The War Of The Mallapers: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Seventeen

Ryan

Ever wake up from a dream that is so surreal that you feel like it's real. It's like you can't grasp the difference between reality and the unconscious. As I peeled my eyes back, the unnatural lighting only added to my already pained head, the pounding was thumping that a part of me wanted to slip back into the abyss. I was scared to close my eyes and see the scene that was tormenting me from the inside. I couldn't help but stare at my hands, where the blood was oozing from my hands. All I wanted to do was cry and wither away but I knew that if I wanted to avoid that scene, change the future then I couldn't shy away from my responsibilities. 

Ryan.... Reginald whispered in the back of my mind. I could not only hear the fear waver in his voice, but I could feel his anxiety ripple through my body. He was just as terrified as I was at the nightmare that was pushed to our mind. 

Reggie, it can't be true. That wasn't the future was it? I asked. 

But Reginald didn't speak, he didn't whisper, he didn't exhale a sigh of relief. He was silent as the dead of night. I couldn't help the tear that escaped my eye. I wanted to lift my hand to wipe it away but I couldn't, my body ached, I had no energy in my arms that I just let the tear tumble down my cheek. 

There must be something we can do. There must be a way we can change what happened? She doesn't deserve this. Her family does not deserve this. There must be a reason we were shown this... this vision. There must be a way to stop what we saw. I pleaded with Reginald. 

Although he didn't speak I could now feel the buzzing of his mind in the back of my head, I could feel the waves of his thoughts ripple through my head. He too was searching for an alternative, another way, something that could change what we envisioned. The protective nature to protect his mate from any shape or form of harm was being riled to a new and unfathomable level. The thought of any pain coming into contact with Leyla was just something he could not imagine. 

Wait mate? I couldn't help but feel my eyes widen. Before whenever I mentioned Leyla being my mate, my mind would become hazy and would deter into a million different directions. Yet now, when I speak the word, the human in me feels nothing but a warmth inside my chest. It was something that I couldn't describe. The warmth would spread from my chest to every corner of my body, down to my toes. It was like I was feeling the thread of our connection for the first time. It was exciting and exhilarating. How did I ever believe that someone else was my mate? It didn't make any sense. All I wanted to do was embrace the feeling, but that only caused me to wallow in the pain that I had caused Leyla by publicly claiming someone else as my mate. 

Stop. We don't have time for the pity card. Reginald ordered in the back of my mind. 

I know but I can't help it. My feelings are catching up with me. Well your feelings are catching up with me. How was I able to ignore this Reggie? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't add up. I respond. I can't help the guilt that seems to bubble and boil on the inside. I separated Reggie from his mate, I ignored his warnings, even if they were subtle, they were still there. It wasn't just Leyla and Amira that was in pain from the separation. 

I understand and I can feel your regret Ryan but at the moment, we have bigger problems to worry about. Problems that surpass your guilt. I am glad that you are finally recognising your mistakes but we can't change the past, it is time to rectify your mistakes and make things right. Not just for Amira and Leyla, but for the Kingdom. This is bigger than just rejecting your mate. Reginald advised. 

Do you have a plan then? I ask.

Of course, but it is not going to be as straight forward as you think. I don't even know if it is going to make a difference or change things but we can only hope and pray that it changes things. Reginald replies.