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Chapter One Hundred and Thaly Three

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three

Lydia went with him, and the whole village celebrated even those who knew of her wickedness, the ones who were aware that the Alpha was never her mate. They were all happy for her, and no one cared about how that made me feel; no one cared about me, and when I ran away from the village, no one bothered to check, but it was alright. I went to the one person who wanted me, the god of light. She was willing to give me a chance and also grant me the vengeance my soul desperately seeks; she was the only one who truly loved me, the love that never leaves.

She granted me the power to wield flames, but that wasn't the only gift she bestowed upon me. She gave me something far greater-an ability unlike any other, the power to push into a person's mind and take full control, the Gift of Compulsion. The rarest of all gifts-she granted it to me; she made me powerful; she made me into a weapon for her own use, but her gifts came with a price. When my walk with her was over, every gift she gave would be stripped away from me, and I would wither away; that was the price, and I accepted it. All minds are bare and naked to me, all minds but one-his mind.

The Blackwood wolf seemed to have something protecting him; I can't tell what exactly it is, but it prevents me from reaching into his mind, and this is where I have a problem. I cannot control him." She paused, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't seem to mind passing me all this information. I hated the fact that she referred to Alexander as The Blackwood wolf, he was the Werewolf King but she didn't seem to acknowledge that.

I couldn't stop replaying her story in my mind. I suppose no one is born evil-some just have darkness buried inside them, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed. But no one is truly destined to be a villain, and she was no exception. I almost felt sympathy for her; I never thought of my mother or father as people who could do such a thing. Of course, I didn't know if her story was true for all I knew, she could have been lying. But something in me told me she wasn't. Still, that didn't mean I should trust her words.

to your village?" I asked, and

did. They are all dead

I had

woman take down a whole

"Yes."

"How?"

tell you that sometime

but imagine the cries of the

too, who had no part in

asked the most

Of course, I hadn't.

"You killed my parents.'

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