58: 58 My Wolf

58 My Wolf

"What did you say?" Kral's entire body seemed to bristle with hostility as he asked sharply, radiating a strong sense of enmity. 2

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't mean to bring up that method. It's just that I... just thought of it," The spirit on the wall muttered.

"But you just mentioned that she needs to take a drop of blood from the heart?" Kral didn't look at me, but his tone strangely softened when he mentioned heart blood.

A werewolf's heart was an extremely fragile and deadly place, and the blood there was particularly special, and it was excruciatingly painful to take it.

"I am not entirely sure of the effectiveness of this method, but if she cannot shift into a wolf, perhaps the Moon Goddess can only find and confirm her through the blood of her heart," the spirit said, showing us an evasive answer. She dared not meet Kral's dark gaze, and her voice gradually softened. "So, do you want to give it a try?"

"Let’s do it."

I suppressed my fear and forced a smile at Kral, whose face had grown even grimmer. "It's only a drop, right? It shouldn't hurt too much."

After hearing my words, Kral’s face didn’t change.

Meeting his cold gaze, I handed him the dagger, and my hand shook involuntarily at the thought of the cold blade piercing the softest part of my chest.

"I can do it," I said, holding back the fear in my heart and forcing a smile as I looked at him and pulled his hand, which was holding the dagger, closer to my chest.

Looking into Kral's golden eyes, I kissed the corner of his mouth and whispered softly, "As I've said before, I will be your queen and no one can question that."

"Go on. I trust you," I closed my eyes, waiting for the expected pain from Kral.

"Puff……."

The dagger pierced through the fabric, causing a faint sound of friction. I trembled, but my body felt no pain.

Sensing something was wrong, I opened my eyes in confusion, only to find Kral's face turning pale, his eyes tinged with a weak redness. Shockingly, the dagger I handed him was stuck in his chest.

"Kral!!"

The scene before me left me frozen in place. A chilling coldness penetrated my legs, making it impossible for me to take a step. I thought I let out a scream, but my sound was feeble, as if I had been stabbed.

"Hurry! Bring the vase over here! Don't waste the blood from his heart!" The voice of the spirit on the wall was urgent and restless, as if drifting from a distant place.

"Don't cry, Delia. I can't let you bleed in front of me, not even a drop," Kral spoke calmly. His broad left hand brushed my eyelashes, leaving them warm and damp. It was then that I realized my vision had blurred, tears streaming down my face, and my heart felt an unbearable pain.

"Get the vase," Kral's lips turned purple, and the color of his blood stained my eyes. But he continued to gaze at me tenderly, his face unchanged, as if nothing had happened, except for the gleaming weapon nearly buried in his chest.

I made my way clumsily, like a puppet following orders. I fetched the vase and returned to his side. He curled his lips, making a simple smile with no other meaning.

"Does it hurt?"

I heard my voice choke and I looked at the blood from his wound. I watched as Kral slowly removed the dagger from his chest, and the red color seeped into his clothes. I bit my lip, holding my breath as the thick scent of blood filled the room.

"It's all right." Kral's tone remained so flat.

The heart's blood left a trace on the gleaming blade, then dripping into the vase as I watched.

In an instant, two blood-stained lilies emitted an incredibly dazzling light. I covered my eyes and, through the gaps between my fingers, I saw the two lilies swaying without wind. They had absorbed fresh blood, their stems growing and entwining around my arms before vanishing above my chest.

When I looked up again, darkness surrounded me.

"Kral?" I shouted loudly, but there was no response from anyone.

I found myself surrounded by bewildering darkness, unable to see my own body. I groped around, as if being thrown into a pitch-black cave.

The lingering glow from the lily flower above my chest remained, and strangely, I felt no panic or fear. I wandered alone in this dark cave, like a headless fly, aimlessly moving around. I had no idea what I was searching for, but I heard a burst of urgent, excited, and incredible cries.

"Woooo～!"

My body's blood surged with fervor at the sound of the wolf's howl. The glow on my chest intensified, and the petals of the lily flower manifested upon it. My intuition guided me, telling me that it was my wolf!

"Where are you? Where are you?"

My own voice echoed through the cave, while the distant echoes of the wolf's howl beckoned me. Following the sound, I pressed forward, driven by the growing heat emanating from the lilies. I knew I was close to finding it.

"Woooo~!"

My wolf cried out to me, and I understood the sorrow in its howl.

'I'm coming, my wolf,' I said, and I began to run. In the darkness, I couldn't see anything, but my wolf became my guiding light, urgently calling out to me with mournful cries.

In an instant, I turned a corner in the cave and finally found my wolf.

'Delia,'

At that moment, I understood its tender voice miraculously.

It was a magnificent white wolf, pure and strong. Every strand of its fur seemed to emanate the ethereal glow of moonlight. It crouched there, resembling a white cloud that had gracefully descended upon the ground.

'Delia, I've been waiting for you,' the voice echoed in my ears. The white wolf approached me with graceful steps, its amber eyes filled with excitement.

Overwhelmed, I crouched in place, feeling its soft white fur brush against my cheek. It buried its head in my embrace, showing an affectionate reliance.

Oh my goodness, is this not an illusion? I gently stroke the fur of the white wolf, thinking about all the shame I endured without when I was young. Holding back my tears, I embraced it tightly and said, "I have finally found you, my wolf.

'Delia, please help me,' it whispered.

The white wolf gently licked away my tears and turned around, motioning for me to look behind it. That's when I noticed its hind legs were bound by black chains, tightly with the other end attached to the cave wall.

"So, this is why I've always struggled to shift," my heart ached with sadness. "Who imprisoned you here?" I held the white wolf in my arms, attempting to free its legs from the chains.

"I don't know, Delia. I've been locked here since the beginning," it replied.

The warm tongue of the white wolf licked my face. The anger disappeared in its eyes, only filled with joy at seeing me.

As a werewolf, my wolf had been imprisoned in this nameless place. It couldn't run like other wolves or howl at the moon like the others. It could only dwell in the dark corners, just like me, a werewolf trapped within my own pack, subjected to mockery and laughter.

But I knew this wasn't the life I was meant to live, and neither was my wolf.

I was the daughter of the alpha in the Red Moon pack. I was the rightful queen, chosen by Kral himself.

My hands trembled as anger and tenderness tugged at my mind. I unlocked the chains that bound the white wolf carefully, and at that moment, I felt myself released.

The darkness around us gradually lifted and the white wolf's long muzzle pressed against my forehead. Her youthful voice echoed in my mind, ‘Delia, I'm with you. You find me.’

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