The Beast's Possession
161: Lost child?

**Aife

pov**

I blinked. And then I did it again. And again. Probably until I looked like I was trying to lift my entire body weight with my lashes.

However, the thought of looking ridiculous in everyone's else's eyes didn't even strike me. What did was her words that kept echoing in my mind. Lost child? To live a lie?

What were her questions supposed to mean? Was it that this complete stranger knew more about me than I did myself and she was trying to imply that there was information she could hold over my head?

If so, she had no chance at fulfilling her sick plans. I have met so many people who had tried to ruin my life, who tried to control and manipulate me, but I finally had had enough. No more.

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking a step closer to her cell.

"You'll see, fake Luna. Soon enough, you will see and once the day comes all of you will have to admit that you're not half as saint as you claim to be," she spat and started laughing as if she just told me the funniest joke. I didn't find her words funny.

"Why would I trust whatever words that come out of your mouth? You're just someone who sent a woman here to see if I'm really here and then tried to attack the pack." I scoffed.

"Oh," she dragged the word, voice still full of nothing but amusement. "If I were you, I would listen. Ignoring the words of a witch, especially one as old as me, isn't the wisest decision to make."

I didn't know if listening would be wise, so I had no idea about the consequences that might come if I didn't listen.

She was too off-putting and didn't bother to explain herself, so standing here, I probably looked like the biggest fool on this planet.

And besides, her story wasn't adding up, mainly because of the lack of details, but I had a feeling she would pretend to be mysterious rather than admit she had lied. I could stand here for hours and she still wouldn't explain anything. "Why did you request to see me?" I decided to focus on her request rather than a story she could spin for me.

"Oh, nothing big, really," she grinned. "I was wondering if you are brave enough to come here and face me. After all, you probably know I can hurt you."

Giving her a quick once-over, I decided to be as bold as I could and laughed at her words. Then, I took another step closer and pointed my finger at her as if she were lesser than me and snarled, "yeah, and with what arms are you going to hurt me?"

That did it. The witch started thrashing and raging while screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs.

"Be careful, if you carry on like this, you might lose your legs too." I added, just to hit her where it hurt the most.

Usually, I wasn't this spiteful and mean, but this woman deserved every word and more. Not only did she come across as an awful person in general, but she had also hurt and abused Kala.

Maybe Kala didn't realize this just yet, but she was a part of a family now and I wanted everyone to know that I was on their side, no matter what. The same way, I would remain on Kala's side and do my best to stand up for her if she couldn't do that herself.

While the witch was right with one statement - I wasn't a real Luna because I wasn't Bane's mate, I still wanted to act like a proper Luna. I wanted to be the voice of those who couldn't speak, the strength of those who were too tired and fighting spirit for those who couldn't fight anymore.

A witch couldn't take it away from me, she couldn't take it away from the pack. Also, if she thought she could bring me down with some words alone, she had a thing or two coming for her.

The very man I had fallen in love with was the man who had broken me beyond repair and then, slowly glued me back together, piece by piece, so a woman, screaming at me, couldn't hurt me even close as much as he did. I survived Bane, I would survive anyone that decided to stand in my way the same.

"Oh, enjoy your victory, fake Luna, enjoy it while it lasts. Once the North rises and comes, you will see everything, you will learn the truth and I shall relish in the misery you will spend the rest of your life trapped in. Enjoy drowning in the shallow waters of tears."

Raising an eyebrow at her, I kept staring at her. What did she mean now?

Were her words some hidden curses, promises or just sick, twisted threats with no truth in them? I wasn't as sure anymore.

"Look at you, questioning your own reality. Isn't this a beautiful sight?" She laughed like a banshee.

Cold shivers ran down my spine as I took one step back, just in case to increase the distance between us. Maybe she liked the closeness, but I suddenly felt so uneasy, I couldn't take it anymore.

To make matters worse, her shoulders started glowing, right where her arms used to be. It wasn't intensive or bright light, just a little sparkle, and a moment later, it disappeared.

The blood-curdling scream that left her lips made me jump and I had to slap my hands over my ears from how loud it was. When she stopped streaming, I pulled my hands away and noticed that they were covered in specks of blood. The witch screamed so loud, my ears actually bleed. "What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath, stuck in a state of complete disbelief.

"You monsters! You burned my arms! How could you? How dare you fucking burn the arms of the witch!? How fucking dare you?" She started screaming again, but since her voice didn't sound as loud anymore, I didn't cover my ears. When she started gasping for breath, I spoke up. "Yes, your arms were burned, which is an appropriate punishment for someone, who had tried to use their magic to attack a Beta wolf. This isn't your Coven, witch, you are in our territory and therefore, you are living under the law of the pack - as a prisoner or a part of it, it doesn't matter, the law still stands."

Her head snapped in my direction and eyes bore into mine. Even from afar, I could see the hatred burning in them as she stood right in front of the cell bars and actually growled at me.

"You," she hissed. "Your downfall is the one I will enjoy the most. It's coming, sooner than you can imagine or predict, I feel it's coming. And once you fall from the throne you've built for yourself, I will be there, standing close enough to watch you suffer. The clock's ticking, my dear fake Luna. Let's see who suffers more - me, after losing my arms, or you, once you finally meet the fate written in stars."