Awakening The Silver Wolf

RAVENNA POV 

There was a buzz in my ears, a thump in my head, a knife in my heart.

Why the hell was Zara touching Darius?

It was just a small touch: her hand on his arm, but it made my vision red. Also because his shirt was sleeveless so Zara was touching skin. 

Why wasn't he pushing her hand away? Why was he looking so relaxed? There was even a smirk on his face. That smirk that he has given me countless times. 

I had to breathe in deeply to clear the buzzing in my ears so I could hear what they were saying.

Zara's voice drifted through the door, light and playful, teasing him in a way I had never heard her before.

"You're so cold, Darius," Zara cooed, her laughter a soft melody that curled around my insides. "You know, I could make you feel something real. You're not fooling anyone."

I froze, my fists clenching as the knot in my stomach tightened.

I shouldn't have stayed. I shouldn't have listened. But I couldn't help it. The temptation to know what was happening, what was really happening, was stronger than my will to walk away.

She moved closer, brushing her body against his. His chest barely rose, and his jaw was set in that same unreadable expression. He didn't stop her. He didn't tell her to back off. He just stood there, as if he had no reason to resist her touch.

Zara's lips parted slightly as she whispered something into his ear. I couldn't hear the words, but the way her fingers ran down the fabric of his tunic, tracing his muscles, told me everything. She was seducing him, and Darius... he wasn't stopping her.

"Why fight it?" Zara purred, her breath hot against his neck. "You want this as much as I do."

His body didn't stiffen. It didn't shift away. His silence was deafening, and it felt like a slap to my face. He still had that smirk on his face, and his arms were now crossed. 

Zara's lips found his jawline, trailing a path of heated kisses toward his mouth. She was bold. She was confident. And Darius... Darius just let her.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip them apart. But I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. The weight of my heart shattered against my ribs. This was happening. And he didn't care. He didn't fight her off. He didn't stop her.

"You can't hide it, Darius," she whispered. "You want me."

And he didn't say no. He didn't pull away.

His gaze remained empty, distant. 

My eyes stung, my throat burned with the sting of unshed tears. But I refused to let them fall.

And then… then Darius fisted her hair, and the glee in Zara's eyes brightened. He leaned in and… I couldn't look anymore. 

I turned away, the tears finally falling, and stormed back to my room. 

I couldn't… I couldn't do this anymore. Was I so hard to love? Was I that pathetic? Why won't I ever be enough for those I care about? What have I done to deserve all this? 

The tears kept falling silently as I reached my room and thankfully, Mia wasn't there. I walked to the closet and took one small bag, and then I threw the little clothes I owned inside. 

Where would I go? I had no money. But I knew I couldn't stay here anymore. Zara had once again taken what was mine. She had once again chased me out of my home. 

I wiped my eyes furiously as I zipped the back and threw it on my shoulder. It was late so nobody saw me when I walked back to Darius' office.

I had seen the key of his car on his desk one or two times. And indeed when I checked the key was sitting there on his desk.

I was almost to the door when I paused. I would need money if I wanted to survive out there. I couldn't go back to Rowan's pack. I just… couldn't. 

So I would live like a rogue. With no home and no pack. 

I walked back to his desk and searched for anything valuable. I saw a few wristwatches that I could sell and picked them, putting them all in the bag. 

This was what life had turned me into, a thief. But I couldn't care at this point. Numbness was creeping in fast and I was welcoming it.

I picked up the bag and walked to the garage where Darius' car was packed and I didn't come across a single soul. It seems whoever was up in the heavens was on my side today.

Mia had taught me a few things about driving when we went camping, so I wasn't totally clueless. I started the car and off I went. And still, nobody saw me. 

I looked up at the sky through the car window. "So you're finally on my side, huh?" 

That was confirmed when I got to the borders and the guards stationed there didn't stop me. They only asked me a few questions which I answered—not truthfully, duh—and they let me through.

I didn't look back once as I drove out of the territory. The world had succeeded in breaking me. This was how villains were made. They weren't born, they were turned when life kept hitting them and gave them no chance to breathe.

I had thought I had a future with Darius. I had thought he was the one. I had thought that maybe… just maybe, I could be happy.

I scoffed to myself as I took a turn, the almost full moon following me.

There was no happiness for me. I had no happy ending. Whoever was writing my story was cruel and I hate that motherfucker.

I thought about Mia and my heart clenched. I had promised her just today that I wouldn't leave her, but I broke that promise. Would she ever forgive me? She might or might not. But it didn't matter, I wasn't going to see her again. 

I drove until I was far, far away from the territory and dawn was just breaking through. And not once did I feel sleepy and or even tired. Numbness does that to you.

I packed the car on the roadside and stepped out. It was time to do something about my scent.