Frozen Bonds, Broken Heart Chapter 07
For the weeks that followed, Damon remained dead-set convinced I was merely giving him the
silent treatment.
He came to my stone cottage again and again, begging me to come back.
But none of it did any good.
I had already set my long-laid retribution plans into motion.
Word spread fast: Blackwood Pack’s council began re-examining the Hale family’s contributions to the pack.
Using my parents’ will and the elders the Hales had oppressed and sidelined for decades, I slowly chipped away at the Hales’ authority and allies.
When Mr. and Mrs. Hale realized they had lost everything, they stormed into my pack house, screaming hysterically that I was a traitorous, ungrateful viper.
Only Damon stood in their way.
“Mom, Dad,” he said, his voice hollow. “None of this was ever truly ours. We’ve wronged her, and we owe her everything.”
He looked at me, his gaze fractured, like a mirror smashed to pieces.
“She’s never going to forgive me… is she?”
Then a pack member who had been traveling abroad returned with news. He had witnessed Sarah push someone into an ice crevasse out on the tundra, then clap her hands and walk away smiling.
To prove he wasn’t lying, he swore a binding soul oath and had a witch verify the truth.
When the witch nodded, the entire pack erupted in outrage and fury.
Fuming with unbridled fury, Damon stormed into the pack house where Sarah was being held.
Before he could say a word, the crystal chandelier in the main hall fell without warning, crashing down onto his back.
He crumpled into a spreading pool of blood, his body mangled and his spine shattered.
But his hand was still reaching toward me.
“Elena… forgive me…’
I felt nothing.
Blackwood Pack became what it once was-Bloodfang Pack.
I stood on the platform as the new Alpha.
Damon didn’t die.
He slipped into a coma, trapped in a motionless, unresponsive shell of his own body.
His parents came to me again and again, falling to their knees, crying, begging me to see him.
“Elena, please, show us mercy! We took you in and raised you as our own! We gave you everything!”
I looked at them, my face cold as ice.
“Mercy?” I said softly. “Where was your mercy when he abandoned me in the cold to rot alone?”
I owed them nothing.
As for Damon-
He could waste away alone in his hospital bed.
He wasn’t my problem anymore.
The Arctic wind was calling.
I set out on the road again.
There was still a debt to be paid to the souls buried under the ice.
