The Tale of A Villainess

Christine's Point of View

The night breeze was harsh and heavy, almost commanding me to finish what I had started.

It was all a matter of jumping.

I stared down at the drop awaiting me. The cliff loomed high, leading straight into the sea-and perhaps onto some jagged rocks hidden by the darkness of the night. I wouldn't know for sure until I was down there.

Even so, I took a moment to breathe deeply and question exactly when everything had started to go wrong. Was it when I lost my wolf? Or when my own family turned their backs on me? No. It was much earlier than that. Perhaps even before I was born, when fate decided to turn its back on me, never sparing a second glance my way, no matter what became of me.

Would anyone even miss me? I already knew the answer to that question. I had been a monster, blinded by my own pride, and I ended up earning everyone's hatred. This was my karma. Even so, a small glimmer of hope lingered within me—that I would be remembered, and maybe, just maybe, they would even mourn my death.

The sound of approaching footsteps and deep howls drew closer, cutting my brief flashbacks. There was no point to them anymore; this was all that was left... Me here, with And I jumped.