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MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION Novel Cover

MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION

The future Luna of Silvermoon, Carolyn is suddenly accused of treason and exiled by the pack she devoted her life to. But the wilderness awakens an ancient power within her, the Watchman Wolf, a legendary force that bends the four elements themselves. She meets people with deep connections to her past, and now she must unravel what fate has in-store for her. Because the girl Silvermoon cast out is no longer powerless, she's becoming a legend that her may destroy them all, if she doesn't master the storm inside her soon. While her former Alpha crowns a new Luna and war grows between rival packs, Carolyn must uncover the truth behind the conspiracy that ruined her life and decide what she truly is... The protector of the wolf realm or the harbinger of doom.
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Chapter 4

Chapter 4: A Vision

Carolyn

I was short of words, all stuck in my throat and nothing could come out, my gaze frantically moved from the angry Luna Elizabeth to my mate, Peter.

It all happened so fast, his eyes searched me as though he couldn't believe I would have done such a thing and he was right, I didn't do this.

His mother however had made her claim, believing that I was capable of killing the father of my mate, whom I was to get married to.

The luna rounded up the guards that were present and ordered that they should lock me up immediately.

"Ple...please, I'm begging you, I swear, I didn't do this," I yelled out as the guards grabbed my arm harshly and began to pull me away, "Please, let me go. Peter! Peter!" Screaming at the top of my lungs just to get his attention but I was dragged further away and they had walked back into the ward where the now dead Alpha laid.

The next thing I knew, I was pushed inside a cell and the metal bars were jammed shut, the clicking sounds of the lock echoed in the empty dungeons.

My voice was barely audible as I was unable to let out a sentence without shaking, "I-I am telling... the truth. I had no part in this... you have to believe me please," the tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes as I gazed at the guard who dumped the keys in his pocket and glared at me.

His gaze was harsh, joined with the dim lights that lit the halls opposite the cells, "I pray your execution is long and painful," the guard sniffed and spat right before the bottom of the metal bars and proceeded to walk away.

I shook my head vigorously, "No please you don't understand, I didn't do it, you have to believe me, I didn't kill him," the pitch of my voice increased as I watched the guards back as he slowly disappeared into the darkness leaving me all alone.

That didn't stop me as I yelled at the top of my lungs, trying to prove my innocence and calling out to anyone if they could hear me, at the same time begging to see Peter just one last time, I knew he would believe me. He was the only one that would even listen to me.

When my voice slowly disappeared from all the shouting that I'd done, I finally broke down, my hands pressed against the metal bars as they slid downwards until my knees touched the hard cold ground, sending a chill up my spine.

What in the world just happened?

My mind was in a mess and all the events that had happened up till that moment were blurry. One minute I am celebrating my consummation with my mate and the next minute I'm thrown in a cell and awaiting execution?

I couldn't have killed him, there was no way I could have killed him.

I chanted in my head, not for a second did I believe that he died in my hands, there had to be a foul play in this, but who would even want to do such a thing.

Who the hell would want to kill the alpha knowing just how much we needed him, there was a war brewing and the alpha is the pillar that we all held onto, if he wasn't there then we might as well surrender to the enemy.

Someone was definitely trying to frame me, but who could it be? I may have a few enemies in the pack, a few of them that didn't like the fact that a nobody like me would rule them as their Luna.

While I tried to figure out this,  the doors to the dungeons were pulled open and the sounds of the hinges brought my attention to them as I shot to my feet, the guard walked into the room and I began to plead for him to let me see Peter but he walked past me and down the cell.

A few minutes later he passed by and exited the dungeons without a single glance in my direction.

A deep sigh escaped my lips and I sank to my knees, the tears couldn't be held back any longer as they dripped down like a waterfall. In one night, my life had been turned upside down.

I didn't know how long I had been imprisoned for but it had been quite some time, not a single soul had come down to visit, not even Peter. I had tried to keep myself awake but the exhaustion had finally caught up to me. My eyes slowly dropped down and I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke back up, the ground was no longer cold, there were no bars that kept me in place, rather, I was standing in front of a large crowd in the middle of the night. A large bonfire was in the middle as the crowd chanted.

"Move," a gruff masculine voice ordered with irritation before pushing me forward.

My legs moved of their own accord and that was when I saw it, almost a dozen wolves, their fangs bare and their eyes reflected the flames of the bonfire.

I shook my head as a tear drop slipped from my eyes, my gaze flickered to the man that stood at the platform.

Peter's gaze locked with mine and I held it in place for barely a few seconds before he turned away from me. Those few seconds there was sadness and distrust in his eyes, different from the loving gaze he always showered down on me.

This might as well be the most painful, I had imagined that he would be the only one to believe me. The guard behind me unbounded my hands.

Peter's reverberated in the clearing with just one word, "Kill."

Fear stilled my heart as I turned tail and fled as I knew what was coming, but I couldn't outrun the wolves as I was too weak, fumbling and stumbling over logs and bushes and it didn't take time before the ferocious wolves caught up to me.

The large wolf pushed me down and I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing violently. In a blink of an eye,  it let its large head snap at my throat with a mean growl.....

My screams could be heard from miles away as I launched forward, clutching my throat vehemently for any signs of injury, my breathing ragged and my heart was going double the beats per second.

It was only a dream, it was only a dream

I told myself but my heart wasn't fooled. It felt more than just a dream, it felt real, every second of it...

My death.

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