Betrayed

☾Chapter Forty-Three☽

There was always animals frolicking in the garden, eating a few of the plants here and there, but she didn't mind, she actually welcomed them with open arms.

One day, though, she saw a frightening sight: a wolf. She'd seen many before, but this one was translucent, and it could speak to her telepathically.

His name was Xavier.

Surprisingly, she didn't freak out when he explained that he was merely a spirit—an old and powerful one at that.

In order for him to be complete, he needed a human, and apparently, her son was who he had his eyes set on. Xavier had said that no human had appealed to his eyes until he saw her son.

My grandmother was hesitant, saying that her son had been through a lot, and housing a spiritual wolf in his mind and body must have some sort of effect.

And it did. The effect was him losing a piece of his humanity and having it replaced by pure animal instinct.

Xavier had a partner. Her name was Adira. They weren't in love, but they were practically inseparable. Wherever one of them went, the other followed.

Adira admired Diana's efforts to keep her relationship with her abusive husband going, and she decided that she wanted Diana as her human.

Both of the wolves said they'd wait until the perfect time to merge with their human, but they didn't think it would come so soon, especially after Diana said that her husband was trying to be better.

His beatings stopped for a short time, and he'd also gotten his wife pregnant with their second child.

Until one day, my father had been so hungry that he did something unthinkable: he ate some of his father's food.

It was food his father had saved for rainy days just incase their money ran low or the crops failed, and he thought Diana deserved it more than his wayward son. His innocent unborn child had done him no wrong, and he showered the child with love despite its inability to hear, see, or feel.

When Nikolai noticed the food was gone, he had calmly went to Diana and asked if she had ate it. If so, he wouldn't have been angry, he would have just kissed her swollen midsection, maybe even made love to her to show her that he wasn't angry.

But she had said no absentmindedly as she sewed a blanket for the baby. It hadn't struck her that he might lash out on their son and beat him within an inch of his life.

It was a mistake on her part because by the time she had heard her son's pleas for her, he was already a bloody mess, ready to let go of life and join his ancestors.

Being pregnant, she was already tired and emotional. The fact that her son was nearly dead made her go into hysterics as she frantically yelled and pushed at her cruel husband.

He didn't budge, didn't even flinch. He flung his wife off his arm without much thought and continued to beat his son. The sound of a soft whimper made him stop though.

Behind him, his wife was clutching her belly, her hand covered in blood.

Confusion hit him before he realized what must of happened. He had pushed her too hard, causing her to bump into one the few pieces of furniture in the room.