Chapter 5 Let Die

Mira's POV

Outside the castle, I'm laying on the chilly ground. I can't move because my body hurts so terribly. I'm an Omega, and my name is Mira. My spouse, Dane the Alpha, and I used to reside in the large castle. However, he stated that he no longer desires me. He kicked me out after telling everyone I was weak. My stomach feels like it's filled with jagged stones, and my head is hammering. The roar from the trees is still in my ears, and I'm afraid. A fragment of my dress was in the hands of that shadow with the bright eyes, and it was approaching.

My lightweight garment isn't keeping me warm in this frigid breeze. I grasp my blanket with trembling hands and numb bare feet. It's my only remaining possession. My legs sway as I attempt to stand, and I collapse again. My throat aches from crying, and my eyes are wet with tears. I turn to face the castle. Its large walls appear cruel, as if they're glad I'm nowhere around.

From the shadowy trees, I hear the growl once more, low and menacing. My hands scrape the dirt as I crawl backward, my heart pounding rapidly. The shadow remains, its eyes blazing in the darkness. The moonlight glints on its sharp teeth as it takes a step closer. I want to shout, but I can't speak. I'm too ill and too feeble.

I grab a rock and attempt to stand up again. The world is hazy and my mind is spinning. I stutter in the direction of the forest because I have nowhere else to go, not because I want to. Not only is the castle gate locked, but the pack doesn't want me. I stumble over a root and fall, slamming my knees into the floor. I gasp as pain sears through me.

The tall trees in the dark forest block out the moon. In the hopes that the shadow won't find me, I hide beneath a bush. I draw my blanket over myself even though it is now filthy. My stomach twists so much that I curl up tight, and my body feels hot and then cold. Despite how exhausted I am, I'm afraid to close my eyes. What happens if the shadow appears?

Dane is on my mind. He used to call me pretty while holding my hand. All he can see now is Selina, the red-haired woman who laughs cruelly. I'm no longer his mate, he said. More painful than my ailing body were the words. I have no idea why he despises me. I made a lot of effort to please him.

It feels like someone is squeezing my head. My forehead is burning when I touch it. My tongue feels heavy, and my mouth is dry. There isn't any water here, but I want it. I pull my blanket tightly around myself and lie down on the chilly ground. It feels strange, as if the forest is waiting for something, even though it is now calm.

In the bushes, I hear rustling. I sit up, my eyes wide, and my heart leaps. The shadow has returned and is now closer. Through the leaves, its bright eyes gaze at me. I hold my breath in the hopes that it won't notice me. However, it advances while its large paws crunch the ground. It's not your typical wolf. Its fur is as dark as the darkness, and it is larger.

My body refuses to listen to my attempts to move. My legs feel like they're trapped, and my arms are heavy. The shadow growls once more, and this time I notice a small, pointy object, like a needle, in its mouth that is shining and not my dress. It looks at me after dropping it to the ground. Its eyes aren't cruel, but they're also not nice. They seem to know secrets because they are elderly.

I can't run even though I want to. The world begins to fade, and my eyes feel heavy. With my head hitting the floor, I fall back. I hear a low voice, like a whisper in the wind, as the shadow moves closer. "Mira," it says. "Not just yet." I attempt to stay awake as the words make my skin tingle, but everything turns black.

Upon opening my eyes, I find myself still beneath the bush. My body feels worse even when the shadow has vanished. I can't move because my stomach hurts so much. Despite my perspiration, my skin feels cold and my head feels hazy. The woodland is silent once more when I turn to gaze around. Still lying in the soil lies the needle. It has a tiny drop of green liquid on the tip and is petite and silver.

My hand trembles when I reach for it, so I pull away. I'm afraid of it for some reason. I think of Dane's icy gaze, Selina's cruel smiles, and the castle. I cry again because my heart hurts. I'm by myself, and no one seems to care. Here, in the dark, I shall perish.

Then I hear a different sound, a lullaby-like murmur rather than a snarl. The source is farther into the forest. I raise my head, my vision hazy. Like a tiny star, a soft, golden light flickers between the trees. It feels lighter in my chest and is warm. My body won't move, even if I want to go.

The light approaches and the buzz intensifies. There's a shape in the illumination, something other than a shadow. Its fur is white and shining, like snow in the moonlight, but it is large, like a wolf. It looks at me as if it knows me, and its eyes are gold rather than fire. I'm exhausted, but I'm not afraid of it.

The hum fills my ears as the white wolf approaches. I can't keep my eyes open because they feel heavy again. I slip off my cover and fall back. When the wolf's snout comes into contact with my hand, it feels warm and comforting. Once more, I hear the whisper, but it's not the voice of the shadow. It's gentle and gentle. It says, "Mira, hold on." "You're not finished."

I attempt to respond, but my voice disappears. The pain begins to subside, and my body feels as though it is floating. I'm not sure if I'm dying or just dreaming. For the first time in my life, I feel safe as the golden light envelops me. Then I hear another sound, a tremendous crack that sounds like a branch breaking. The white wolf gives a low, ferocious growl as its head snaps up.

I slightly open my eyes so that I can see. At the edge of the light, the shadow has returned. It has exposed teeth and glowing fire eyes. The white wolf, its fur bristling, moves ahead of me. The ground trembles beneath me as the shadow growls. As the two wolves gaze at one another, I sense a storm approaching in the air.

My body won't listen to my attempts to move and assist. The world begins to dim once again as my head tilts back. The white wolf jumping toward the gloom with its claws gleaming in the golden light is the last thing I see. The woodland is filled with a wail, and then all is dark.