CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 144

Chapter 144

"I was a witch." Tyla admitted. But it was just the first of the many things she had to say. "We were best friends. Your father and I. We’re best friends." Her teeth gritted upon saying it. It was harder than she thought because it wasn’t the most that she wanted between them. But that was all she got. All she could be because of his mate.

Cabril wasn’t like any other wolves who automatically judged her for being a witch. They had become friends since they were teenagers until they grew into adults. She considered him as her best friend he too as his female best friend. Many didn’t like their friendship, especially Cabril’s pack. She wasn’t allowed to get inside their territory, so he would often get into the city to bond with her.

He was always curious of other races, so they quickly became good friends. He wasn’t bothered by what she was. From then on, she admired his personality. His kindness and despite being a son of an Alpha, and would probably take the position from his father in the future. But that all vanished because of his despicable brother.

"You’re a witch?" Melisca repeated. Disbelief was in her face. She didn’t know anymore how to react from one revelation to another.

"I said I was." Tyla approached her. "Now, this was the most interesting part." She looked at her with a maniacal gleam in her eyes. "You think I’m overreacting for how mad I am right now? Oh, you wouldn’t blame me when I tell you about it, Melisca." She paused for a moment, for she didn’t know where to start exactly. "Years after years of planning to save them, and you just failed at the very last part. At the very important point. If I had seen it coming, I wouldn’t have risked a chance for you." She stopped in front of her and pointed a finger to her chest.

"Your father died at the mountain. He actually died from the hands of his brother."

"I buried him." That was what she believed in her memory. "But he was alive." Melisca opened her mouth as she recalled seeing her parents’ faces back at the laboratory. They were true. Weren’t they? But then what about her memory of him burying him in a grave?

"Of course he is alive!" Tyla announced as she waved her hands in the air. And she chuckled sarcastically before looking back into her eyes. "He’s alive because of me. He was alive because I gave him my immortality."

Melisca’s breathing hitched. This woman had actually gone far enough just to help her father.

"I gave him another chance at life in exchange for my being a witch. Now, I’m just human. Weak, boring, and powerless."

Now, Melisca fully understood her. She couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore. She had sacrificed too much, and she failed her. Tyla had all the rights to get mad at her. And she couldn’t forgive herself either. She was glad that she had taken a seat on a rock, or else her body would have fallen on the ground from everything she’d heard.

"The memory you had in burying him? I did it." Tyla wasn’t finished yet. "I did it so that you wouldn’t think of your father anymore. So that I could hide him and keep him safe from everyone. Even from you."

That made Melisca look at her again with eyebrows furrowed, and a surge of rage rose in her blood. She stood up, getting face to face with the woman head-on. "What did you say?" Her mind was too boggled already from all the shocking news that she didn’t know what exactly to react. The woman hid her own father from her. She didn’t know if she should be angry or glad for that despite any reason she had. "You kept my father from me?"

"After you left him in the mountains, I found him dead." Tyla clenched her eyes shut for a moment as she wanted to erase the memory of him when she found him with his pool of blood and lifeless on the ground. But it was undeletable. It is forever etched in her mind and heart, also with Melisca.

But Tyla never regretted giving up her whole being for him. It was the biggest decision she made automatically. She couldn’t just imagine her best friend being dead. No. She could hardly stand seeing him with his family. That was why she left his side when he got married. But he called for her when his wife was abducted. He’d asked her to tamper with his daughter’s memories. She doubted at first if she could do it because she’d never done it before. It wasn’t her talent. And it was dangerous. But she succeeded, for Melisca believed what was in her memories.

Melisca swallowed hard as another tear escaped from her eyes. "I... I never wanted to leave him." She never does. If only she could turn back the time. She wanted to fight. But then what? She didn’t want their sacrifices to be put in vain, especially to her mother, who died first protecting her. Well, she died in her memory. She raised her gaze at the woman before her with eyes turned to slits. "You shouldn’t have played with my brain. More so when my father died."

"Does it matter now, Melisca?" The woman shook her head with a mocking smile.

She reached for the woman’s collar and roared at her face. "It matters because it hurts!"

Tyla met her deadly gaze. She knew it hurt. They all felt it.

"You shouldn’t have taken him from me!" She shook her by the clothe in her grip. "So, what happened after that, huh? The hunters got him! You couldn’t protect him either!"

She doesn’t want to hear how her father got abducted from Tyla. But she was more curious how she ended up being one of the committees.

"And why don’t I know you if you were so close to him?" It was too late to bit back the words. Melisca somehow knew the answer already.

Tyla chuckled and pushed her away. She removed her hands on her collar and stepped back from the derange woman. "Didn’t I say that I probed in your brain? It was much easier for you not to recognize me so that the whole charade could be executed well."