Enemy of my Enemy

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"Bullshit, Bianca, what burden? We both know you're two seconds away from killing Lorenzo so you can take up the position of alpha that much faster."

Bianca had lunged at Sierra, and to this day, she wasn't sure why. Why had that comment about her father angered her so much?

Whatever the reason, the cracks on the ground grew larger and larger until the entire ledge had broken down to rubble and the two of them were free falling from one hundred feet in the air. Bianca's arm had instinctively hooked itself around a stable ledge. Sierra had managed to grab ahold of Bianca's ankles.

Had they been in their wolf forms when they'd fallen, they might have been okay. Bianca often went jumping off cliffs of this height in her wolf form, and each time, the powerful kick of her back legs had been enough to ensure a safe dive into the waters below them.

Neither she nor Sierra had kicked this time. Were they to drop now, they would be plummeting straight onto a cluster of jagged rocks. Bianca had used all her strength to try to pull both herself and Sierra to safety, but at the last moment, Sierra had lost her grip. The world had slowed around Bianca as her best friend's screams had reverberated in her head- And suddenly, all screams had ceased to exist.

Bianca had gone straight back to town and hadn't said a word of what had happened to anyone. Hours later, when Sierra's body had been discovered by a search party, Sierra's parents had come to Bianca's house, claiming Bianca had murdered their daughter. Her father had asked her if she had, indeed, murdered the daughter of two of the most powerful wolves in his pack.

A lot of thoughts had run through Bianca's mind in that moment, beginning with how there was no chance in hell Sierra's parents would believe this had all been an accident. A single question to Adam would reveal that Bianca had had both the means and the motive to kill her best friend. Her father, on the other hand, would choose to back her words, regardless of whether he believed her or not, simply for appearance's sakes. He would never let anyone get away with doubting a Blackburn's words. If Bianca told the truth, turmoil would boil between her family and Sierra's, and a fight would be inevitable. In the long run, claiming that she had murdered Sierra in cold blood would be better for all of them.

Maybe. Or maybe Bianca had just wanted to punish herself for having let this happen. Sierra was dead because of her. Was there even a difference between pushing someone off a cliff and leading them onto that very cliff?

"I killed her," Bianca had said. "The bitch deserved it."

Sierra's parents had been a second away from tearing Bianca apart, when her father had done so first. Looking back on it now, Lorenzo's move had been smart and tactical. Him being the one to deliver the consequences would help ease the murderous feelings Sierra's parents had undoubtedly been cultivating towards him and his daughter just then, and this way, he would've been able to minimize the damage done to Bianca.

Would've been. This didn't necessarily mean that he had.

Bianca was sure that at one point, the rage Sierra's parents had been feeling towards her had turned into horror and pity. Lorenzo had hurt her many times before, but never like this. Continuing to tell herself that she deserved it all, Bianca had curled up on the ground and had taken the beating, until something in her had snapped. A father was supposed to be the one to protect his daughter from danger, yet here he was, voluntarily doing all the dangerous damage to her himself. What kind of twisted, inhuman person would act this way?

She'd fought back. Bianca had managed to land a single punch to her father's jaw, and this had caused his eyes to light up red. A sudden transformation in his outstretched fingers had taken place, and neither he nor she hadn't been able to pull himself away in time. An alpha's claw had raked itself across Bianca's face. Her entire skin had burned, her blood had boiled, and all she knew as she collapsed onto the ground in a writhing mess was that this was no ordinary wound. Her supernatural powers would do nothing to help her heal from this scar.

Insane. Unstable. Mad.

The human students and teachers at her school had worried for her, asking how she'd gotten that scar. The wolves, on the other hand, had gone out of their way not to cross paths with her. News in this town traveled fast, especially news involving murder. Crescent Cliff's police chief, one of the high ranking members of the Blackburn pack, had done a good job in cleaning up after Bianca's mess. Someone had been sent by her father to scare Adam into silence. Bianca Blackburn would be getting away with murder, and there wasn't a single wolf alive in Crescent Clfifs that hadn't found out about this by the end of the week.

Henry had been the only one to think there was a chance Bianca might be lying about this whole ordeal. "You didn't do it," he'd said to her confidently. "I know you didn't."

"I did."

"No," he'd insisted. "You didn't. You're a lot of things, Bianca, but a killer isn't one of them."

Mourning Sierra's death, the two had grown closer over the next few months, and once spring break had ended, Bianca had slowly managed to fade into the shadows at school. Wolves had stopped running away each time they saw her because she had done everything to keep their attention far from her.

Through all that time, Henry had been by her side. Even when she'd been labeled a murderer, he'd refused to break their friendship.

So what the hell was it that had made him do what he'd done today?