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No no no. no I clenched my eyes. Damian stopped breathing. But I also knew that he would never do that again. The pain caused by the destroyed soul union tore at me and my soul.

Tears ran unhindered down my cheeks. It didn't matter. Not important. Nothing was more important right now than Damian in my arms. I laid his head in my lap and pushed his hair back from his forehead. He looked so peaceful. I was horrified to realize that the signs that he had once lived and was with me continued to recede.

I sobbed convulsively. Forced me to take more breaths. Words flowed freely from my mouth: "You promised me." I knew I was yelling at him. As if my anger were forcing him to open his eyes. "We deserve to be happy. That's what you said. So keep that promise and come back to me."

I kept crying. Rocked Damian in my arms. He would wake up again and look at me with that awed look he only had for me. He just had to wake up again. He had no choice. He couldn't leave me alone.

“We have all the time in The World.”

What a lie he told me back then. A foolish hope that only fueled my pain. I clutched his shoulders.

‘We enjoy the moment that we will always remember.”

I could never think of it again. The happy moments we didn't have enough of. Our time was numbered, but he was taken from me much too soon. His time hadn't come either.

“We'll have plenty of time.”

The hope of a weak girl who had no idea how the world and life really worked. Another lie out of my mouth. I had told so many lies in my life, but never expected this sentence, which I took to be true fact, to count. I had hoped so. For the first time I had hoped to have infinite time. To enjoy life with him. But the time had not been granted to me.

He should survive. Amelia should survive. All the innocent people here who shouldn't be dying. They didn't deserve it. I should have made a sacrifice and they should have set the world free. Now who would do that? Who would make the world a better place, as many have dreamed of?

There was an eerie silence. Nobody in the room dared to say anything. I knew Jack was crying. I knew many were mourning. But nobody dared to speak. Damian's face paled, more and more. Death gripped him more and more.

someone spoke Someone dared. "Well, I wasn't expecting that. But who cares. One less problem, isn't it?" The man turned to his fellow human beings, but they didn't agree with him. They had wanted to keep the eerie silence intact.

"Some sacrifices have to be made. Too bad his was for nothing." The man dared to put his hand on my shoulder. As if he wanted to comfort me. As if his words were meant to cheer me up. Never again. I would never smile again. To be happy like I was with him.

So I spun around, baring my teeth. He backed away. I looked around the room. First of all, take note of everything. They had taken him from me. Because of their ridiculous plan. They wanted to win and that's why Damian had to die.

"You took him from me," I said quietly, calmly. The man appeared as if he wanted to speak. Maybe even defend yourself. But he wasn't allowed to. "You took my soul mate from me." I targeted everyone. Looking everyone straight in the eye, letting them see my anger, my pain, before screaming, "You took my soul mate!"

The pain in their faces. the sadness Maybe even compassion. You were too much. It was too much. The cask overflowed. My emotions spilled over. Anger took control. You should all suffer. For what they did to him. For what they did to everyone.

I hugged Damian tighter. Tilted his head back. Saw the ceiling. The lights. Blinded people. Hide werewolves. My job didn't matter. Not now. Nothing mattered now.

So I took a deep breath and screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. The pain inside me increased. Constricted my heart and crowded out my mind. My instinct took over as my scream turned into something dangerous. The ceiling crumbled.

It broke apart, ripping everything that was on it to the ground. The werewolves' bonds gave way. They were just in time to protect her body from the debris.

I cleared a path. A path that gave me a view of the moon. I yelled at him. Because he took it from me. Because he allowed himself to be taken from me.

I grabbed her. By the power of the moon. He tried to snatch it from me, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted her. I wanted everything. It should be mine and my revenge.

I glowed I felt myself glowing and knew it from the reactions of the living. Whose lives were so unimportant, so insignificant. I was in control of life and death. But I didn't choose death. I chose life.

My hair turned to liquid silver. My eyes turned pure white. My clothes disappeared and a white robe covered my nakedness.

I became a goddess. To the form of a goddess. And I was in control, the power within me. I was the goddess of the moon and the queen of light.

And I wouldn't let my soul mate die. So I tugged at her. In power. I took her out of control. Bit by bit. Would mold them to my will.

A faint voice spoke within me. “Are you really ready to make this sacrifice? It's going to cost you a lot.”

"Yes," I answered in a clear voice. "I want it this way." So I kept tugging and tearing. Then I felt another pain inside me. But it wasn't that of a living person. It was that of the moon.

He cried in pain when I snatched his power from him. I stared at him and he stared back. Then he forgave me. He understood, deep down he understood when I had to take my hands off Damian's body and he stayed on my legs.

As I stretched my hands up and caught the glowing something. What I took from him. 'Cause I needed it I would pay the price, it didn't matter. But it wasn't Damian.

So I forced a smile and let hope take control one more time. Let it flood me as I settled the core of life, the spark, onto Damian's chest. It seeped into the wound, into the flesh, and the dagger fell out.

Everyone held their breath as the goddess sat next to her mate, her only equal. And when she leaned forward and kissed her red lips with her white lips, all eyes were on them.

She began to float, higher and higher. Approached the sky, the moon. But she forced herself to remain on earth. The price must not have been paid in vain. So she held on to him.

The prince began to breathe. First quietly, then more and more clearly. He gasped and let her penetrate him. He looked around in confusion, not understanding what had happened as his flesh closed, leaving him full of strength.

The prince began to understand what had to be done to escape the darkness and looked up. Up to the floating woman above him, who gave him a genuine, happy smile.

Because now she could let go. She had done her job. He lived. And so the prince had to watch as the only woman he had ever loved, the goddess of his people, forced herself down one last time and whispered the familiar words in his ear: "I will always find a way to you " before taking her place in heaven as a luminous missing piece.

DAMIAN’S VIEW

The soul bond tightened. He was being pulled further and further. But he didn't tear. he was there Albeit stretched and I feared every second it would tear. But he didn't. Ever since I woke up, it's been there.

I had heard Alina. Still in death. I had heard her scream and was finally pulled back to life by a glaring light. Only to get a promise from Alina and lose her right away.

But the fact that she was alive gave me courage. And I would use this, because despite everything that had happened, it went on. Humans and werewolves were still scattered about the great room. The only thing the different beings had in common was that they looked at me like someone who had just risen from the dead.

All werewolves survived Alina's action, only the humans suffered losses. The eaves behind Gregor had been completely buried under the rubble.

The guards were able to get to safety in time and Gregor had miraculously survived. The remains of the blanket were gathered around his body, but my killer had not been injured. I had the odd feeling that a certain person had let me take revenge and let him live.

I got up carefully and checked the position of my own legs. When I was sure that I wasn't going to fall over again - it certainly wouldn't look too threatening - I looked up. The moon shone in my face, but something was different.

It felt familiar. I knew the way a ray of light touched my cheek, the touch just a touch. And even though I knew that imagination wasn't possible, I smiled as if glancing at a familiar person.

It encouraged me more than I wanted to admit. I turned so I could see everyone present. Only now did I notice the red figures that had gathered in droves in front of the small crowd of wolves. All carried pistols, whips and knives.

It didn't take much imagination to imagine what was in and on the guns. I turned to my people and the other alphas. I saw anger in some faces, surprise and joy in others, but also sadness.

But again, they all had something in common. We wouldn't let ourselves be treated like that anymore. We would fight back and get out of here alive. The plan was long forgotten, never mind. The only thing I knew subconsciously was that the whips couldn't hurt us as long as they didn't penetrate our flesh too far. That was a small glimmer of hope.

Although Alina gave us a big head start, since she had already crushed a certain number of our opponents and the survivors looked at us uncertainly, this fight was going to be difficult. In my experience so far, people have had the advantage. They were in the majority and also had better weapons.

But I felt we still had a significant chance. Because despite the fact that Alina could have been of a lot to us in the fight, we had a motivation, a goal in mind that provided enough incentive to do our best.

“Get ready. We're finally going to show them why everyone is so scared of us. So far they haven't heard about it, but now our time has come. We're gonna get out of here alive.”

My little speech made a big difference. My warriors straightened, eyes twinkling with excitement, and transformed into their wolf form. As wolves, we were stronger, faster, and far more capable of hurting anyone.

I ventured a few steps from where I woke up and died to go to the Alphas. I kept an eye on the people, but they didn't dare attack us. Some kept glancing at their leader, who was still lying motionless on the ground.

"I want my revenge," Zabrina clarified as soon as I got to her. "And I have no intention of denying you," I said simply, clearly surprising many. What were they thinking? That I would just let my own killers go?

I looked at Egbert, who was already ready to fight and just grinned at my questioning look. Everyone else reacted similarly. Only Eriens looked at me with a determination I wasn't used to seeing from him. "I want to free my people." Beside him, Jones hunched his shoulders and cracked his fingers.

"We will free your people and get revenge for those who have already fallen. We forget the plan. For now. Let's do that first and then think about how to proceed." I added more quietly: "Thinking isn't really our forte anyway. We prefer to flex our muscles."

"Your own death changes you quite a bit," Egbert grinned, whereupon I just rolled my eyes and went to Jack. "Let me finish them all," my beta demanded. I just laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Why don't they attack us?" "You don't dare without an express order from Gregor. But he's really just a representative, isn't he?" I asked ironically and walked up to this same representative.

"I'll get them to attack us. We don't want it to get boring." I stepped over the rubble and pushed aside some bricks. Gregor lay motionless in a cramped position. He looked like he was sleeping. Quite peacefully, despite all the lives his imaginations and dreams had cost him. Well, I intended to change that.

I grabbed Gregor under the arms and pulled him to his feet before slapping him across the face. The man woke up startled and looked straight at me with wide eyes. I smiled at him, sure I didn't look friendly. "You still remember me?"

Gregory nodded. Apparently he was no longer able to speak. How funny, when he was so good at it before. "You killed me," I explained to him. "And yet here I am. After all, I still have a lot to do before I can finally die."

I leaned forward so that my mouth was right next to Gregor's ear and began to speak: "Once someone told me I would never find my mate. I killed him. Now I had her and someone dared to kill her wanting to take it away from me. Do you have any idea what this is going to lead to?"

"Please don't," Gregor whispered pleadingly. I laughed. "You didn't listen to that either. Why should I do it?" "I have a lot to offer you. We can make an agreement like you intended. I could also deliver the traitor, Connor, to you, because I know where he is."

"I have no interest in Connor." That was true. He had chosen his life and I respected that. "And you gambled away the chance to negotiate. Especially with them." I pointed to the Alphas whose people he'd slaughtered without hesitation.

"When I think about it, I could almost feel sorry for the following." I thought for a moment and then shook my head. "No, forget that again. I'm not sorry at all. I feel more like a tingling, like anticipation." I deliberately delayed his death, made him wait to die.

"And do you know what's best? With your death, these red guys will become aggressive and attack us. Then we'll get our revenge and if we die here, we know who will be waiting for us and who will receive us in death." The moon goddess. Gregor understood this allusion. We would kill without inhibitions. It wasn't my plan to kill everyone here, but I would let everyone let off steam.

Knowing that Gregor was to blame for not only our people's deaths but his as well, and the fearful look in his eyes, I smiled at him again before giving him the same treatment I gave the healer back then . I ripped his heart out of his chest and enjoyed the startled look on his face as death engulfed him and, as expected, the sounds of battle began around me.