Chapter 62: Hell

~Caspian’s POV ~

The warmth in her eyes... it was gone. Completely.

She stood in the center of the room barefoot, blood-splattered, her hair wild like a storm cloud. Around her lay the torn bodies of wolves...my wolves.

And she had ended them, just like that. I stared at her, unable to breathe.

How did she get so strong? Is that even Hazel anymore? The questions tore through my chest like claws.

She turned to me, slowly. And then she smiled.

It wasn’t her usual smile...the one that melted my heart. No... this was cruel.

"I’ve never felt this good," she said, her voice light and airy, like she was commenting on the weather.

"Maybe those babies being taken away from me... was the right thing, you know?"

My heart dropped. What?

Then she laughed. Hard. She grabbed her stomach like someone had said the funniest thing.

"Hazel..." I stepped forward slowly, cautiously. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Caspian," she said, grinning wider now. "It’s me. Hazel. I just... can’t feel anything anymore. And it’s wonderful."

I blinked, stunned.

"But you’re...you’re talking like—why would you say something like that? About your children?"

She tilted her head, amused. "Say what? That my babies were taken away from me? That maybe it’s for the best?"

I flinched. She took a step toward me, barefoot in blood, and I instinctively stepped back.

"Ever since I got pregnant, everyone’s been whispering. Judging. Telling me what to do, what not to do, how to act, what to feel. Everyone’s been telling me whole lots of stuff."

Her voice cracked on that last word, but she quickly composed herself, wiping her bloodied hand down her arm.

"It’s an abomination, right?" she sneered. "Isn’t that what they said?"

"Hazel—"

"Even Cyrius said it," she cut in, her eyes flashing gold for a brief second. "That I should fear those babies. That they would be the very things that destroy me. And maybe... just maybe... he was right."

"No. No, don’t do this," I pleaded. "You don’t mean any of this. You’re in pain. You’ve been through too much, Hazel...just let me help you. Please."

turned away

now," she whispered, and then her voice turned ice-cold. "But

blood dripping

father... I’m going to kill

promise, a prophecy...sent a

did to me. For what he made me. For torturing me all these years, I’ll make him pay." Her chest rose and fell

not alone. You don’t have to become this to get justice. You don’t need to lose yourself to

smile had faded. Her

they took my

past me. My mind

wasn’t my Hazel. It was

her warmth, her fear, her pain...now there

her, but my legs buckled beneath me like snapped twigs. My wrist twisted again with

"What the hell

thrown me across the room. Caspian. Her husband. And

It would take time for my wolf to heal,

was a stranger. No...worse. Like I was something

to sit up. "Did she just wolf out?" But the full moon isn’t even

supposed to have a wolf. She had no scent, no connection to the Moon Goddess, no

Then she became something like a witch fixing

A witch? A werewolf? What the

happening. Hazel shouldn’t be

Not now.

when we should be looking for

downstairs

yelled. "The Gilberts... they’ve been murdered." My chest sank hard.

dead in her tracks and whipped around. Her eyes

that?" Her voice was low, dangerous, coiled like a predator mid-pounce. "No. I was supposed to kill them. I

breath came out

The guard hesitated. Then:

Cayden. He slaughtered them... including

instantly,

Hazel’s face cracked

whispered. "Ariel...?" Her tone trembled, not with grief, but fury. "Ariel

"Who. did? It."

new voice echoed

"Me."

who it was and someone entered

blood. Hands shaking. Eyes

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