JUDE GRACE
Rhett killed my father.
I look down at my dad's beheaded body with silent tears.
I glance at Parker. His face blank.
His eyes meet mine briefly and I shiver at the deadness.
Parkers always been different. Colder, quieter, angrier....
But since Calista disappeared, he's been... empty.
Nothing. Just a shell of what he used to be.
A part of me wonders if it's because he never found his mate when he turned eighteen.
My mothers different too. I glance over at her.
She stares at dad with anger.
Shes been angry.
Nothing besides anger, and at night when she thinks no one can hear her I hear her loud sobs.
My mom was close with my sister. It didn't bother me because I was also close with my sister.
Sometimes I would see my mom staring at my sister with a look I couldn't place.
She didn't know anyone was watching her when she did that.
Maybe she knew something terrible like this was going to happen.
It's been almost a year since Calista disappeared.
I've been sorrowful. Parker's been... dead. My mom's been angry.
Now my father is actually dead.
"Leave. Before you get the same fate." Rhett yells from his throne.
I look at Rhett with a hateful look.
But he's not the Rhett that I'm used to. This Rhett is miserable.
I have never in my life seen the look in the heir's eyes.
Once he sees he has my attention the mask goes up immediately and he snarls.
I narrow my eyes at him in confusion. He's faking.
The hatred and anger is a mask, he's miserable underneath.
Absolutely miserable.
"Go ahead." my mother says, and I look over at her to see her looking at Rhett.
Parker turns out of the throne room immediately without a second glance to our father dead on the floor.
I follow after him quietly.
But he doesn't go in the direction back to our house. He's going the opposite direction.
"Parker, where are you going?" I ask him.
He growls at me before saying, "Leave us alone."
I stop in my tracks at the sound of Blake.
I sigh and turn back into the direction of the woods.
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PARKER GRACE
She's gone.
My mother's words have repeated in my mind every day, every hour, every second since Calista disappeared.
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.
Now my father's dead too.
"Callista's not dead." Blake mutters.
"Yeah, how do you know?" I ask him.
"We would know." he says.
I don't have a mate.
My sister was taken.
My father's dead.
What do I have to live for?
"Goddess-Damit!" I yell into the empty woods.
I walk through the woods in my human form.
She's gone.
Why can't I help? Why can't I do something?
Feel......
You're fathers dead.
You just watched your fathers head be ripped off his body.
Feel. CARE!
"FUCK!" I scream.
She's gone.
Feel.....
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.
Your fathers dead.
Feel....
She's gone.
Care.
You don't have a mate.
Feel.....
She's gone.
Your fathers dead.
You don't have a mate.
She's gone.
Care.
Feel....
"Fucking hell!" I scream again.
I slap myself across the face. Hard.
She's gone.
Your fathers dead.
Feel....
You don't have a mate.
He's dead.
"Stop!" I scream.
Please...
Just stop.
I can't take this anymore.
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AUTHOR NOTE
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Little wolf
Fantasy"So you don't want me but you don't want another man to want me either?" I ask him, angrily. He steps toward me slowly, "Another man so much as looks at you for to long...he's a dead man, little wolf." --------------------------- Calista grace is...
