sorry for the wait. We can close this now. SSWM: 722
Layla looked up to the male as he removed her from holding him. She could not understand what was going on. There was no way he could have been telling the truth. Why would he leave her now? They were in love so why would he all of a sudden just want to leave her. The longer she looked over the male, the more she could feel her heart sink and tears form in her eyes. There was no way. The mistress kept lying to herself in her mind that all of this was just a dream. She was sure that soon this would all be over and she would wake up in bed, cuddling close in his arms. She even tried to pinch herself as she stood there staring at him. She was not waking up and the tears began to fall down her eyes. This was real. He was really going to leave her. She stayed silent even as he spoke to her, telling her that this was not a joke and that he really was leaving. The black and white she wolf watched as he moved to the door. So he was just going to abandon her here at his home? She watched as he told her not to follow him and left. The she wolf was frozen in place as she tried to comprehend what just happened. Her heart was bleeding on the inside. Her heart was broken and she could feel herself crying a river.
Layla fell onto her knees as the door hung open and she stared out into the snow. She fell onto the ground, breaking into tears and crying her heart out. She wondered if her former mate could even hear the pain she was in. She held herself as her cheeks became rosy red with pain. After a while, the mistress passed out on the floor, feeling herself drifting into a dream. She could see herself there with Saluce. He was standing right in front of her, being his loving self and holding her close. Just then, he moved his hand to her chest and stabbed her right in the heart. He pulled out the bleeding organ as the mistress’ lifeless body fell to the ground. With her last moments, she looked over to the red eyed behemoth as he stabbed his claws into her heart and laughing. At that moment, the black and white she wolf woke from her nightmare. She looked around the house, the behemoth was no where in sight. She went back to crying but pulled herself off the ground. There was nothing but painful memories here. She knew she could no longer stay here in this house. She would have to pack up all her things and find a new home.
Layla slowly made her way to her herb room and began to pack all of her herbs into the box she had used to bring them here in the first place. She was going to have to fit everything into this box so she didn’t have to make so many trips back to this hell hole. She raced up to the bedroom and grabbed her clothes before heading back to the herb room. She packed them into the box and tried to close it up the best she could. The mistress took one last look at the room before she left and looked to the sword sitting on the table. She knew Saluce had made the sword for her, though she was not sure if she wanted to take it or not. The black and white she wolf eventually picked up the sword and headed out into the cold. The male was no where in sight, though that was a good thing. She did not want him around to remind her of the broken heart he had just given her. The she wolf moved to the back of the house to get her only companion now, her horse. She carried her box of things and trusted that the horse would follow her. She then walked away from the house, not even taking a moment to look back. As she disappeared into the lifeless wood, she wondered where she could go. She didn’t want to be alone. She shivered as she tried to think of where to go.
