Chapter 170
Chapter 170
April’s POV
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The walls of my bedroom close in tighter with every passing minute. it feels like the room is shrinking vastly and I can’t escape. I would be so sure I would be crushed if I couldn’t count the number of steps it takes me to go from one side of the room to the next. My dig my nails into my palms as panic claws wildly at my chest. My screams tear from my throat. “Let me out! Please! You can’t do this to me!”
The sound simply echoes, no matter how much I scream it or how long I scream for it does nothing. It doesn’t get me answers. I try slamming my fists into the wooden door, my nails scraping at the rough surface but it doesn’t budge. My breath comes in ragged gasps and tears blur my vision as I press against my temples trying to calm the storm.
A sok knock has me freezing and the chaos dies down. Dread twists in my stomach instead and the door begins to open slowly, as my mother steps inside. She looks so calm and composed like nothing is happening. Her eyes though are cold, far colder than I’ve ever seen. She carries the wedding dress in her hands carefully.
It’s pale and silk, embroider with silver thread, that shivers under the dim light. I will claw it apart, rip it to pieces.
“April,” she says softly, her voice steady and certain. “It’s time. You must wear this.”
“No,” I shake my head fiercely, voice cracking with desperation. “I can’t. I have a mate. I’m claimed so you can’t make me do this.”
She looks at me and presses her lips into a thin line. “It’s for the good of the pack,” she replies, her tone unyielding.
“What about what’s good for me!” I scream, and reach for the dress, trying to claw it apart Before I can get to it the door opens wider and two guards step in silently. Their faces are unreadable, and I beg them with my eyes not to help her. Only they do, they seize my arms and pin me against the wall.
I continue to fight, my claws digging in, as I pull my wolf forward, trying to shift to rip it apart. Something sharp sticks into my neck and I lose my connection to my wolf. Howling, I fight harder. They can’t do this, they can’t be so damn cruel!
“Mother, please,” I beg through tears. “Help me. Don’t do this.”
Her eyes flicker and for a moment I’m sure she sees regret, only she turns away and begins to sort out the dress with cold stiff movements. “I’m sorry, April.”
My body is shoved down onto the cold bed, and I thrash, screaming louder as my mother begins to change me into the dress, every second feels like a betrayal that twists deeper inside of me.
Suddenly, the door slams open and my fathers voice fills the room, harsh and unforgiving. “Bind her and silence her. No one must hear that madness. She’s acting like a crazed wolf, which will get her killed.”
More guards rush in, and I see the leather straps and thick cloth in their hands. I try to break free but my arms are twisted behind my back and bound together so I can’t get out. I panic, and kick out trying to break free, but tape is pressed over my mouth and my screams are muffled. Sobbing, I thrash
more.
How can they do this? My muscles burn from the effort and the tape across my mouth makes it harder to breath as I fight to escape.
They haul me to my feet, and begin dragging me from my room down the cold, echoing halls. My muffled cries tremble but barely make any noise against the stamping of boots from the guards, this can’t happen! I can’t let this happen.
Every step closer to the wedding hall crushes every bit of hope I had of getting free and the weight of my fate presses down so much harder like the darkest night. Somewhere deep inside of me, a spark of defiance still burns and I vow that this isn’t the end, and that I will keep fighting.
At some point they need to release my arms, Imight for now be trapped, silenced and helpless as they march me into a nightmare but soon I will be free to fight.
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