Chapter 2
Jasmine's P.O. V.
"Mum, what is going on? Talk to me, Mom!" I shuddered with fear and anger. My mom held me in place with her hands wrapped around me. "Let's get out of here, Jasmine. It's not safe." She said, trying to pull me away,
"No, Mum, I need an explanation. Why is Dad tied up and accused of being a traitor?" I asked with visible horror and wide eyes.
"Listen to me," she said, cupping my cheeks. "Your dad is not a traitor, he never will be." She said calmly with tears brimming her eyes.
"That was not my question, mother. Why is Dad up there on the stage?" I asked with fury and tears threatening to fall.
"I'll tell you when we leave here. Let's leave." She said, gripping my arms.
"No, Mum, we have to save Dad. He will be beheaded, and you are telling me to leave. I can't,
you can go on ahead, but I won't leave Dad." I said firmly with tears falling down freely this time.
Just as I turned around to look at Dad, Andre slashed through his neck with no trace of emotion on his face. Everything froze. I stared at my dad detached head with horror and wide eyes.
No! My dad, my world, is dead.
I didn't realize I was moving forward until a hand pulled me back aggressively.
"Now is not the time for this, we will get our chance." She said, dragging me backwards with force. "No, Mum. I can't let him get away with this. He has to pay with his life.
Let me go!" I shouted with a voice laced with anger, pain, and tears.
I removed my hands from her grip and charged forward. The veil on my head is almost undone, but I didn't care.
My dad was butchered like an animal right in front of me for a sin he never committed. My heart was squeezing with pain, and mother is talking about patience.
To hell with patience. I shoved her away and ran towards the stage where Andre was standing. I don't care if I die. My death doesn't matter to me, but his death does. I sprinted toward the stage, the veil on my head fell to the floor, exposing my blonde hair.
I continued with bloodshot eyes, then suddenly a crushing force descended on me, and I couldn't lift my limbs.
Mother.
She is the only one with that kind of power. I forced my limbs to move, but they didn't budge a bit. Mother approached me, gripped my hand and pulled me back with a force I never knew she had.
"What do you think you are doing Jasmine," she roared. "You are nineteen and impulsive. Your hot headedness is not going to help the situation." She said furiously.
"You will fall right into his trap, and you will be beheaded just like your father. I'm not going to lose you too." She said with tears as she dragged me violently away from the arena.
"Why do you think he made a show just to kill your dad? It was a trap, Jasmine. He wants to lure us out of our hiding place, and you almost let him, you foolish child." She shouted this time with a powerful, vibrating voice.
The resonance of her voice made me recoil in fear. I couldn't think straight, my mind was scattered. All I could think of was Andre's head on a pike.
"I'm sorry, Mother," I said ruefully, dipping my head," but I'm not leaving this city until Andre is dead, and I don't mind how it's going to be.
We were literally family even though we were not related by blood. We basically grew up together, did everything together, and his sister and I were best friends.
But she sat there majestically while her brother slaughtered my dad.
"No you are not. We both know you are never sorry. You are my only child, my only family, I can't bear to lose you too.
We will definitely get our revenge, it is just not the time for it." She said, in a calm voice, but I could hear the nerves in it.
I glanced around and realized that we were deep into woods. She had teleported us.
Earlier that morning, my mother had suddenly asked us to leave the house this very early in the morning without giving an explanation. All I wanted was to tell Rosita that I'll be leaving New Orleans.
That was why I went to their pack house, only to find my dad being tied, dragged like a slave, and beheaded by her fucking brother, Andre.
"They will come for us, Jasmine. We will leave New Orleans this night. Get ready, and don't try anything funny." She said, looking around the woods before warning me.
Yes, we will leave, but after Andre has reached Goddess Luna's arms. I ran my fingers on my thigh, which held a small blade fastened around.
I've always kept it on me just for emergencies.
It was gifted to me by Dad. A blade that comes with a sheath that contains wolfsbane. The perfect gift for Andre Alessio. I pulled it out and stared at it with tears clouding my vision.
My dad was my everything, he was there for me when my mom left for all her coven rituals. He was my first friend and my only confidant.
His death brewed a storm in me, and it made my wolf hungry, hungry for blood, Andre's blood. His death will not be in vain; I'll avenge him, and I'll do it tonight before leaving. I walked to my mom's tent to check if she was sleeping only to find her crying, hugging my dad's clothes.
Ever since I was a little girl, I've never seen vulnerability in her; she always acts strong. This is the first time. I knew she really loved my dad, but she was never around. Her witch coven was always her priority.
For her to cry really meant she loved him, even if she never showed it. I left her tent quietly with an aching heart and headed toward the pack house. With blade in hand, I made my way to the pack house.
"There is no saving Andre this time."