Sophia’s POV
I tried to fight it. I really did. I tried to hold on to every shred of light inside me.
I tried to remind myself of my brother and my family. I tried to think of my mate. I tried to think of his lips against mine and his arms around me. I tried to think of his scent and his voice.
I tried to hold onto my wolf. I tried to stay connected with Stella. She kept screaming and reminding me of everything I had to lose, everything I had to fight for. But the darkness was relentless. It was a force that seemed to come from deep within me, spreading through every part of my body.
I tried everything that I could to fuel the light inside of me. I tried so hard to push the darkness away. I didn’t want it. I was afraid of it. I didn’t want it to consume me.
I desperately wanted to go back to my brother and my family. I wanted to go back to my mate. I wanted to feel his body against mine. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. I wanted to start a family with him.
So I fought. I fought as hard as I possibly could.
But I failed.
I failed and the darkness was eating my heart and my soul. I could feel its cold fingers wrapping around my insides. I could feel my heart slowing down. I could feel my soul disappearing. I could feel the darkness entering my bloodstream and spreading through my body. I could feel it at the end of my toes and at the top of my head.
I fought until I had nothing left to give. But it wasn’t enough.
There was nothing but darkness now.
As the darkness enveloped me, I felt the last bits of love and hope being ripped away from me. Everything good within me was being consumed, leaving only darkness behind. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside me, plunging me into a world of darkness.
Suddenly I didn’t care about my family. I didn’t care about my brother. I didn’t care about my mate.
I didn’t love them.
I didn’t love anyone.
I heard Stella’s heartbreaking scream that would tear my soul apart if I still had one. I could feel her pain pulsating inside me. I could feel her desperation and fear.
It did nothing but fuel the darkness inside me. I felt stronger because she was weaker. Her pain made me stronger. Her pain made me smile.
‘They will come for you, Sophia,’ Stella said through her loud whines. ‘Your family will save you. I will save you. I promise.’
I chuckled darkly. I didn’t care. I didn’t need to be saved. I didn’t have a family.
‘You have a family!’ Stella screamed at me. ‘You love them and they love you!’
Her cries got quieter. I was losing my connection with her.
Good.
‘We will save you, Sophia,’ she told me. ‘I will find a way, I promise.’
Her last words were like a whisper. One more second passed and I couldn’t hear her or feel her anymore.
I smirked. I was finally free.
“I think the transition is complete, Sir,” I heard a voice that I hated.
I heard footsteps approaching me. He placed his hands on each side of my head and bent down to look at me. He had a smirk on his face.
I hated him too.
I hated everyone.
“Hello, Sophia,” he said, smirking at me. “How are you feeling?”
I clenched my fists and tried to release the magic inside me.
He smiled and looked me up and down.
“Not so fast, little girl,” he said as his eyes lingered on my bound hands. “These chains are blocking your magic. We will remove them once we can trust you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and gritted my teeth. He will never be able to trust me. I will kill him the second he removes those fucking things from my hands and my feet.
“Are you sure these will hold?” he asked, looking at the witch next to my bed. “She is the strongest being after all.”
Was I?
I smirked.
Nothing would hold me back then, would it? Once I figured out how to use this new magic I would rip these fucking chains off and I would kill them all.
This new magic was a lot stronger than what I was used to. When I needed to use light magic, I would pull it from my heart and the love I felt for my family. The new magic was different. I didn’t have a heart anymore. I didn’t feel the love any more. I still needed to figure out how to use it and where the source of it was.
“Yes, Sir,” the witch said and I had to hold back a chuckle. “It will hold her.”
“Good,” the fucker said as he looked back down at me.
He smiled and looked me up and down again.
“My grandson is a very lucky man, isn’t he?” the fucker said as he lifted his hand and caressed my cheek gently.
I would cut that hand off first.
“It is such a shame that I took you away from him,” he smirked. “It is such a shame that he will never have you.”
His hand traveled down my neck and the magic inside me exploded. I was going to kill him!
The chains around me rattled, making him jump back and growl. He looked at me wide-eyed. I smirked at him.
“You said it would hold!” he screamed at the witch. “Fix it! We don’t need her killing us!”
I watched as he stormed out of the room. He slammed the door shut and screamed.
I laughed and looked up at the ceiling. The paint was peeling off and the entire ceiling was black because of humidity. Small droplets of water kept falling on my body.
The witch approached me and started mumbling incantations. I felt the chains around me tighten.
Their stupid belief that this would hold me back was making me smile.
Nothing would hold me back. I would break these chains off and I would kill them all.
