She came upon the house and was overtaken by the pain that surrounded the small dwelling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she entered the front door and inspected the massacre before her.
The older child had been beheaded, but not before his parents were
disemboweled. Malkia could see the torment that had set into their eyes knowing
their child was witnessing a horrifying moment. Their organs were exposed,
while their dead eyes stared bewildered at the child’s head which had been
deposited on the mantel.
Malkia’s face flushed with anger, as her rage began to build. Her
father had stepped over a line that could not be erased and as she examined the
gruesome scene, she cried out in frustration. Her angry tears flooded her eyes
and she quickly wiped them away, leaning against the wall for support.
Damon walked into the room behind her and gasped with disbelief.
Jasper’s cry was not far behind, and Malkia guessed Dario must writhing inside
with his silent response.
The war with her people was beginning and she had no idea how they
were moving so quickly. She was more powerful than they were. She had the
ability to stop them, but not when she had no idea what their next move was. Her
head spun with doubt as she studied the heartbreak before her. These people did
not have to die. They did not deserve to experience the pain and heartache,
they had felt before their last breath.
Malkia slowly followed the three men out of the dwelling, and
accompanied them to each of the three other bloodbaths. The townspeople cried
out in shock and anger, as each home was inspected and the bodies were wrapped
and moved to the infirmary.
Malkia left the last residence in a fury and raced towards the castle
walls. She had to know her sister was safe. She flew through the hallways, not
blinking as she disappeared through her sisters’ door.
The room was deathly still. She glanced over at Mataya’s bed and
noticed it was undisturbed. Her nightgown remained on the edge of the bed,
unworn. Malkia bolted over to Mataya’s powder room and yanked open the door to
a dark and empty room.
Tears ran down her face as she dashed through the castle, asking
everyone she encountered if they had seen her sister recently. One by one they
each shook their heads, but as she spoke to the last person they remembered
seeing her with Justin. Malkia was feeling the fear build in her heart as she
frantically searched every inch of the manor. Making her way through the
fortress, cringing at the necessity of entering their private conversations, it
became obvious no one knew where her sister was.
Just when she was on the verge of faltering, she stumbled upon
Justin. His body was hidden in a dark corner closet at the farthest north end
of the castle. At first he appeared to be dead, but Malkia found a faint
heartbeat. She pulled him into her light and darted back to Bella’s room.
Bella and she had become fast friends and now she needed her more
than ever. She hammered frantically on the door with her fist, sagging against
the frame with lightheaded relief when Bella answered. They positioned Justin
on Bella’s bed, and she began a healing spell, as Malkia watched in
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“Why are you in such a hurry, I can barely keep up with you and you are hurting my arm,” she daringly shot at him.
He laughed out loud and sneered down at her as he grasped her arm firmer, “Wouldn’t you like to know. I will tell you this; if I find your little friends I will rip them apart. Too bad you are not out there to warn them. Instead you get to sit in your little cage like a good little woman and think about what I might be doing to them.”
She wished she had not asked. She knew if Dario had survived he would be waiting for a chance to free her and he could possibly get caught. Not to mention Alex and Levi would never leave her or Dario. If Dario was dead, the unthinkable, she knew Alex and Levi were out there waiting to find a way to get her out. The thought made her cringe. She had to escape or else she was afraid they could all be dead. She was just grateful the rest of the group got away and they were hopefully on their way to meet up with the bigger group.
As they got closer to the cage, Malkia examined the area around it. There were tents surrounding it and the forest was at least fifty yards away. Theia loomed above the forest, her presence creating a feeling of home, which made Malkia’s desire to end this imprisonment even more important. If she could get away, hopefully Parowan will be waiting for her and she could just whistle. Of course then she would have to fly fast enough to out run their arrows. She knew she could not escape that way. Her escape had to be thought out carefully in order to keep everyone safe, including Parowan.
When they reached the cage, the wolf-man opened the door and softly shoved her in there. The door slammed behind her and she heard him lock it before he walked away. She looked around her and noticed everyone was lying down either sleeping or staring at her.