Sabrina's POV
Percy was gone.
Just like that, he was dead.
He could've at the very least died true to our nature, in battle like his father. Like most would like to die but somebody robbed him of the chance to die the way he should have, they ridiculed him.
How can someone be this sneaky and a straight up coward to use poison. This was not the way of the wolf, choosing an option that reduces our nature. Forced to endure a pain so excruciating, one chooses to die.
Nobody wants to be taken by poisoning or illness.
Not one person.
He will be remembered as a weak man, a man that could not stand his ground nor fight something people perceive to be simple, poison.
Percy won't be remembered as the boy that, yes he made some terrible decisions but turned his life around. From alpha to beta, he still tried. He apologized for his wrongdoings to the people that deserved it, to me but that won't matter.
It won't matter to anyone at all because people only remember what they want to remember and I know what they will think of him, I did too before today, right now.
Before, I hated him. He was the guy that humiliated me and chose someone else over me but now, he was dead. His face, body lifeless on top of me. His bloody vomit drying up on the floor and I see him differently.
It had to take him dying for me to change my perspective of him. He was just a boy. A boy ruled by his own father, who had no freedom.
Percy's father made decisions for him for his own selfish reasons and Percy could not do anything about it because it was his father. If his mother allowed it, why couldn't he? That is the home he grew up in and this is where I'm lucky I was raised by a man that taught me to think for myself and decide for myself where I want to take my life but that is not the case for Percy and many others out there.
We don't choose our parents or siblings. He got a bad dad and after his passing, Percy finally corrected his actions and lived his own life.
The pack would never let him be alpha, not after the Woods drama but he was a true champion.
"That he was. He fought a good fight Sabrina, don't think anything else. He is finally at peace and until the next life, we can take comfort in that my little moon." Mother says to me, her hands on my shoulders standing behind me.
I remain quiet.
Afraid if I open my mouth I'll just start crying. I mean, I'm already crying but I know I'll break down.
My face is stained with tears but I'm silently crying for him. The Percy I grew up with..
"Sabrina..." Max calls out to me and I run to his aid..
He was not pale but I could sense that he was getting weak. The poison was making it's way to his vital organs and I had to act now.
Placing my open hands on his chest I try to heal him. The pain jumping from his body and in to mine, feeling once more the excruciating pain Percy was in but this time, it was worse.
Somehow Max was in much more pain. I open my eyes to look at him, passed out again from the relief I've provided and his body finally resting.
Josey runs in, holding a letter.
"I will come for all of you, starting with the weak ones." Josey reads, handing the letter to mother and holding up a brown bottle.
"Somebody get CJ!" I shout and Cj walks in, seemingly healthy.
Hunter stomps in, face red as ever and body language was ready to kill.
"The weak ones..." I say out loud and I immediately run out the room. Everyone follows as I make my way to my son.
In the room, I find his nanny on the floor, blood all over the carpet from what appears to be from vomit. She was dead and my son, on the bed sleeping but the brown bottle on the nightstand, brown in color worried me and I jumped on his bed to wake him.
He doesn't wake, feeling for his spirit and he is still alive but barely there. His heart barely holding as he gets weaker and weaker, my son in pain at his tender age.
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