Chapter 10 The Search

Sophie's Point Of View

Nathan has been searching for Annabelle for twenty minutes and has not returned yet.

There was a sharp rise in my blood pressure. I lost all hope that Annabelle would survive this.

Nathan is a very driven Alpha. Everything he desires is always his.

Out there, I witnessed how he disposed of his half-brother to have me.

He would have savagely and unrepentantly killed his half-brother if Lottana had not stepped in.

A part of me lost hope, but I continued to pray for the moon goddess' intervention.

For some reason, I thought Annabelle would not be caught.

She is quick and intelligent. Getting her would require more than just Nathan's intelligence.

I am willing to accept Nathan's punishment if it meant Annabelle would be able to get away.

Compared to me, she is more helpful around the pack. As Alpha Lottana once said, when I am gone, nobody will miss me.

I looked through the window in the hopes of spotting Annabelle and cautioning her. There was not even a trace of Annabelle or Nathan.

I heard footsteps coming up to my doorway. I recognized it as Nathan without verifying.

I hurried back to the bed before he tried to get away by removing my eyes.

I felt my heart pounding more rapidly.

I was afraid he had come back to tell me Annabelle had been captured.

My fears were somewhat allayed when the person finally arrived.

I thought it was Nathan, but it wasn't.

It was none other than the traitor Helena. For a while, I felt ecstatic.

I no longer felt threatened by her presence.

"You mother fucking jerk! What are you doing here?" I got up to fight Helena when she pushed me to the ground. I had lost all of my strength.

"Stop hallucinating and awaken from your slumber. What were your thoughts? That I will allow you to escape?" Helena vowed.

My problems were exacerbated when she spat at me and made fun of me with vile laughter.

Tiny tears poured from my eyes, leaving me forlorn on the ground.

I have a déjà vu feeling when I see Helena.

It made me think of the times I was bullied by her at school and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

When she consented to let me go, I believed my troubles were over.

Helena gave me hope that my freedom would ever return.

She was excavating a pit, and I should have realized that she was waiting for me to fall into it, which I did.

"Why do you treat me like this? In what way does this benefit you? Why are you so hostile towards me? What have I ever done to you that you are so hostile towards?" I was still on the floor, crying like a pitiful widow.

Why should I stand up when Nathan would just show up and kick my ass again? I came to terms with my circumstances.

My chances of ever being free again were slim. I blew my one and only opportunity.

I doubt I will ever have another chance like this.

"What makes me detest you so much? What a question," She mimicked me. She was getting ready to make a fist and was moving towards me.

It scared me. All I could think about was getting away.

That does not seem to be happening, unfortunately.

My actions have resulted in the pack being closely guarded.

She nearly forced me to join my late father in the underworld by kicking me in the stomach before I could try to get to my feet.

"That is to express my hatred for you. You cannot just die, why? Your sour face around the pack bothers me." With a moan, she let loose her inner beast on me.

For the first time in my life, I saw a new side of Helena that I had never seen before.

She has always been a bully, not a killer, as far as I can tell.

I simultaneously coughed and sobbed. Examining my hands, I noticed blood on them.

I found my lips were ripped when I touched them.

I could see how much messier my once-clean face had gotten, even without a mirror.

I looked around in the hopes of finding a weapon with which to stab Helena to death, but I was unsuccessful.

Even if it meant having my head severed and fed to the vultures, I was desperate to kill her.

"Searching for this?" Flickering at my face, She snatched up a tiny dagger.

She was able to read my mind. I believed I had the upper hand. I erred.

Today was just another example of how she has always been two steps ahead of me.

"I have been waiting my entire life for this moment to finally slit your throat with a dagger and watch you slowly bleed to death," She said in a threat. She was becoming too near.

She kicked me when I attempted to stand again. I dropped to the floor once more.

I knew that calling for help and screaming would be a waste of time, but I could not do either.

No one would be interested in hearing me out. Everyone wants me gone.

It is amusing that I have suddenly been shunned by my father's pack.

"Do not kill me, please.

My goal is to survive."

I begged Helena to spare my life.

I was already accustomed to pleading with her for forgiveness.

"You wish to avoid death? Did I hear you say that just now? To me, you are dead. It will not be long until you join your cowardly father in the underworld. It sounds like the ideal reunion, doesn't it?' she laughs.

"You arrogant bitch!

In school, you were the most talked-about girl. What is it that makes people want to be seen around Sophie? Outstanding? Now, guess who is laughing the hardest?" Helena spoke with her back to the wall.

I could tell how hurt she was by the tone she used. She has never looked so frail to me.

"What am I supposed to do with that?" I whispered the question to her.

"All of it!" She became furious.

"You made it hard for anyone to get noticed because you were so wonderful in school. How do you feel about that? I bet you would do worse if you were in my position," She groaned.

I can clearly see where the issue originated. You ought to have discussed it with me. I did not realize you were in pain," I said softly.

I was somewhat relieved to understand why Helena had always been angry with me.

For years, I have been wondering why. Nothing I ever did was particularly noteworthy from her perspective. I never once believed this to be the cause.

"Come discuss it with me so you can make fun of me?"

She erupted, "I would rather die than do that."

I remained silent so that I could choose my words carefully and not annoy her.

Her dagger was still in her hand, aching to be driven down my throat at any moment.

"It is never too late to resolve this. It is not an option to kill me.

It will not stop you from hating me.

I need your trust." I told Helena.

I was not sure whether that was the appropriate thing to say.

I approached her slowly to grab the dagger. It improves my chances of surviving.

Taking the dagger to my neck, She said, "Goodbye you little punk."

Just as she was ready to stab me, Nathan entered.

I saw the dagger in my possession the following minute.

I did not know how it ended up in my hands. The moon goddess could not even untangle it.

'What's going on?" Nathan's baritone voice questioned me.

I was so shocked that I could not even defend myself.

I could not let the dagger fall either. I glared at them like a lost soul, standing there like a statue.