Chapter 62

Sabrina's POV

When I opened my eyes, I was in a cage. My kids were directly in front of me, meters away, being held while the werewolves yelled at them to get to it. Apparently they were waiting for me to wake up, to mock me.

I groaned in pain. I had been hit repeatedly, even while unconscious. When they noticed that I had woken up, my ex husband appeared in front of me.

At first I thought it was me just hallucinating, still in my own mind but no, he was right there, laughing at me.

“Hello, ex wife?”

I spat out blood in a poor attempt to yell at him. My mouth hurt. Everything hurt. Why did they beat me up?

“Get lost!” I managed to say, my anger increasing as the seconds ticked by.

“Oh you poor little thing.” Laura said, making her own appearance, shocking me even more. I remembered her words, that I gave her Marcus because I knew he was useless, and now she was back with him?

“How did you escape?”

“Where? The little playground you and your hot new husband threw me in? It was easy. I simply just made a few arrangements. You should have killed me when you had the chance, Sister. I'll never stop coming for you.”

She laughed like she was insane.

Sister. It left a bitter mark on my mind. Why did she destroy that?

“What about Orion? You told me you were sleeping with him.” I said it because I knew Marcus was present, to spite and get back at her, but she wasn't moved. My attempt to repay her back was useless.

“You cheated on me?” Marcus asked as he stared at her.

“You beat me up! If you hadn't, maybe I wouldn't have rekindled things with my long-time friend.” She whined and I shook my head in disbelief and pain.

“You didn't tell me but it's fine, I forgive you. Sabrina is here and at our mercy so there's no need for us to fight.” Then they both faced me, and I couldn't believe what had just played in front of me. So he wasn't mad at her for sleeping around while they were still married.

“Look at you, weakling!” She laughed at me, finding my confidence amusing, but it only made me angrier.

“Ellie and Ethan are your niece and nephew. Little kids. How could you lead this war? What did I ever do to you? You chased me out of my house, so what more do you want?” I hit my hands against the iron walls that held me caged as I tried to make her see reason. I wanted to be freed. Why the hell was I imprisoned? Was this their doing?

“Hmm, what do I want? Easy. Once this is over, Marcus and I will take over your husband's pack. It's just how it will be done. You know why? My silly niece and nephew won't make it. Your husband will die and you, I'll kill you myself.”

“Laura!” I roared with an anger I didn't even know I could possess. For the first time ever, I felt nothing towards her, no sisterly emotion. She was completely dead to me and I wanted to crush her. I burned with raw anger.

“Oh Sabrina shut the fuck up and stop yelling. Pity your poor bloody throat. Doesn't it hurt?” This was the last straw. I was hopeless now, but this was war.

I looked up above and ignored her, then just let the tears flow while they both watched.

They were currently tying the kids up and I watched and cried helplessly as they were preparing them for the ritual. They cried for me too, but instead the werewolves hit them and called them cursed.

They also resumed calling me cursed too, the same rumor Laura has spread against me in the past. Everybody was suddenly so bold. The betrayal stung so bad, especially from the members of Kyle's pack. These were kids they used to love, respect and honor.

“Laura, please let the kids go. I promise to run away with them and never resurface. I'll be out of your hair forever. I'll tell my husband to let the throne go, and we'll hand everything over. Just convince the werewolves to let my kids go.”

My voice was truly cracked at this point and I sounded the most pitiful I had ever felt. I wondered where Kyle was and if he even knew.

I wished I had obeyed and not run away. Would he ever forgive me? Will he stop loving me? My heart ached.

Laura looked at me and suddenly went into a fit of scary laughter.

“Sabrina, I will never do such a thing.” She spat at me, then walked away before I could say anything to her. Marcus remained and it's when I caught his eyes ogling my chest that I noticed that my dress was torn in different places.

“You have a wife, Marcus.” I warned with my scarred throat.

He scoffed and gave me a look of disgust after I caught him.

“Quit thinking I'm interested in you, but I will get you out of here and touch you, for old times sake.”

“What does that mean?” I glared at him, knowing exactly what he meant. Please where is my husband? Is this my end?

“It means I still find you attractive and will like to fuck you one last time.” He was so shameless, he didn't even stutter so obviously, I heard him loud and clear.

“You're a psychopath! I'll report you to Laura!” I cried out, fear gripping me. He couldn't come near me and touch me!

“Laura, who doesn't care about you? Don't be stupid.” He laughed like the whole situation was funny. I still couldn't believe that the both of them teamed up to do such a thing to me.

“Better don't come close to me! Don't touch me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, at least I thought I did. My voice was cracked and weak.

“Why? Your husband stole you from me, so it's only right I get the last laugh. That fucking fucker!”

“Don't touch me and you will do no such thing to my husband!”

He laughed again. It was clear that I was helpless.

“I guess you'll have to ask the moon goddess to save you.” Then he laughed and walked away. And that's when it hit me. The cause of everything. How unfair the situation was and how weird the curse worked. Why did I have to suffer for the sins of my ancestors?

The moon goddess hurt me. She caused all this. She watched as they beat me and took my kids away from me. I don't know how, but I suddenly became so pissed and demanded her presence.

I shut my eyes. She appeared in my subconsciousness.

“You called, Luna Sabrina. Is there anything I can do for you?” I didn't need to see her to feel her all around me, glorious.

“Why are you doing this to me? Tell them to let go of my kids.” My voice was firm and laced with warning, but I didn't understand why.

“The moon goddess cannot be defied. I'll pretend I never heard that. If that will be all-”

“Wait! I order you to let my kids go, they are innocent!”

I don't know what came over me, but I was ready to fight. The moon goddess left and didn't listen to me. My anger reached boiling point and when I opened my eyes again, I was ascending to the sky in a way I wasn't controlling, but I was no longer thinking. I got clothed with rage that bore fruits, the highest points of my powers.

Then I began to wreak havoc blindly since no one heard me out when I begged.

I hit almost every angle until I locked eyes with my husband and saw him weaken on the ground. It was clear he had been looking for me to protect me, so I couldn't do it anymore. I came back to my senses and let my rage reduce.

I began to descend to help my weakened husband and get him to safety. He just laid there, smiling at me, melting my stupid heart. He wasn't mad at me. He was relieved that I was fine and that was all I needed.

He was all I could see in the midst of the chaos, but it got cut short when I suddenly got shot with a silver arrow. It hit me on my leg and I instantly crashed and fell beside my husband. The pain hurt me so much, it subdued all my powers. It was slow poison, burning and burning.

The werewolves gathered us and began to throw stones on the both of us, mad that I did such a thing to half of them. As I looked around in my weakness, I regretted nothing.

They were so pissed this time that they sped up the ritual and put my kids over a burning flame. As I looked at them, I cried. I had failed as a mom. I couldn't protect them. It's over.

I felt Kyle's hand on mine.

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” He apologized weakly. I shook my head. It was my fault and he shouldn't be apologizing.

“No, I'm sorry for running away. I shouldn't have.”

“I understand. Everything will be fine.” I sighed. It's over.

“We've lost and they'll kill us. It's the end for us. Let's go together.” He didn't argue. Deep down he already knew. We held hands and closed our eyes for the last time.

We just remained on the ground, awaiting our fates.