Seeking Ghod's comfort

" Why am I always loosing those I love, first it was Nico now my baby," Acantha muttered to herself

Acantha never knew that losing a child could make someone so devastated, even if they'd never met said child before.

The weight of it pressed down on her heart, a constant ache that never seemed to lessen. Every day was a battle to find even the smallest feeling of peace.

Acantha sat by the window in her room, staring at the garden. The room was dim, the only light coming from a single flickering scented candle on her bedside table, which her maid had set up to soothe her pain, but it did nothing to calm her sorrow. Her maid,Kara, was tidying up the room, her movements quiet and efficient.

"I dreamt about her again last night, my baby," Acantha said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "She had Ghod's eyes."

Kara. paused, her hands stilling on the fabric she was folding. "You should eat something, Luna," she said gently. "You've barely touched your food today."

Acantha turned her head slightly, glancing at the tray of untouched food. Her stomach churned at the thought of eating. "I can't," she said, shaking her head. "It feels like there's a rock in my chest, and I can't breathe, let alone eat."

Kara crossed the room and sat beside Acantha, taking her hand. "I know it's hard," she said softly. "But you need to take care of yourself. The pack needs you. I need you."

Acantha's eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed Kara's hand. "I feel so empty, Kara. I never even got to hold her. I never got to tell her how much I loved her."

Kara 's eyes were filled with compassion. "She knew, milady. She knew how much you loved her. And she's still with you, in your heart."

Acantha looked down at her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ghod should be here," she said bitterly. "He should be the one comforting me, not you."

Kara sighed; her expression pained. "I know. But he's dealing with his grief in his way."

"Grief?" Acantha scoffed. "He doesn't care. He didn't even bother to come to me after it happened. He was the one who brought her here; to my home, he brought the Wicked Meliana."

Kara's cheeks flared with anger. "Meliana caused your miscarriage. We all know that. But Alpha Ghod ... he must be beating himself up over it. I'm sure he regrets his actions. He's always been blind when it comes to her."

Acantha clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I hate her. I hate what she's done to me, to us."

Kara wrapped her arms around Acantha pulling her close. "You have every right to feel that way. But don't let her destroy you. You're stronger than that. You're stronger than she is."

Acantha buried her face in Kara's shoulder, sobbing. "I just wanted a baby girl," she cried. "I dreamt about her, Kara. She was perfect."

Kara stroked Acantha's hair, murmuring soothing words. "I know, my dear Luna. I know."

After a while, Acantha's sobs subsided, and she pulled away, wiping her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

Kara smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "That's what I'm here for," she said. "Now, please, eat something. For me."

Acantha nodded reluctantly and took a small bite of a piece of bread from the tray. It tasted like ash, but she forced herself to chew and swallow.

"Good," Kara said, her smile widening. "One step at a time."

In return, Acantha managed a weak smile, but her thoughts were still dark. She couldn't stop thinking about Ghod and Meliana and how they had destroyed her happiness.

Later that night Acantha lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, but her thoughts and emotions were clouded. She felt a deep, burning anger towards Ghod and an even deeper hatred for Meliana.

She couldn't understand how Ghod could be so blind, so indifferent to her pain. He had shown her care and compassion at a certain time, he was supposed to be her rock, her protector. But now, when she needed him the most, he was nowhere to be found.

As she lay there, she remembered the night it happened. The pain, the blood, the helplessness. And Ghod's absence. She had cried out for him before he came.

After the whole incident, he didn't come to see her and care for her. Instead, it was Kara who held and comforted her.

Acantha clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wouldn't let Meliana win. She wouldn't let her destroy everything she had worked so hard to build.

With a deep breath, Acantha sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She couldn't sleep, not with these thoughts racing through her mind. She needed to clear her head, to find some semblance of peace.

Quietly, she slipped out of her room and went down the hall to the training grounds. The moon was bright in the sky, The weather was cool and Acantha felt a shiver run down her spine.

She found her sword where she had left it, leaning against the wall. Picking it up, she walked to the center of the training grounds and took a deep breath. The familiar weight of the sword in her hand was comforting her.

She began to move through the forms, her body remembering the movements even as her mind was elsewhere. Each swing, each step, was a way to channel her anger and her grief.

As she trained, she felt a strange sensation like an electric charge in her veins. It was subtle initially, but it grew stronger with each movement until she could feel it coursing through her entire body.

She stopped, panting, and looked down at her hands. They were trembling but not from exhaustion. It was something else, something she couldn't quite understand.

"What is happening to me?" she whispered to herself.

"Luna Acantha?"

She spun around, her sword ready to strike, and saw Theo standing at the edge of the training grounds. His expression was one of concern, but there was also something else in his eyes, something she couldn't quite place.

"Theo," she said, lowering her sword. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied, walking towards her. "It's late. You should be resting."

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I needed to clear my head."

Theo nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I understand. But you need to take care of yourself, Acantha, Pushing yourself too hard won't help."

Acantha looked away, her eyes filling with tears. "I don't know what to do, Theo. Everything is falling apart."

Theo reached out and gently took her hand. "You're not alone," he said softly. "Ghod's is there for you."

Acantha looked up at his ignorance, her heart aching. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't know what I would do without your friendship."

Theo's grip on her hand tightened. "You're stronger than you think, Acantha. Don't ever forget that, ."

" Hell, I've seen what you can do with a sword ".

"Thank you, Theo," she said, with a smile. "For everything."

Theo smiled as he knitted his brows and took a bow, trying to amuse her. "You're welcome, Acantha. Now, please go back inside. You need to rest."

"Alright, thank you," she said

As she walked back to the mansion, Acantha was glad, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a little bit better.