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It was the truth, with or without Kira, she was ours to protect, but I’d be damned if I let myself or anyone think of a life without our mate in it this early. We couldn’t fall prey to our heightened emotions. It was time to buckle down and be the mates Kira deserved and needed.
We had to be strong.
We had to have faith.
We had to fight for the future we all deserved.
CHAPTERTWENTY
KIRA
It was hard to keep track of the time while being kept in a dungeon with no windows. There was no rising of the sun or moon to light my cell. The only reference I had was when my hearty breakfast and dinner of a bread roll came. I kept each time I got my rations in mind to try to count the days, and if I was correct, I had been down here for over a week now.
I needed to hope I had given Satan enough time under this complacent act like his blood was having an effect on me, still. This was the day he should allow me out of here.
Unfortunately, the guards had come in with weapons after I had been allowed off my chains completely. He must have informed them of the chance of my coming out from his influence and bolting. It upped the anxiety to perform properly.
I had done my best to act like I had the days when I was truly under his control. It had to be enough. There was no more time left to sacrifice to enforce it any further.
It was time to make my move and end this once and for all. I wasn’t scared, shockingly. I was deadly calm with my mission in my head: kill Satan and save the wolves of the world. That was all that mattered now.
He had taken so many precious days that I had left with my mates and Morgan, to keep me as his prisoner, and I would make him pay for that. When you knew death was coming to knock on your door, you suddenly understood that the most valuable thing in the world was time with your loved ones. There was no monetary equivalent to such value.
The scuffling of footsteps sounded and I knew it was time for my daily blood transfusion from Satan dearest.
The fuckers are coming.
You can do this. I know you can.
There would be no more days spent in this fucking cell.
How I had managed to stay emotionless and immobile during these sessions to seem like a blood-hazed prisoner was a testament to how fucked I was if this plan of mine didn’t work out. I gave it my all. The countless times the guards made comments about how weak I was and how I gave in just like an ordinary shifter stuck out in my head right now. I was the fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing and I was about to rip off the façade.
It was my only plan, so it had to work. I had to believe in myself and why I was chosen for this role. I wouldn’t roll over and admit defeat simply because I was a prisoner in Hell. What I would do is allow people to believe what they wanted to see: a weak, helpless shifter.
Some may see it as a cowardly plan, but I saw it as a means to an end and that was all that mattered. I didn’t need to go out in a blaze of glory that would be talked about in the Cognitionis like Lux’s defeat of Satan was.
The words Tian had said to Morgan during the fight with Jace were on constant repeat in my head throughout the days.“It takes courage and selflessness to know when to sit out. It doesn't make you weak. Quite the opposite. Knowing when to run and when to stay and fight is something many people cannot differentiate. They're blinded by their egos or feel as if they have something to prove to the world.”
I didn’t need these foul creatures to fear me, respect me or anything of the sort. I didn’t need to prove to anyone that I was anything other than the woman who would use the love she had in her heart to overcome adversity.
My heart was my weapon and they underestimated the strength of that.
Satan’s love was the reason for this war, and my love would be the cause of the end of it. It was a fitting end to this battle.
I was the Oracle, right hand to our goddess Selene, and I was going to make sure it was my face that he saw for the last time before I sent him to his eternal slumber, just before my own came to take me to my new home and role in this world.
Tit for tat. If I have to leave, then so does he.
That’s my fucking girl.
I love you, Lux. I couldn’t have done this without you, truly.
Yes, you could have. But I’m thankful that the Fates brought us together so that you didn’t have to do it alone. It isn't a weakness to lean on someone for help. It takes so much damn courage to admit when you’re struggling, not to mention the trust involved in opening your heart to someone and asking for help, hoping that they won’t take advantage of your vulnerability. You’re so strong, Kira, and I’m damn proud to have called you my sister in my heart.
I think that is the most level-headed and longest response I’ve ever received from you, Lux. Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye already? Don’t make me cry, they’re approaching.
They were stopping at the other prisoners’ cells along the way, tossing them their measly scraps of bread. I heard them laughing as they did, acting like they were so much better than all of us. Their voices were just a couple cells down if my estimates were correct.
