Chapter 27 I Am Dead

• Lupercalia or the Full Moon.
• Both are the same to me. For me, there is no Full Moon without Lupercalia. I stare at it, my eyes blurry with fatigue and fear. "Ralph, where are you? Please, find me," I whisper now. The wind rages on, tossing the waves high and delivering me to their mercy. All I can do is stare at Lupercalia. I dare not beg her to spare my life, for years, she has only caused me grief and pain. Why would she choose to let me live today? My death suits her better, she would rather see me leave this world as soon as possible. I'm nothing worth, just human, worthless for the werewolf species. Perhaps it was she herself who orchestrated this disaster to get even with me. Making sure I disappear from this globe altogether, even my remains won't soil the earth.
• As if harassing me, she occasionally slides behind a dark cloud making the sky a lurid image before my eyes. And then she hides almost completely, further obscuring the world around me. It is as if she is playing me mentally, driving me to the brink of insanity but still at the last moment, pulling me back and keeping me sane. To her, this is all a game, never minds that to me, it is a heartbreaking experience. But I am willing to get into a deal with her. If she wants to save Jasper from my clutches, I'm ready to let him go, never again chasing him. My mate is better off without me, I'm done with that.