SCOTT'S POV
There were no exact words to depict how much I hate myself. Trapped in the world of inconclusive thinking, I ruffled my hair with both of my hands trying to stitch patches of my memories from last night. Every fragment was a mystery that I could not recall. I breakfast hate in the morning with no appetite to ingest the meal Reina brought me. Meeting Roman, and having a mocking confrontation with him completed a full main course of a terrible meal served in the earliest time of the day.
Staring at the wound on my leg, I cursed myself for not being able to heal quickly from the undeniable inflicted harm that I got from Diana's silver dagger. At first glance at the river earlier, I ought to be certain that the wound on my leg is laced with the deadly cocktail of wolfsbane and toxins that I personally concocted for the Devlin's company. Racking my head, not one single memory returned to my struggle to remember how in the world I got it.
My body have already recuperated from the poison and yet, my wound is still taking time to heal. I smashed the glass window with my knuckles and watched my fist bleed. In a matter of seconds it healed like nothing happened. I am still me, without a doubt. Questions started to blow up my head like an explosion imploding one by one. What made my leg wound heal slower… silver? No way. I will not be like my father who loses his mind at the sight and touch of such thing. I took my gunmetal lighter Roman left on my side table. Grazing it with my thumb as I hold it up, I sniffed it sensing a deathly menace.
Have I really turned into a monster?
Am I a threat to the life of my Luna?
Roman was quite certain that I might have become something savage unable to keep my clan safe, more so Diana. He'll be confirming it by the next full moon. Now, it makes me more concerned if it's true. Am I becoming like my father who's anxious of the moon?
No fucking way. I will not be like my father.
PERIOD.
But, what if..
...Roman is the real monster and he's just planting deceit over me? He must be. He even blamed me over the appearance of a nagua when I sensed it in Sebastian's room. Surely, Roman has been scheming something with those pesky creatures.
I am not just only a born leader, but I am also the son of both Alphas Viktor and Karin. My life is as valuable as a diamond in a mine. I am the rarest pearl under the sea. I may have lost a bit of my memory at a most vital moment, but it doesn't prove my incompetency. I am the Alpha Scott.
My father have always reminded me never to make mistakes, and be the greatest Alpha I can be. Be the greatest Alpha like Viktor and Karin. In every welt and whip on my bare back, my father made sure I am the strongest and wisest Alpha the Grayback Clan would ever have. And so, I will be.
Long before, I was taught to demolish my fears for they serve as weaknesses. My father reiterated that fears are easy targets to one's destruction. My mother stood by his side both in tears and in approval. I never had one, until I imprinted. I shrink in fear at the thought of losing Diana, and not being able to be with her. Right now, I could hear my father's voice behind my head telling me to consign my new found fear to oblivion with a slap on my face. But it is, what it is. I love Diana, and I will love my Luna tenderly for I am nothing like my father.
But, where's my Luna?
Where's Diana?
I cried inside hearing the horrible things she went through to survive the night. And I died a little, knowing she found sanctuary in Roman's arms and not in mine. Desperately, my mind was filled with finding her before the whole town do something they'll regret. And hopefully, before Roman completely takes her away. Despite it is unclear why I shouldn't imprint, Diana isn't to blame for all that's taken place. The only person to blame... is me.
I grunted as I tried to walk out of Sebastian's room. Surely, the nagua who paid him a visit cured him so well... For whatever purpose it has, surely, it will come back to claim what my brother owes it. Descending the stairs, I grasped the wooden banister tightly as I shift my weight on my legs. Damn wound for its delayed healing. Enduring the affliction upon exertion, my phone in my pocket surprisingly rang. My heart pounded heavily seeing Lucas' name at the screen. Bring me good news, bud. "Talk to me", I said.
Lucas: Found her.
Hearing those words brought delight in my heart as I take a long deep breath. At this instant, I wanted to grow wings and fly. "Where? ", I asked, as I hurry out of the chalet. "On my way", I wined in every long rapid step, forgetting the pain and hoping in vain. Passing the now empty streets of the forlorn town, I looked straight ahead with my weary and yearning heart. I walked in long decisive steps in a specified direction, outrunning dread. Going deep into the woods, my thoughts narrowed into one thing - Diana.
Then, I finally reached the banyan tree where I expected Diana would be. My gazes moved around quickly, desperately. Up the tree, beyond the roots, and behind the branches. I paused when something shiny hanging by the roots caught my eye. Closely, I trudge in and realized it's the necklace Diana gave me. I held it and flinched as it burn my skin.
Silver.
I touched it again cautiously, and this time, my skin hissed at the burning heat of the silver chain. Maybe it's just the heat of the sun making the silver scorching, I convinced myself. I grabbed the necklace by the pendant instead and, kept it in my pocket. "Where are you, Diana?", my heart flickered with panic seeing her not here.
In a moment, my eyes lifted up as I sense the familiar scent belonging to the person I'm longing for. I turned around, and exhaled sharply parting my dry lips as I look at her standing in front of me. Dressed in an oversized grey tunic and standing barefoot on the bed of dry leaves, Diana looked more fragile than I already think she is. Then, she smiled at me with her tantalizing sapphire eyes, nodding with her tight lips as if telling me she's okay.
The night clung to the dark circles under her eyes, and the dirt clinging on her skin. It broke me at how she bravely stood before me, knowing she handled it all without me. Every step towards Diana almost felt a mile away. And when she's arm reached, I held her cold cheek as her tear fall. In one swift move, I locked her in my arms burying my face in her neck. She sobbed a little, I tear more..