Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Ava's POV

"What true identity are you talking about?" I asked in terror, panting as I began to understand what was about to befall me. Everything was becoming clear in my head, and now I can't help the quaking fear building up in me.

"Are you a demon spy?" He asked calmly again. My body was so weak and exhausted as I hadn't eaten and also lost a lot of blood from the wound my father gave me and now I can't imagine going through the torture of silver and wolfsbane. What kind of scroll did Aurora find and how could it term me as a demon spy?

Why the hell is my life this miserable?

"If you don't believe me, then it's fine. Just get out of here and allow me to face my fate alone. Allow me to suffer and die since that's what everyone in this pack wants! If I am a demon, I won't let myself be inflicted with all these pains and tortures. I would have used my powers to kill all my oppressors. " I paused as my heart was now thumping so fast, causing my breath to hitch.

My whole body was shaking vehemently as more tears poured down my eyes.

"Ava, I am sorry. I believe you. But now I don't really understand why Aurora is treating you this way. Why is she so wicked towards you when you never offended her? Have you ever met her before in the past?" Stan asked, and I shook my head sideways as more terror waved through me.

"She found a scroll. Your sapphire blue eyes and the death of your mother through childbirth were what the book explains as a way to assume a demon spy in the wolf community. Now your father wants to test you to be sure you aren't one of them," he explained in a sober tone. His words pierced my heart with more pain that couldn't even let me talk.

Just then, we heard footsteps coming to the ward. In a quick motion, he stepped away from me.

The door was kicked open that moment and four of his fellow warriors guarding the Royal pack barged In, rushing to drag me out, but paused when they saw him standing at the corner.

"The Alpha is back from the Lycan's kingdom. It is time for the test." They reported to him in chorus with a bow.

My heart became so heavy as I knew what they meant. It was time for the torturous test for something I know nothing about.

I hoped I survive.

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I thought this was going to be the most painful experience that might take my life, but when I was pushed into the mixture, I felt nothing. Not even my body felt wet, as it seemed like I was floating above the water without gravity to pull me down.

When I was forced into the confinement by the Beta's daughter, I screamed at the top of my voice in panic and terror over the agonizing pain I would face, especially as I saw how the liquid was bubbling like boiling oil, but as I was finally buried and enclosed inside the same toxic and deadly liquid, I felt nothing.

Why can't I even feel the wetness on my skin? It just appeared like I had lost the ability to feel touch, and I noticed I was losing consciousness too, with something like a soul ejector pulling my soul from my body.

"Ava!" I heard someone scream my name in a voice that was filled with fear, that heart-wrenching fear that hits one when they are at the point of death.

My eyes, which were shut, popped open, and I suddenly found myself on the outside of the Royal Packhouse, right in front of the gate, staring at the whole pack, with all its members peacefully living their lives.

"What is going on? How did I get here?" I mused as I got more confused. The last thing I could remember was being pushed into the silver and wolfsbane confinement that was prepared to check on my true identity after being suspected to be a demon. So how the hell did I end up here?

And who owns that female voice that screamed my name in a terrifying tone just now?

I saw three men, which included Stan, the warrior leader, as they stepped out of the Royal Packhouse gate, and that made me smile widely. I ran to him, shouting his name, since I recalled he was the only one who had been nice to me, but just then, the strangest thing happened.

I tried to hug him from behind but ended up hugging the air as his body passed through me without any contact. Even when I shouted his name, he didn't turn or act like I made any sound. I also noticed my voice was queer and seemed to be within me.

My jaw dropped instantly as a thought hit my head: I could be dead already!

"No!!!" I screamed in horror, but just like before, it was muffled by a force I can't understand. I was sure I made that scream with all my might, but no one was looking at me.

I ran to Stan, who was now a few metres away from me. I kept shrugging off the thought that I was dead from my mind, even when that was the only thing that could explain why I seemed to be in another world. Hot tears were brimming my eyes and pouring like two springs while I kept breathing heavily.

"Stan! Look at me!!! I am here!!" I screeched in terror, stretching my hand to grab his hand, but once again, it swayed past. I couldn't touch him. Our skin never comes into contact.

But then, he stopped walking and spun toward me.

His hazel eyes fell on me and I gasped in excitement, thinking he had started seeing me, but what happened next made me shake in wild fright. He fell dead.

Stan died and went cold, followed by the two other men with him. Their eyeballs turned creepily blue.

"Stan!!" I screamed, but then my ears began to hear cries of agony, wails, and blood-gurgling screams. I looked up and around me, seeing nothing but dead bodies piling up. Everyone of my pack members was dying in large numbers, falling off and going limp.

"No, what is happening?!!" I cried out, but the cries increased, taunting and battering my head.

Right in front of me, everyone was slumping and dying, and their dead bodies were scattered all around the ground, leaving me in terror.

With a wild run, I sped into the Royal Pack House to announce this massacre to my father, but a sudden laughter of mockery began to resonate all around the building.

As I made my way to the royal mansion, I could already see the guards outside slumping too. The terrifying part was that they would die without their eyes closing and would keep looking at me just as Stan had done. The stare was the type that was blaming me for their deaths. Even the screams echoing all around seemed to be directed at me.