Fated reborn - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Trent followed behind me, his uneven steps hot on my heels as I stormed hallway after hallway before heading up the stairs.
There was only one thing on my mind, and I was too blinded to think anything else. Maids I passed who usually gave me small smiles or respectful nods scurried out of my way when they took one look at my face.
I couldn't blame them too. I was furious.
Trent's harsh breaths caught my ears and I could feel his hurried steps gaining on me.
"Lunawyn!" He called, his voice laced with so much desperation that I doubted he was the same Trent that had stepped up this morning to protect me.
He had called me by my full name and I unknowingly faltered in my steps and he got to me in a few seconds.
"Wait please! Don't do anything rash, you're not thinking straight." He said breathlessly. His breathing was erratic and his wide eyes flew over my face, panic rooted deep within their depths.
"But why? I have to do something. I can't just sit by idly while people were being mistreated." I said.
My blood was hot in my veins, and I was well aware of the heat radiating off my skin. I was in flames.
"Don't you see? You can't." He whispered, his voice cracking as his eyes shone, turning glassy when they caught mine.
"I... I don't understand. But this could help you?" My voice was quivering now.
Trent took a timid step towards me. A manner in which he hadn't approached me since the first time we met.
Both of his hands cupped my elbow and he gently pulled me towards him until I was two inches away.
"It could Wyn, believe me I know."
"Then why?"
"It's dangerous, that's why. If our mistreatment gets reported, believe me, it will make them angrier and they will take out that anger on us. In more ways than one." He stated grimly, his gaze trailing to the cold ground.
"And reporting it won't stop any of it?"
"It won't. Although, initially it may seem that way but they will just get better at hiding the mistreatment. And I know because it's been done before." His lips pressed into a hard line and his eyes looked ahead like he could see something I couldn't.
But I didn't ponder on what he may be seeing or... Remembering, because it sure looked like it.
My mind was raging trying to piece together all the emotions his words had rioted in me.
He said it had happened before which meant someone must have reported about the situation. Is that why I hadn't noticed anything before?
Who could have reported about it?
Trent seeming to hear the unspoken question I had asked looked deeply into my eyes then swallowed. He looked like he was deciding on something.
I held my breath when he let go of me and with slow, deliberate fingers began to roll up the left sleeve of his shirt.
I had never seen him in anything that went above the elbow and I hadn't thought much of it. But it seemed I should have because just beyond the crook of his elbow was a deep scar in the shape of a "c".
A surprised gasp left my lips when I took in his mark.
What could have happened to him? Werewolves don't scar unless they are seriously injured but it would never be that deep.
This scar was too pronounced. Too precise, to just be a coincidental scar.
Someone marked him.
"Who did this to you?" The words left my lips in a whisper. I couldn't bring myself to speak louder.
"Them." He spat the words out, his face twisting to an ugly expression as his eyes lost focus. No doubt, he was remembering how he got it.
"Tell me."
He did.
"I was still a boy, barely older than fifteen when it happened. I had always hated how my parents were treated badly even though they were made to work like cattle." He started, his eyes watering at the memory.
"I remember an instance when a warrior nearly half my mother's age ordered her to wash his week old laundry even though she was clearly weak and couldn't do so. She had been beaten the week before and was still recovering poorly." He paused, his words choking in his throat and he bowed his head and tried to compose himself.
"I was a hot blooded kid at best and I hated seeing my mother like that. That evening, I stormed into the Alpha's office and told him everything I had kept deep in my heart. In my mind, the Alpha was a fair and just leader and would hear my pleas and stop all the mistreatment from happening. I was mistaken."
Trent's voice dropped and for a moment I thought he wouldn't continue.
"The Alpha shunned me and gave me a measly response before sending me out of his office. He did talk to the warriors and sounded nonchalant about the issue, much like he sounded today when we told him about the break in."
Well, that about sounded like my father.
"For the first few weeks, everything seemed okay and we were doing just fine. Not just my family but all omegas in general. Being as young as I was, I felt on top of the world and started lifting my chin up higher as though i had somehow risen up the ranks. But that feeling died an abrupt death when I was cornered by a few warriors who showed me that you could go to hell even when you were still alive. They beat me so bad that I couldn't see during that time and they gave me this... Scar. They had said the "c" stood for coward because according to them I was too cowardly to face them and had run to tattletale on them to the Alpha." Trent finished, a lone tear had rolled down his cheek and he licked the salty drop with his tongue.
"Im so sorry Trent." My voice was beyond cracked, tears streamed down my face feeling every bit of pain he must have felt that day.