MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION

Chapter 5  A Nightmare Come True

Carolyn

My dream last night made me realize that there is every possibility that I might just die here. It was scary to think that none of them had stood up for me, not even Peter.

I didn't want to believe my dreams, or rather nightmares, it was just my mind's way of predicting the worst possible outcome.

There was no way Peter was going to let me die without a fight, without even listening to me or coming to see me.

Although his eyes in my dream were clear and true, they held no secrets and held what he felt inside, which has always been his way of expressing himself especially when he was around me.

I could always read him through his eyes but I didn't want to believe it this time around, I just couldn't.

It had been such a long time since I had contact with anyone, no one had come down to see me, or to bring me something to eat. My stomach grumbled at this fact but I didn't care.

With how long I had stayed down here, I began to lose hope in Peter ever coming to see me, and I might just die for a crime I never committed

I needed to get out of here before they decided to kill me, but I didn't know if I should still seek Peter out, maybe he would still listen to me.

My voice echoed in the dungeons as I cried for help, juggling the locks to my cell violently in an attempt to break them off.

What I didn't expect after a few seconds of assaulting the lock was it to melt off, the hot sensation made me recoil my hands back into myself as I took a few steps backward in shock.

My eyes glued to the spot that now had the burnt lock and my mind raced, what in the hell just happened?

There was no answer to my question as I stared in wonder, but I couldn't stare for long as this was my chance to get the hell out of here and I wasn't going to let it pass me by.

Jamming the locks and pushing the metal bars open, my heart hammered over my rib cage. I was scared of what might happen if I didn't leave the cell, at the same time I was also afraid of what might happen if I did .

That being if I were to escape, then it would only make me appear more guilty for a crime I didn't commit. If I don't leave, I may just be looking at my own death.

If I could just get a chance with Peter maybe I could clear my name and get everything back on track, I needed to find Peter.

After my decision, I stealthily snuck out of the cell and out of the dungeons, I was surprised that there were no guards stationed in front, maybe they never really thought it was possible for anyone to escape as it had never happened before.

Whatever happened to those locks was still a mystery to me.

The pack house was silent as it was the middle of the night, or at least that was what the night sky and the crescent moon that hung in the sky could mean.

I snuck into the pack house, my heart ramming against my chest and I feared it might just be the very thing to give me away.

Voices drifted towards my ear as I closed in on an open window that was just high enough for me to see through.

The voices were recognizable, and one of them made my heart beat even faster.

"Peter," I whispered low enough. This would be my time to explain myself to him, but not when Luna Elizabeth was present.

The voices carried on, "You need to make a decision, the pack is beginning to become restless and it's already been three days, they need justice for their Alpha."

Three days? I've been locked up for three days?

"It's not that easy mother, what if..." Peter tried to explain but he was cut off by his mother, "There are no ifs, you need to uphold your duty as the new alpha of the pack, justice must be served, my mate would not be dead if it weren't for that bitch."

My teeth gnashed against each other in anger hearing her slander my name. Peter, I felt sorry for him, watching how he needed to make such a decision when he didn't have to.

Peter released a sigh, "fine, I'll set an execution date, justice must be served."

My heart stopped for a moment as I watched the look in his eyes. I was too shocked and didn't realize that I had taken a step back and stepped on a twig which snapped loudly, drawing the attention of the mother and son pair towards me.

The look in Peter's eyes when he saw me, resembled the ones I had seen last night in my dream. He really didn't believe me, he really thought I had something to do with his father's death?

I was beyond hurt, but that could wait as the both of them rushed outside. Luna Elizabeth yelled out, questioning what a murderer was doing out of her cell before calling for the guards.

My eyes were glued onto Peter's, a silent communication asking why he didn't believe me, trying to tell him that I had nothing to do with Alpha Alexander's death but I was too stunned at his decision to kill me to speak, and so I ran.

"Carolyn, wait!" Peter yelled for me to stop but I wasn't going to, sprinting as fast as my legs would carry me.

Why did this feel so familiar?

Loud howls pierced through the night sky, and thuds of paws sounded out from behind me, sending shivers down my spine, my heart drummed in fear and the tears dripping down my face as I maneuvered through the forest.

I knew why this was familiar to me, it was the dream I had last night, and the thought of it scared me even more, this was how I died.