The Lost One (7)

Estrella had taken the death of her lover very hard over the next three weeks. I felt sick and disgusting whenever I talked to her. Here was Estrella, grieving for the lost governor and her fiance, while I was off, falling in love with some soldier!

I could not help myself, though. The more I spoke to William over the week we met, the more I felt attracted to him. He had wanted to meet up on the full moon of that month, and I explained to him that I could not. He was not told why, but he still honored my wishes.

William was just so intriguing. He would always tell me of his adventures and how they had to remain longer at the prisoner of war camps because of all the Confederate soldiers coming in. I always listened to him. I did not want to miss a scrap or detail of his stories of the prisoners, with his comrades, or even his daily life. It was so interesting to me. The tales made me realize why Colum must have wanted to temporarily join the Union army as well; army life sounded so enjoyable! I am sure that I would have done the same as Colum, too, if only I was a man.

Armel grew more and more accustomed to doing his job. He was getting stronger after the initial shock of Colum's death; the governor had probably realized that he needed to be permanently responsible in memory of the one before him.

Some two weeks into seeing William, I had told the new governor. Armel had merely nodded, asking me if I had revealed the secret of the werewolves yet. I responded that I had not because I was trustworthy and would not do something as terrible as to let loose a life-or-death secret.

Armel more or less approved of the relationship between William and I. Once, I even brought William to the governor's house. Armel had treated him with respect as well as somewhat critically. Living in one house together made us a family - even more so after we learned of Colum's death - so it was only natural that Armel was looking out for my safety.

Estrella was far from happy when she learned of William. She growled and asked if her friendship meant nothing to me, to which I assured her that it did. Estrella seemed not to listen. Her emotions since the letter was received were always a mixture of anger, self-loathing, and depression.

There was one day that I learned William was to be sent off with his regiment. I did not want him to risk the chance of dying as Colum had, so I came up with the plan to give him the almost-immortal life that a werewolf had. It would have been my first time changing and making a new creature, so I was a bit nervous. I almost considered making Armel do it for me, but I realized that would be selfish.

"What do you think of William?" I asked Armel nonchalantly, not looking up from the cards.

"What do I think?" the governor repeated, placing one down on the table. "He is a good soldier. Friendly, nice. Why?"

I took a deep breath, holding my cards down to my lap. "Do you think he could become a werewolf?"

Armel looked taken aback for a moment, but he soon nodded and looked at his cards once more. "Yes. I think that might be a good idea. You would have to be the one to bite him, though."

"I will," I answered. "Thank you." I looked around. Usually Estrella hung around in the room to criticize our styles of playing cards. "Say, where has Estrella gone off to?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Armel stood from the table and walked into the hallway. "Estrella?"

I followed him, heading up the stairs. We called her name frantically, but we received no answer. Last of all, I tried her bedroom. When I saw what was inside, I almost choked with fear. Instead, I called Armel to me.

Attached to a rope from the ceiling, Estrella hung, her neck broken and brown eyes full of sorrow.

The End

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