Beyond Redemption
Cassandra had offered to clean Silas' wounds, as no one else wanted to. It seemed that she still had some fleeting love left for him, despite her desire to be done with such a terrible person.
She sighed in anguish for herself as she took the rag given to her and dipped it into the water only to bring it up to one of his cuts and dabbed it tenderly. Goddess she hated him. Why did she offer this? Maybe it was a lingering connection...maybe it was decency.
Whatever the reason, the blonde was very lucky to have someone clean his opened flesh - because she certainly wasn't going to offer to heal it. In fact, she hoped it scarred him.
He stayed passed out for most of her work, but after a while he roused his head and groaned. The beaten Silas looked down to Cassandra with a warm, relieved look as he thought she had come to save him.
"Cassie," he started with a smile.
"Don't." Cassandra replied sourly and didn't even bother to look up to him.
"I...I'm sorry...I am..." he lied. He wasn't sorry. He just wanted her back.
"Mmmmmhm" she hummed out sarcastically as she wiped across a giant sore as harshly as she could.
"Agh....could you be less rough?" Silas complained.
"You're lucky I'm even here. No one else wanted to help you. They were going to let your wounds heal themselves. I can always leave if you'd prefer," she offered with a sardonic smile that had hate written in each showed tooth.
The spoiled brat just avoided her gaze and cursed her in his head.
"Well if you won't be kind - go get Syrana. She was a far better mate than you anyway," Silas returned spitefully.
"....Wow...you don't know?" Cassandra asked with disbelief, as he was sure Veltar would have mentioned something.
"Don't know what? Did she reject me now, too?"
"Well, she can't really reject you when she's dead," the jilted female replied as coldly as possible.
"...What? Don't be a bitch - where is Syrana?" Silas asked again incredulously.
"Okay, I'm done. Which do you want to speak to first?" Cassandra started rather ominously before she offered him his choices. "Our Alpha and Luna were gracious enough to give you a choice, so I'd take it if I were you."
"Hah! Alpha? Him? You know as well as I do that he has no chance of getting the throne. The army would never back him. Me, however - I've got their power behind me," he replied with the most cocky voice she had ever had ring in her ears.
"No, Silas. My father has control of the army. Otherwise, where are they now? Did they just leave you last night when you so foolishly branded a human weapon against the Alpha's best friend and his wife? Or are they just having a tea party and biding their time?" She was not kind in her delivery, and her eyes glared at him with contempt.
"Your father made me alpha! He is the army, you dumb bitch," Silas replied and then laughed at the end of his words.
"You are the dumbest, most arrogant bastard I've ever met. I hate that I fell in love with you. I hate we're mates. I hate everything about you. All I've ever wanted was to be loved by someone - just like you. I thought I had found a partner. I thought I had found someone who knew how I felt, and we could heal from the pain together....but you're just a little boy stuck in a man's body - and yes, you're a man. You're a pathetic little man who only wanted my father's approval because deep inside you're a hollow, empty shell of a person who requires adoration to function. You're a weak, spineless worm - and you'll never be Metas. As much as you say you hate him, you sure do try to imitate his ways a lot."
Cassandra wasn't letting him get away with calling her names again....and just when she felt she had the power to berate him, she lost it when he started to shout "Lalalalala" like a petulant child.
That hurt her more than anything else - and rather than waste her breath, she splashed the bloodied water she had created from cleaning his wounds, followed by a brisk slap to his face.
She left just as he was ready to shout more insults.
Metas and Jyriah sat outside the room when she walked out with tears running down her face, and an angry look to boot.
"Are you alright?" Jyriah asked unexpectedly.
"Yeah... no... I'm sorry. I feel terrible about everything. I just thought-" Cassandra was cut off gently as Jyriah put a hand to her shoulder.
"We heard. Listen, I'm not foolish enough to blame you for your actions knowing Harbinger and having been around him. I let him talk shit about my baby sister - my beloved, most cherished baby sister. He's scary. I won't hold this against you," Jyriah had honestly learned a valuable lesson after having that fight with Veltar. He didn't want to make another mistake with anger again.
"I'll work on Myranda," Metas chipped in and offered her a soft smile. Unlike his wife, he had more understanding and compassion for those who did the wrong things because of their situation.
"Thank you my Alpha, Jyriah" Cassandra answered and gave them both a gentle bow before she took to all fours and left the slender hallway of the hollow she was growing to love.
"You go ahead, my brother. You so graciously gave up the first round to Veltar, so take the second. If he dies, he dies" Metas offered to the still healing male with a shrug. He truly meant it.
"Thank you, Alpha" he started, but caught Metas' wide eyes and head shake. "Errr.. Metas?"
"You are family. Do not address me as Alpha. Furthermore, you're in my most trusted circle. In private company, you may always address me naturally. It's uncomfortable otherwise," the large black wolf replied truthfully and shook his head as though to shake the feeling from his very fur.
"Thanks, Mets. I'm glad we're family. You're a good guy," Jyriah said with a light smile, and while his tone was somber - Metas heard the happiness behind each syllable.
"I'm going to walk away- come and get me when you are finished, please. Myranda doesn't want to see him, and her shoulder isn't healing great. That silver really singed her flesh badly," Metas offered and gestured to the room where Silas was shouting obscenities and insults.
"Thanks. I'm going to add that to the list," Jyriah grinned deviously and made his way towards the bound and restrained blonde male who certainly deserved the beating coming to him. As Jyriah entered the large room, he formed into his mortal being and stood on his two feet.
If he was going to beat the hell out of Silas, he wanted to do it personally and hands-on...and he wanted to say everything he was entitled to without the loud mouth blabbing over it.
Ohohoh, did he have plans....