âWilma, please, letâs end this cycle of hate.
â
That voiceâ¦
Gale suddenly stopped.
Caleb and I glanced in the direction of the voice, seizing the chance to see who it was.
There, at a distance, stood a man, imposing with his muscular build and commanding presence, his features striking.
It was Rick, the ancestor of the Thorn Edge Pack.
Both Caleb and I opened our eyes wide, surprised by what we saw.
But Rick appeared to be nothing more than a projection.
Hovering in the air like a ghost, he gazed sadly at Gale, his eyes brimming with remorse.
âWilma, itâs my fault.
If you want revenge, take it out on me.
â
Rickâs POV:
Maybe it was Godâs mercy that caused time and space to go awry when I took my own life, leaving my soul to appear seventy years later.
At first, I was clueless and kept silent, especially when I saw Wi
lma nearby, sensing trouble.
I quietly eavesdropped on their chat from before.
It seemed some mistakes lingered long after they were made.
The disaster I triggered eventually caught up with the world seventy years later.
I couldnât bring myself to speak, drowning in guilt.
Way back then, after witnessing the witchesâ terrifying power, I foresaw this outcome.
I knew deep down it was my selfishness and deceit that led to all this.
My lack of kindness and compassion transformed the sweet and innocent Wilma into a woman filled with bitterness and anger, her eyes now reflecting resentment and hatred.
Feelings of guilt, regret, and distress flooded me, almost drowning me in their intensity.
Oh God, what did I do in those days?
I stared at my hands, consumed by regret.
It felt like the fire in the forest back then was scorching my soul and conscience.
âIâm sorry.
â I bowed my head and earnestly apologized to Wilma.
âItâs my fault.
I hurt you deeply, and I see your pain.
â
For a moment, Wilma seemed lost, staring at me with empty eyes.
With a heavy heart, I pleaded, âWilma, can you please stop spreading hate and blaming the innocent? Iâll take all the blame.
If you need someone to punish, let it be me.
Whatever you do, Iâll endure it.
â