August

Prolouge

300 years ago

I looked up in disgust at the man in front of me, wondering why the Moon Goddess would pair my soul with his.

"Get away from me." I whimpered as he walked toward me.

"Now why would I do that?" He laughed evilly.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look in his eyes.

I can't help but think how beautifully evil they are.

"Please." I whispered

"Would you get one of the other witches?" He smiled evilly at me, knowing I'd say no.

I shake my head, not wanting him to bother any of the other witches.

I hate feeling weak, especially when I have all this power. But he blocked most of it.  I keep thinking I'm going to wake up, and this will be a nightmare. A sick nightmare.  But I've already woken up.

He kicked  me in the stomach, making me gasp and hold in tears.

I don't understand how he can be so cruel. When your mate feels pain, you feel it too.

So why? Why would he hurt me like this?

"Come on!" He shakes his head. "Put up a fight."

He takes a step back, allowing me to get up.  I know there was no way I can get out of this without getting more bruised up than I already am. 

I tentatively get up, stumbling along the way.

"Please. Just stop." I say as I lean against the wall for support.

"No."  He chuckled darkly before he grabbed my hair and kneed me in the face, hard enough for my cheek to start gushing out blood.

My kicks and punches are nothing to him as I try to fight back with everything I have but he broke me a long time ago. It was to no avail. I grunt as he grabbed my hair, and kneed me in the stomach

I squealed as I fell down on the floor, as his hands were suddenly removed from my scalp, and I was too weak to hold my own weight,

"Leave her alone." Juliet stands up for me as she backs up from my monster of a mate. My eyes widen in horror, wondering why she just volunteered to die.

I couldn't help but watch as he walked toward her menacingly. I see fear in the eyes of my greatest friend. I muffled a cry as I imagined her dead. It was my fault that my coven and I were trapped with this monster.

"Juliet, my dear, do you care to repeat that? "His laugh echoed throughout the chambers.

"Leave her alone" She whispered, shrinking back into her corner. The words barley left her lips before he lunged at her.

In my heart, I knew she wasn't gonna make it out alive. And the thought of that fueled me with a type of rage I never felt before. The disappointment I felt towards my supposed soul mate, the betrayal I felt towards the moon goddess, and the anger I felt in myself for being responsible for this surfaced to my core, and I felt the heat rise out of me, something I haven't felt in decades. I will not be the reason my best friend dies.

I looked toward the other witches, their eyes switching between black and normalcy, and it was obvious they felt what I felt.

Gasps filled the room as the shackles unlocked themselves, or maybe it was one of us. It didn't matter.

The madness was already in the air and freedom was in our grasp. There was no stopping us.

Watch out, Alpha.

You're already dead.