Chapter 5 five

Darren kept tossing on the bed when he got home. It was late in the night when he left the castle. The security of the city is town notched as well as the fact that he is the commander of warriors, nothing would happen on his way home. Though, the Alphas offered him a room to lay his head till the following morning. He refused their kind gesture. First, it might be considered rude if he accepted at the first trial and again he needed to talk to Scarlet.

He knows how bad she despised the Elite werewolves, not to talk of her protecting them. She has zero tolerance for them nor those that like them. It would be hard for her to protect them, Darren thought. He couldn't sleep. One moment, he was worried about his daughter without a mate; mixing with the male population will make it easier for her to find her mate and the next minute, he was worried about how she would cope with staying with people she doesn't like. He slept off with his worries.

The next morning....

Scarlet sat on the edge of her bed. In was obvious she didn't have a good night sleep. The wolf in her wails, merely remembering the events. She looked idling at the empty flower vase on the table. She threw the flower away few years back and totally forgot the vase. It was the last gift left of her Mother, aside the plenty pictures they took together. Going to bother in the morning to guide against any external invasion and staying out until late in the evening as kept her occupied that she hardly see the vase. Her mind is occupied by the several things going on that she has turned a blind eye to. She sighed repeated. Truly, every Strong lady must have her flaws.

Her head was banging so much. It felt like her brain was revolving and hitting the walls of her head. She once thought, once you are good, everything will work out well for you, love, family, money, guess she was wrong. She was sitting on her bed which she squeeze herself into each night.

She never noticed how much she missed her mother. Getting home very late at night and getting ready as early as possible gives her little or no time to sober. She stood up abruptly and pushed the flower vase. It landed on the floor with a crashing sound.

Scarlet could not tell if she felt satisfied from what she did. She sits on the floor with her knee to her chest and sobbed loudly. Her body shook loudly like someone under electrocution.

The loud sound of her alarm brought her back to life. She checked the time and it was almost 8am. She has to hurry to take over the shift.

She took her towel that was laid on her roughly laid bed. She didn't bother to clean up the broken vase. It seems she was more broken than the vase but their seem to be no one to gather her broken pieces together. She sighed and dashed into the bathroom.

The vase was the last thing left of her Mother, Antenna. She remembered her mother whispering she loves her into her ears each night.

She laughed at her naiveness. She was foolish to think she actually deserves love. She was glad she could be free finally. Not seeing anything that reminds her of Antenna is a great start. She commended herself for doing so well and again hit herself on the forehead for letting it get to her. It is five years already and she's still here sobbing like a kid lost in the dark.

The fact that she might be having fun with her new kids made her clench her fist. She dug her already long nails into her skin. Again, she couldn't blame her mother. The rules and regulations in each pack was to hard to be real.

"Damn, I totally forgot what self care is" she muttered.

As the cool water poured on her body, she realized she barely had a three hour sleep. She sighed again, knowing fully well that the only make up she has won't be able to conceal the heavy eye bags that would have decorated her eyes again. She was a pretty girl, hence, she needed no make up. She has a nice, round baby face with dimples on her right cheek. Her blond waist length hair, kept getting in the way as she shoved it to the back annoyingly.

She hurriedly took her bath. Brushing off the memories that nearly swept her off her feet.

She looks perfect on her a red long sleeve stylish hoodie and a black joggers. Her father do say her dressing has a part on her not getting a mate yet but she cared less.

Unbothered by the fact that she might be late to work, she sat in front of her broken mirror to apply the only make up she has learnt over the years. She smiled, looking at herself in the mirror.

The smile didn't reach her face, she noticed. She grabbed her phone to play some nice songs. She finally decided to play "the bleeding heart". She has indeed been cut open and now she is left to bleed in the dark with no one to shine a light in her direction. The darkness has been the price she paid for trusting people.

She grabbed her head warmer and a face mask. She found joy covering her face and shielding herself from the wicked world. She grabbed her bag too which she her warrior suit was arranged. She was about to leave the house when Darren stopped her.

"I need to talk to you" he said lowly, not knowing what to expect.

Scarlet stared at him suspiciously. She could sense something was wrong but she could not place her hand on it.

Darren pulled out a chair for her and gestured her to take a seat when a carriage stopped in front of the house.

"What...what is going on?" Even though she understood what was going on, it didn't make sense to her.