Chapter 368
368–Stripped Off Every Happiness
Madeline:
The part that scared me the most was the condition Baxter was in. He was bleeding, and not just from scratches or small wounds, Blood was pouring out of him, 2
“No, Baxter,” I whispered.
He stared straight at me, shocked that I had arrived. Then, with an apologetic look, he tilted his
And just like that, within seconds, the monster took off.
“No!” I screamed, running as fast as I could, but I was already too far behind.
The monster flapped its big–ass wings, taking my husband, my support, my everything away from me as if it were nothing. 1
I ran with everything I had, and in my panic, I let my wolf take over. Mid–transition, I shoved past trees and branches, grunting as they scratched me, but I did not stop running.
The monster howled in the distance. It reminded me of the day my daughter was taken from me. Another loss. like that would break me, so I had to stop the monster.
For the first few minutes, it stayed right above me. I managed to match its speed, but then clouds began to gather.
For moments at a time, the monster disappeared. It appeared again, then vanished, flickering through gaps in the clouds, until it disappeared completely.
I kept running until it felt hopeless, until I lost sight of it once again. I dropped to my knees, fully shifting back into my human form, and began to cry uncontrollably, slamming my fists into the ground over and over.
“No, return my husband to me!” I screamed loudly. “You cannot do this to me! What the fuck is wrong with you p>
This time, I screamed at the moon goddess instead, looking up at the sky. The fucking clouds had to come today. It was all the moon goddess’s doing.
“You never fucking cared about me. Every time you saw me happy, it was as if it became your mission to fill my life with sadness. Do you not fucking see how I am living?” I screamed and screamed, biting my bottom lip as hard as I could until I tasted blood.
“I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you all. How could you do this to me?” I screamed aga.. hair, pulling at them.
A force pressed against my hands, prying them open and making me let go of my hair.
grabbing my
“Madeline, please pull yourself together,” Ron urged, jumping in front of me and holding my hands to stop me from hurting myself.
“Pull myself together? How do you expect me to do that? I lost everything. I lost everyone now,” I screamed at him, pushing him away.
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He stepped back, then moved toward me again.
“Right now, you need to calm down. You’re not going to find him like this,” he told me, still trying to hold my hands.
I felt warriors appear from behind, helping him restrain me.
“Really? Then how do you expect us to find him? How do you think we can still find him? He’s gone. That monster took him too. He did this to me,” I cried out.
Then it hit me. Something shifted inside me, and I felt different, sharper, overwhelmed.
“This is not fair,” I uttered. “Why would Baxter do this to me p>
I did not know what happened after that. It felt like something flipped inside my head, and I could no longer think clearly.
“Okay, I need Wolfsbane. Do I have to repeat myself again and again?” I heard Ron shout, but my body was already giving in.
“No, please don’t give me that. I want to keep looking—I will ask Baxter why—why did he run away from me?” I begged, struggling to swallow my words. (1)
My vision began to blur even before they injected me with Wolfsbane.
“Calm down, Madeline. Please calm down,” Ron urged.
He quickly wrapped his arms around me, forcing me to stay still as I started to lose consciousness.
“I am nothing without him. The monster should take me and my whole family with him now, because there is nothing left p>
I began to speak in my sleep. I could feel my mouth moving, forming words, and then I completely passed out.
Sometimes I wonder why people pass out. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Did they get upset knowing they had lost time while they were unconscious? Or did staying awake do any good other than letting more tears fall?
I did not know what it meant for me. I only knew that even in my sleep, I understood that when I woke up, I would no longer see the handsome face of my smiling Baxter again.
Even after I was injected with the Wolfsbane, I could feel my body resisting it. It was trying to wake me up, refusing to waste any more time, pushing me to look for my husband as well.
By the time I woke up, I realized I was at the motel, with my children standing beside my wondering where Gina had been and where their father had gone.
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