C95 Training

Artemis Pov

I walked into my mothers room. It was plain and vague like a Luna didn't inhabit the walls of this room. Mother always appeared calm and elegant, she wore dresses of the finest handmade. Pure and elegant. But the room I stood in now was dimly lit with no life of any kind associated with it.

Drawing the curtain open, the moonlight was the only thing casting its crescent light into the room, eluding the aura my mother was known to carry. It was my second night here. Her room as it seemed provided comfort like a blanket.

Although I couldn't keep sleeping here, should any pack members see me, they would attribute insanity to one of my many plagues.

My hands trailed the plain wall, “mother,” I whispered into the empty hall, like she was close and as if she could hear me and reach out. I was back to that spot where I gingerly needed the soft calm embrace of her arms.

“I'm lost,” I whispered into the room. The feel of her kiss hovered around me, her touch lingering and said into the dark room, “where are you? Why did you leave me?”

Staring round into the room, I caught something off, by the walls, tentatively, I marched to the spot whilst inspecting it closely and with care.

As my hands ran through it, it felt odd, my fingers scraped it gently, careful not to harm it. My eyes ran down the wall, this part felt most abandoned yet felt like it was taken care of.

I paused, my eyes crept down to where my finger was, the punctured hole into the wall. Only the wall wasn't made of brick but of plain paper.

Curious, I started peeling it off, till I saw where it ended, then my eyes returned to the space in the wall and the old oddly familiar journal lying inside.

I reached out for it and pulled it away, with care of course, it was off. What was a ledger doing in the wall?

Returning to the bedpost, I settled into the bed with the journal, mindless of the dust that had enclosed it and mindful of the inscriptions.

To my dear son whom I stood and watched suffering without doing anything.

To I, Emily, Luna to the Waterfall pack.

The dedication read.

“What's this?” I couldn't help but ask.

As I flipped through the dust covered pages, my mind ran a thousand miles. My mother kept a ledger of her life in the pack.

I hope this book finds you; Artemis Logan. If it does not then I'll be fine but if it does, know that I would always love you

My hands ran through the alphabets as the organ in between my rib cage drew tight and hot.

This had all my answers, all the questions that were swelling in my head, she gave answers to them all and also of who killed my father.

My finger came to a sudden halt as she stated the person that killed him, it was none other than her. But how? How did she do it? Father killed her.

She went on to describe how she did it, in all of his food she was dropping poison inside. Now her words returned to me,

“I'm so sorry,” she cried, “it will be over soon, don't worry,” she told me, making me nod. Those were her words, I didn't pay attention because at the moment it was only her words that mattered but now that I think of it, she was so sure, and it was because she planned to execute before he did. Only she was halfway short.

I continued reading and then I found out that the poison took effect slowly, he was unconsciously swallowing the poison she fed him and even after her death she put a maid to it.

Who was it? I searched but no answer was provided, she kept her identity a secret. From me? Was she scared of me?

Mother, she wasn't so weak, not as I thought. Her punishment involved whipping her with a leather belt with her limbs and hand tied strapped. The thought of it was horrifying.

He'd rape her with chains restraining her then fuck whores in her presence, force her to watch. She'd slept in the dungeon the day he found us together, and asked the guards to take turns on her.

As she stated in her journal he had made her look as they abused her, telling her that if she so much as smile in my direction my fate would be worse.

I froze. He threatened her with me? His own son? How evil could a person possibly be.

Now I remembered how she avoided me, her eyes were the deepest form of grey, with no emotions to them. Those eyes had broken me and hunted me in my sleep only. I didn't know she was doing all those for me, for my safety.

The corner of my eyes stung. She never left me, she never abandoned me, she was coerced to turn a blind eye less my miseries continue.

Nobody knew aside from the guards that raped her, the whores he fucked in her presence and the Alphas. They were well aware of how my father treated her and yet not one of them would object, they all stood like the cowards that they were and watched as she tortured her. All to protect their lives and packs.

The thought made me a boiling rage of lava. How dare he? How dare he torture her so. And why did nobody intervene, why didn't the moon goddess do something. My mother died for nothing.

My fist clenched the book. She died for nothing and so they must all meet the same fate, they must die!

Freya's Pov

I ran to a stop, my hand on my knees as I stooped to catch a breath. Panting I shut Tobias a glare.

“Please, I've ran out of oxygen,” it wasn't a lie. My lungs hog from inside, as I tried to suck as much oxygen into my lungs.

“I ran with you,” he defended. And if I wasn't so breathless that I couldn't move, I would have hurled a stone at him.

At least we were talking now, that was most important. He stared down at me with a frown.

“It's time for combat,” he announced and I groaned in turn.

“Please stop being so up tidy,” I pleaded with my best puppy eyes.

“I'm not falling for it Frey, you said you wanna train with me, this is it, stand up,” he clapped his hand. I wailed and rolled on the field.

“You are going to get grass into your hair and body,” he said.

“I don't care,” I looked at him and pouted.

“Give me your hand,” he sent forth his hand for me to take. I did and he yanked me up, “let's go train,” he said to my dismay.

“Asshole,” I murmured.

“Yeah I'm glad I'm up to date,” he snickered.

“I want Merona back as my coach,” I cried out. At least with her I could use the woman thing with her though she's just as brutal but could be moved. That was not the case with Tobias.

An idea came to my head. Let's see how strong you are? I smirked.

I took off my shirt and was only in black short and half-cut to my chest.

“Let’s go,” I said and cracked my joints, switching them.

“Come at me,” he said, as we both took a boxer's stance. Legs ajar and shoulder squared, eyes sharp like that of a hawk with our senses keen, calculating one another’s attack.

I lunged forward, normally I don't, but I have a motive this time. Believing I was coming for his side, he ducked and moved an inch. I smiled. It was only that inch I needed.

Quickly I swerved and my backside connected with his front side. I went down slowly, teasing both him and I. I heard his breathing hitch and I smirked.

“Game on, princess,” he sang and I smiled.

“You bet.”