TEN MONTHS LATER
The regret of lying to oneself is a million folds greater than the regret you feel from lying to someone else. Lucas has been doing that all his life, and he was about to do it again. Some months back, he'd swore never to go back to the den, but here he was; driving towards the hellish place this dark night in a black Chevrolet.
His hair was dishevelled and his heart was in disarray. The permanent sting in his heart was ever present, and his heart only found peace in thinking of one person; Camilla. He'd heard stories of how werewolves go crazy or fall into depression for being away from their mates for too long, but they weren't just stories anymore, he was living it.
He wouldn't agree he is depressed, he believes he is stronger than those wolves. This was just his wolf's sadness affecting him, he has told himself that countless number of times. He was lost, completely, but she wasn't. She left of her own accord, and she still hasn't returned, not that he ever thought she would, but he still wished he was wrong about her even though it was too late for that.
What did he ever do to deserve this? Why should he feel so much pain over someone else's choice. The past two years since she left has made him envy the humans more than he ever thought he would. They are weak, but at least they have the power of choice. The choice to do what they want and be with whoever they want. They changed partners like he changes his cars, whenever they want, or whenever they get tired or are hurt by the other. Not that he wanted to live that kind of life, but at least they could do it.
The only thing that took his mind off of her was pain. He was about to find out how much of his sorrow the pain could take away as his head swayed unwillingly to the side when the car bumped into a pot hole on the rough road.
He tapped his fingers briskly on the steering wheel, his foot pressed down on the accelerator. The cool night breeze rushed in through the window, making his eyes sting. Spring was his favourite season, always has been. His eyes were bleary from his lack of sleep and exhaustion. How could he sleep, when the nightmares and dreams about her kept him on his toes.
He brought the car to a halt in the front of the warehouse where other cars were parked as well. He stepped out and tucked his hand into his pocket, short strands of his black hair danced in his face to the tune of the wind. His heart rate was steady even though he knew of the deadly consequence of what he was about to do. But he doesn't care, he was changed. She had changed him, literally, and she wasn't even here.
As usual, the loud chants and roars of the crowd filled the night hall. This time, he was the one forcing his way through the crowds in search of the scruffy vampire.
"Hey.'' He tapped the vampire from behind, who was clapping his hands and cackling cheerfully with the rest of the crowd.
"Hello. Been ages mate.'' The vampire replied, with a grin that was the remnant of his earlier laughter.
"Yeah. I wanna fight.'' Lucas said, cutting the pleasantries short. The man's smile faded and a questioning look replaced it.
"You know it's a fight to death, right?''
"Yes. I know.'' Lucas replied, then he paused for a few moment. "Hook me up, I want the next fight.''
"That's already scheduled mate. You can have the. . .''
"No. I want the next one. Or I'm out of here.'' Lucas cut him off, with a stern expression. The man sighed and rolled his head down.
"Okay. You got it.'' The man replied. "Gotta warn you though, you're facing an experienced fighter. I doubt you'll be able to get out of there alive boy.''
