The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Avery A few women that wore animal furs a grade higher than anyone else with boldly drawn tattoos related to wolves brought a tattered book over. They handed the book to Nara like it was a sacred object obtained from the go ds. I glared at them in distaste. Nara didn’t seem to mind my glare at all because she received the book carefully. She opened it to a specific place. “Oh great goddess of the moon, the creator of werewolves. Please use this sacrifice as a connection to you!” Nara recited and she slit her palm before she flicked her blood towards the wooden statue. The drop of blood splattered unto the neck of the statue. It was glaring against the body of the beautiful woman that was sculpted. Nara kept reading incantations and words from the book she held but I didn’t have the energy to look at her anymore. The Silverbane flowers I had consumed was still doing its job of keeping me weak and powerless. The ropes the tribesmen tied me with felt like iron bindings to me. It felt unbreakable. All my attempts to break free just gave me bruises and scratches. After getting a few more scratches and bruises, I gave up on the futile/efforts. My mind strayed to thoughts of the moon goddess. She was the mother of all werewolves and lycans. She was our progenitor. Every of her creations adored her and nobody had any bad thoughts directed at her. When I just lost my mother and I was subjected to the pack members bullying and taunting, I had thought the moon goddess was unfair and biased. Why would she let me experience those bad memories? Why would nobody rescue me from the pits that was the Silver Crescent Pack? How could my situation remain stagnant and not improve? This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

My past self had many similar questions but currently, I had discarded those thoughts to my mind’s trash bin. I don’t know how I felt about her. My feelings towards her was a little lukewarm. Now, somebody deranged was going to sacrifice me to a statue of the moon goddess. The moment I saw the statue, I knew there was only one being in the entire world that can be depicted like that. It could only be the moon goddess. Even though the wooden statue wasn’t properly constructed, the motherly love from the moon goddess and the dependence of the wolf pup was shown clearly. When I was brought to the festival, I didn’t think much of the statue when I saw it. I chalked everything up to the fact that Nara loved werewolves. I couldn’t be more wrong.

All my suspicions had lessened and I went with the flow Nara set up for me. Maybe her words about loving werewolves was a trap for me in the first place. I wouldn’t be surprised. Nara seemed like the type person that would do anything to achieve their goal. Those kinds of people would not hesitate to use both legitimate ways and its underhanded counterparts to get their way. Alpha Bryan was a typical example. Everything he had was to be used to realize his dreams and goals. He would not hesitate to spend both human and material resources. Besides, Nara could get to me because I had underestimated both she and the people of the Bosun Tribe. I thought I would leave this place tomorrow in an intact state as I believed in my powers. I tilted my head a little so I could catch a glimpse of the moon. It felt comforting somehow. My hands were tied up so I could not fufill my wish. My wish was to caress my stomach one more time. I was an irresponsible mother. After subjecting my kids to the life and death escape I did, I still involved them in this messy situation. A situation I wasn’t sure I would be able to get out of.

I was an irresponsible partner to my wolf too. A tear escaped my eyes and then, it dripped down my cheek. The wind blowing softly made the trail left by the tear cold. “Light the firewood.” Nara instructed before she went back to chanting what was in the book fervently. The crowd around her shared her emotions too. I did not pay attention to Nara’s incantations at first but slowly and surely, a tearing feeling attacked my head. My spirit felt like it was being yanked out of my body with a rope. It felt like a person was pulling my spirit roughly and the person did not spare a thought about how the effects of the pull will affect me. A groan of pain slipped past my lips. The pulling sensation waned before the sensation of a thousand needles stabbing into my brain took over. A man with healthy wheat skin threw a burning torch at the firewood stack I was laid on. The flames consumed the woods quickly and it started its upward climb to my body. The pain of being burnt alive accompanied the agony I was going through. “Stop it!” I growled but Nara and her tribespeople didn’t act as if they heard me. The people of Bosun Tribe continued watching me fervently while Nara continued her chanting in a louder voice. For a moment, thoughts of killing myself occurred to me. I shook the thought off. I had already vowed to myself that no matter how depressing and low my current situation is, I must not give in to the grips of suicide. Wherever my dead mother is, she would not be happy that the child she painstakingly saved at the cost of her life committed suicide. It would mean her honorable sacrifice was in vain. Besides, now that I have my kids to think about, I have to keep my m entality strong. A person with weak me ntal defenses had already lost the battle before it began.

I had to be strong. Even if I and my kids would die here, we have to go to the world beyond with a straight back instead of bowed knees. I didn’t utter any more words to Nara and her tribespeople. I just kept bearing with the pain with gritted teeth and clenched fists. I couldn’t stop my howls of agony anymore. My screams shot to the heavens as I squirmed. When it felt like I was going to disintegrate under the blinding pain, I found myself in a strange space. Everything around me was just blank white space. I looked around. I was standing here with no hints of wounds on my body. The ropes binding me and the burning firewood stack I was laid on was nowhere to be found. Nara and her evil tribespeople were nowhere to be seen either. It was just me and the white space. I knew I wasn’t in this space physically because everything that should be around wasn’t there.. I had to be here me ntally. The thing is, I don’t know who was powerful enough to pull my spirit into this space. This situation I was in might have something to do with the words Nara was reading out from the tattered book the Bosun Tribespeople considered as a sacred item. “Yes, you are right.” A lovely voice said. It was a feminine voice and the voice flowed through my ears to my mind softly. It felt like a mind calming mantra. I turned to look at the person that appeared subconsciously. I had to. I was still wondering about the entity strong enough to bring me here and somebody showed up. The new arrival had smooth black hair that looked as if an ebony waterfall was suspended on her head. Her black pupils spoke of と

experiences I wouldn’t be able to experience even if I had a thousand lives. Her figure was lithe and graceful as waves of her majesty flowed with every action she makes. The white space felt more serene and comfortable as the newcomer appeared. “Who are you?” I asked warily but the moment I finished my questions, I almost smacked myself for my stu pidity. Nara was making a sacrifice to the moon goddess. The moon goddess was the only entity I knew that would be able to save me temporarily from Nara’s clutches and then bring me here. Besides, the motherly feeling emanating off her assured me of her identity. The feeling reminded me of the comfort I had enjoyed when my mother was still alive. A feeling I missed dearly. My eyes reddened a little. The aura this person exudes almost made me want to throw myself at her feet to tell her about my grievances or kneel down to worship her with a pious heart. Only one entity I knew could match the descriptions of the newcomer. Another fact that convinced me of her identity was the first words she said to me as she came into the white space. Her words replied the musings that were flying around in my head. Since I came to the space, I had never spoken out loud so the only explanation for her answer was her ability to read my mind. Only my creator would be able to perfectly read my mind like it was a open book. This being before me was the goddess Nara tried to offer my life to. She was the origin of all werewolves and lycans. She was the moon goddess.