The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 2
Soon, I would become just another cobweb upon the floor.
My body was barren of a soul, for it felt like I floated slightly above my carcass, my ghost lingering just long enough to know I was dead. Death is a funny thing like that; with some deaths, like executions or freak accidents, some people are killed before they even know it. But gradual death, the kind that slowly envelopes you with starvation and disease; it lets you know every detail.
I knew my body lay emaciated on the ground, twisted and grotesque. Skin hanging off the bone, so thin that there would be no meat for the rodents to feast on. Dwindling, seemingly melting. Empty, devoid of my own life. The only thing left was the other living being inside of me; the pup, my kin that I would never meet.
ve been tricked and fated into a torturous death. There would be no reason to stay.
was.
will die.”
gh my soul–she is not only killing me, but my baby.
ted into the void. Into my withering body.
t awaken.
The only person who knew I was even still existent was Emily’s servant, who had been watching me slowly die. He did agree to inform Aldrich that I had important news to tell him—I didn’t know why he would agree to a nicety, for his mission was for me to die, but I guess he preserved some guilt.
t matter; Aldrich nev
left here to suffer as my baby slowly dies with me?
my pathetic self, but for my child.
stead.
my baby. The only thing in the world that I loved. Maybe I couldn’t rescue myself, but that didn’t mean he or she had to suffer with me.
te upon me, the one who coaxed me into marrying such a monster.
ain. Let my baby and I live. I want my pup to live, I want to watc
edded by vicious, jagged claws.
***
nly full of pale light. It shone over my corpse, making
t I refused to leave the cottage out of spite.
’s reflection on the surface.
r?’
, I echoed b
ery important, rare child.
om of a t
my s
to answer my prayers?
dline is too significant and rare to expunge.
oned. I’m an average werewolf.
ou and your sister, Danika, are more important than the mere prince you married.
ring their time period because they had a gift no one else possessed. A gift they would be slaughtered for.
soul. This urged her on.
cine, had the ability to bring anything back from the dead. All that was needed was their blood or their heart.
gend.
ear Cathy. For this, I must pardon you from death and grant you life once more.
zation surfacing.
mostly, it thirsted for revenge at that moment.
must return, was a
own then tossed away like a forgotten piece of garbage. Regarded as nothing more than the rodents that sniffed at her dead body.
n at the bulge of my stomach. Anything.
***
.
Aldrich
calling to each other in the sky. And I admitted to myself, after four years of raging battle, I forgot things like
my home, rediscovering details I never had time to analyze. I forgot about birds, about the details of life and the wa
y eye, and it looked like the most peaceful thing I had ever seen in years. A servant beside me tripped over a vine along the ground, and I nearly laughed.
’m stuck!” a tiny v
forest around me. It was recognizably the tone of a child.
a former soldier, it was instinct to pursue civilians in need, especially children.
robably one of the servants or cooks. However, it seemed long abandoned, vines and moss growing along the stone.
, I’m going to be pissed, I thought as I approached the cottage. The soldier in me was gracious, but the now-war-general in me tensed as I circled around
out of a hole in the cottage’s wall.