you attacked my mate?!" His deep voice roars. What is he talking about?
"Attacked? What mate?!" I exclaim, astounded. The man's glower intensifies. I am starting to feel terrified. "Sorry...I don't know about that. I came to fetch flowe-"
His strong hand wraps around my neck, cutting off the flow of air. I am raised up in the air as his fingers squeeze my neck, my limbs flail.
"You pathetic, evil thing! You're jealous of your own sister because she is better than you?! You had to try killing her for that?!"
I feel like my neck is about to snap. The pain is barely allowing me to hear a word he says.
From the corner of my eye, I spot Philly rushing to us, she has a wooden rod in her hands. There is suddenly more and more people approaching, armed! They yell out things my mind can't register due to the pain.
I try to mouth to Philly to help me. I smirk curves on her lips as she rushes forward. With the wooden rod, she smacks me on my back. A sharp, excruciating pain shoot from the area the blow landed. I try to scream but the Princes hand still squeezes my throat.
More and more blows land on my body, kicks, punches, and even whips. The pain is too much and my body starts to grow numb.
I feel the Prince realise his hold on my neck and I fall with a bang. More blows land, I scream, no one cares! One blow on the head by Philly's wooden rod knocks me out.
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ISAIC'S POV
People have always claimed I am too merciful for someone with too much power. I don't like seeing people getting hurt, especially when they seem helpless.
But today, I don't feel any pity towards the girl being beaten to death in front of me. She attacked the most important person in my life. If she had succeeded in killing Irene, which I know was her goal, I would never have a wife or child.
What is unnerving though is the girl's smell. She has my mates unique, very pleasant scent. But she is not the one foretold to be my mate and she is a werewolf. No way I can be mated to a werewolf and an evil one!
I wonder if Irene would like her little sister dead even though she attacked her and her friends. She didn't seem rueful when she told me to stop the evil girl.
But people overreact under emotion and later regret it. It is best I take the girl back to the pack cells, if Irene agrees to have her sister killed for the sake of others safety, then I will order a public execution.
"Stop!" I say but some angry pack members keeps on hitting the unconscious body.
"I said stop!" I roar in a louder, more authoritative voice. They immediately step away.
"This pig needs to die! She is good for nothing!" One woman screams pointing at the bloodied figure on the ground.
"She will face a public execution, I will order it myself!" I say. Some don't look pleased but others cheer.
"That's the best thing to do, Your Majesty! It will be a lesson to the evil that seeks to hurt your family." The same woman agrees. She and her friends high five.
Two pack solders pick the still body up. One seems too gentle towards her, he is probably her mate. I feel bad for him, he has been mated to a beautiful, evil animal!
Yes, the girl was beautiful! At least before those blows landed on the face. Now it looks like a smashed watermelon. She deserved it. Because such jealousy was always going to harm others, including my Irene.
The two solders lead the way back to the pack house. The one soldier concerned about her does his best to keep her wounds from getting dirt. I wonder what is the point when the girl herself seemed dirtier than a pig when I found her. She was dressed in the ugliest clothes I have ever seen. Something must be wrong with her mind.
Irene's family are waiting at the gate when we reach the palace. No one except the grandmother, the pack prophetess, seems shocked at the dreadful sight of Irene's sister's bloodied body.
Now I am convinced the girl must be as evil as Irene and her friends say. How evil can one be to be hated by her own parents?!
The old woman falls to her knees, checking the girls palse. I am sure the thing is still alive, for now.
"She is almost dead! This isn't right! She is the good girl, you people hurt the wrong girl!" The old woman wails.
Joan and Irene's mother drags the woman away, she goes kicking and screaming. She is just emotional because good people love their loved ones even when they don't deserve it.
Irene runs to my side. For the first time, she hugs me and relaxes in my arms.
This is what I have always longed for.
"I thought killing her would hurt you, so I brought her back." I say and she jumps away. She doesn't seem happy.
"That animal is alive?! You brought her back here?!" Irene shrieks.
"I am going to order a public execution. The moment she wakes up, she will be hanged, publicly." I say and I see my mate relax once more.
"You have no idea the monster in that girl, we will never have peace with her around." She explains, tears flowing.
"She will be executed, that I promise!"
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