Anna swallowed, she knew he was willing to make good on his threat, and in tears, she began to dig. With every step she took, she knew her end was nearer.
She had heard of the sentence 'climb the hill' more than a thousand times, but she never thought it would happen to herself. She didn't stop digging, but she could see that Adam was getting impatient. He shouted to one of his men, who came running to meet him.
"Help her dig." He ordered, pointing at Anna with his chin and lowering his rifle.
"Yes, boss. I'll go inside and get a shovel."
The man ran out of the house, and Adam's cell phone rang. He reached into his pocket for it, keeping an eye on it and pointing the rifle at Anna.
"Mycon decided that way? Yes. Obey him. He speaks in my name. I'll be joining you soon. Summon all my allies from the region, and the werewolves who came, sent by Caricature." He said and hung up his cell phone, turning to Anna. "It seems that fate has chosen my way of dying. We've been invaded by another faction, other creatures... I'm going to position myself on the front line to defend my kind..." He said thoughtfully, his countenance grave.
"Adam... Please don't do this! We have one child together... I have three more children..."
"Now is it convenient to remember that Ian is my son, Anna?" Adam asked angrily, his gaze cold. "Ian will inherit everything I own. Even my status as Alpha. I arranged it that way, while you were busy screwing Max. As for your other children, a stepmother will take good care of them. I think you'd better. Who knows, Camille?"
"Adam, I haven't parted with my children for good, please. I agree to stay with you." Anna asked.
She understood that her fate was literally in Adam's hands. By staying with him, she could see her children grow up. It wasn't worth dying for the love of one man.
"You had your chance to make a choice. It's too late for that now! One day, I made a promise to give you back the words you said to me. And I see no better time to keep my word than in your last moments. Today I'm disgusted with you! You mean nothing to me anymore. Keep digging. I'm in a hurry!"
Anna felt pain in her chest when she remembered the day she said she disliked him. It wasn't true, just as she knew he wasn't telling the truth at that moment either. He was blinded by hatred, and when Adam calmed down, when his rage no longer dominated his behavior, he would know he had made a mistake, but she knew it would be too late.
With the man's help, the grave was quickly made ready. They stood and waited for Adam to give the new orders.
Anna still hoped that the silent time he kept would change his mind. But she was wrong.
"Lie down in the grave, Anna." He said after a while, following the very rules he had established, that the person should be very aware that their heartbeat would soon stop.
"Adam... I'm the mother of your child!" Anna tried to appeal to some place inside Adam that might have some kind of compassion.
"A son you've hidden from me for years and who should now be out of my reach forever? How important you've made yourself, Anna." He said debauchedly. "Now lie down! I didn't force myself on your legs."
Anna had no more arguments. He wouldn't listen to her. He was blind and deaf. She lay down in the grave and closed her eyes, hoping that he was going to shoot her in the head, as if, poetically, Sarah had died, but the fate he had planned for her was far worse.
Adam arrived at the edge of the grave and looked inside. He handed a syringe to the boy, who helped dig the grave, and he went into the grave with Anna and stuck it in Anna's arm.
She didn't try to get away from it. She looked sorrowfully at Adam, before sleepily closing her eyes and feeling something being thrown at her. She was being buried alive.
...
Adam felt the hot tears roll down his face in silence, without changing his hard expression, as Anna disappeared under the earth that was thrown on top of her. He had been preparing that poison, together with the doctor, for a few months before he found Anna. The poison now came in three stages. First, drowsiness. Second, awakening, incredibly alert to everything that was happening, and third, paralysis of all the limbs of the body. She would try to escape, but she wouldn't have the strength to dig herself out and she would feel her oxygen running out. She deserved a much more painful death, but he wanted to think that somehow he had been generous with her.
Adam looked at the ground. There were so many bodies buried there that he lost count, but now it would become a sacred site. For it was not just Anna, an ordinary woman, who was being buried there, but also her heart and her dream of forming a family. She was the only woman who made him take that decision. Before her, he had never thought of having children. The man finished throwing the earth over her, and Adam approached. He took the cross from the man's hands, and when he stuck it in the ground, his tears came again. Adam didn't care that the man was witnessing his weakness at that moment. It was a good thing. The news would spread and he would be even more feared. For despite loving and feeling pain, he was capable of killing the woman he loved. He knew that, from that day on, they would always wonder what else he was capable of.
Adam got up and, with a silent goodbye, got into his car and set off for the city.
When he stopped the car anyway on the street, the situation was worse than he could have imagined. He saw several werewolves and slaughtered men, and couldn't tell which side the men fought on. Dester's men had united with other creatures and had chosen that day to come and wage war.