Fated is overrated
Chapter 112

Zeke POV

Although I would have expected her to lose the plot and become a loose cannon, she seems to somehow still be in control on some level, despite looking unhinged, as no innocents have been hurt thus far. I can only commend her for that. It goes to show the depths of her kind nature, she just keeps getting antagonized unnecessarily.

If it were her on the floor lifelessly, I would have burned the entire world down to the ground. How she can still maintain a sliver of control and not slaughter everyone here is beyond me.

She looks demonic in this state though, I can't figure out if I replace it sexy that she is this powerful, or that I should feel scared that she looks like a demon from hell right now.

Meanwhile, Ilona is still pleading for her life, stammering sorry profusely. But nothing seems to register with Lola, she seems to be too far gone. Either that, or she is deliberately choosing to tune her out.

Ilona has visibly shrunken a few inches and is hunched forward in a surrendering motion. Lola has stalked towards her and is now in front of her and peering down at her. Her hands are balled into fists and are still emanating fire and electricity from them. Ilona is whimpering and pleading, before Lola bellows "SILENCE", her bloodshot red eyes widening in anger.

Ilona whimpers and drops to the floor, kneeling before Lola and graveling at her feet. If the situation weren't so serious, I would have found it funny to be honest.

Oh how the tables have turned. From feeling so high and mighty and challenging her, to actually graveling at her feet. "P-p-please... have mercy".

Lola kicks Ilona back with force, landing her on her back. She bellows in a raw, primal voice "DO YOU THINK YOU DESERVE MY MERCY, AFTER WHAT YOU DID?!".

The electricity and fire in her hands are intensifying. It's as if her anger triggers it, but she is still trying to contain it. "DID NICK, THE MOST GENTLE SOUL TO HAVE EVER LIVED, GET YOUR MERCY? HUH?!" she screams, with a stray tear falling from her eye. A few beams of electricity shoot from her palms towards Ilona, hitting her in the chest. Ilona cries out in agony as the electricity hits her.

Her body begins to shake violently, before the electricity pulls back into Lola's fists again. The sea of flames that was surrounding them now intensifies rapidly, and it is becoming increasingly hard for us to see through them. I can only see bits and pieces between the flames, and I think I see Lola crouching down to Ilona's level.

I almost didn't catch it, but because of my enhanced Lycan hearing I hear her spit with as much venom as she could muster "you will burn in hell for what you did, b*tch.

The moon goddess will make sure of that. And I will make sure you burn before you reach there as well". Right after finishing her sentence the fire intensifies at an alarming rate, until it engulfs both Lola and Ilona completely.

The crowd that is left erupts in loud gasps and screams, and I can hear loud, agonizing screams coming from within the flames as well. Zane and I instinctively run towards the flames, frantically screaming her name.

Although she was the one who had summoned the flames, I don't see how anyone could survive in the vast sea of vicious flames. Zane and I are screaming, pleading and crying at the edge of the fire with no sign from Lola at all. The flames are sky high and as the screaming from within the fire starts to subside, the air begins to clear and the lightning bolts in the sky start to diminish.

Dread fills the pit of my stomach, and my heart sinks. I drop to my knees, thinking this can only mean one thing. "She's gone" I whisper to Zane incredulously, with tears streaming down my face. Zane is crying loudly, but I don't have it in me to look away from the fire, away from the last place I ever saw her.

Although she never accepted us, and we were f*cking stupid little sh*ts, I loved Lola with all my heart. I would have done anything she would have asked for her.

I can't believe I never got the chance to show her how much I loved her, to show her I can change. For her. I never got the chance to tell her how amazing she is and how I want to spend my life, our life, with her. I feel completely empty, and all I can do is stare at the flames that have taken her away from me, from us.

I feel my father putting his hands on my shoulders, but I still can't look away from the flames. It's as if she could step out of them any moment, or at least it is what my heart wants to believe. But I know in my mind she could never have survived that.

I hear Zane, my mother, Drake and Damon sobbing uncontrollably somewhere behind me, but I still can't take my eyes off of where I last saw her.

I still can't believe what just happened, I can't believe this is it. Would things have gone differently if we had not been so stupid last Sunday?

Would she not have been with Nick if we had been better to her, or at the very least not have taken her own life? I hear loud sirens and see a firetruck approaching the arena from my peripheral vision.

As they reach the flames the truck comes to a halt, and the firefighters start pouring out. They rush to get the hoses out and water starts spraying towards the fire. But to my shock and amazement - the water never hits the fire. It's as if it is unwilling to be put out and like an invisible force is protecting it.