True Mate

Wooo.. 

'Huh? What's this noise?'

Beatrice heard a soft whimper next to her ears. However, that didn't make any sense. First of all, she had died. She was sure that her life ended. So, she shouldn't be able to hear anything. 

Yet not only could she hear—she could vaguely move. Her 'body' was moving according to her will as she pulled herself up, supporting her weight on her elbows. 

Her mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

Beatrice frowned and tried to look around her again. In her surroundings, there was nothing but darkness. Pitch black horizons wherever she glanced. 

Woooo…

The whimper was heard again. 

'I think I can follow that for now.'

Her body was light as she followed the whimpers of the unknown creature. Was he a wolf? Beatrice was unsure, but she moved forward while trying her best to listen intently. 

Her ears strained to hear every little noise and finally, she didn't need to wait for the pitiful whimpers to move ahead. 

Hufff…. Huff… 

'Are they injured?'

Whatever that creature was, the werewolf girl noted that they were in an unusual condition. The mixture of the whimpers and their erratic shallow breathing not giving her any positive feelings as her legs moved faster. 

If this creature died, she would be lost here forever without any guidance. In addition to that, her chest tightened whenever she considered that possibility. 

'Just what the hell is going on?'

Her current 'body' had no flesh. It resembled a spiritual image rather than a real living creature. Such a body wasn't supposed to feel something like 'tightening of grief and heartache'.

But she felt it clearly. 

'This is so weird. I don't understand anything.'

After what felt like ages, Beatrice found something. A little Lycan curling on himself, while occasionally growling and whimpering in pain. 

The moment her eyes laid on him, she spoke. 

"My Mate?"

With a weak growl, the Lycan raised himself and sniffed the air. His shaky eyes focused for a moment as he nodded his head, but soon he was back to squirm from pain. 

Beatrice's gaze darkened. She was the Protector of the pack, someone who knew too well about werewolves and their secrets.

Upon her death, she prayed for the Goddess of the Moon, the Goddess that ruled over their world and occasionally blessed its believers. 

'I didn't think that'll work.'

It was just a desperate plea, nothing more. 

But it worked. Beatrice was certain after meeting this Lycan. 

'My second chance that I wanted so badly…'

The Lycan confirmed that he was her mate—she didn't meet anyone in a romantic way while she was alive because she was too busy with her duties, and that always made her wonder if she needed to do something about it. 

However, Beatrice never did that. No matter who she met, her heart was always cold and only focused on her duties. 

But now, facing this injured Lycan… 

A soft sigh escaped past her lips as she kneeled in front of him and caressed his head. The Lycan's intelligent eyes gazed calmly back at her. 

"Are you okay?" 

It was stupid to ask, seeing his condition. But she didn't know what else to say in their first meeting. Was she even alive? Was he alive? She had many questions, but she decided to try helping her mate first. 

Her hand trailed down to his abdomen—slowly, barely touching his skin—and made contact with his wounds. 

Siizz—

Wooo… 

With a burning noise, the Lycan let out another pained whimper. However, he never moved away. His nose scrunched up as if he was trying to show that he wasn't affected, as if saying 'it's just a small wound. This pain can't hurt me.'

"Pfft. Aren't you adorable?"

Woo? 

The Lycan looked at her with an expression that screamed 'what did you just say?' and his eyes widened as if she was ridiculous. He let out a soft protest but didn't move away. 

Beatrice's hand was coated in a gentle blue hue and it was healing the Lycan's injuries. The burning sensation was stinging him, but it was numerous times better than the pain he felt before. 

Unlike Beatrice, the Lycan knew what was happening. It was a vision. Every full moon, this Lycan would find himself thrown into a vivid, dream-like vision. 

He would be fighting here for his life until the moon hid again. It was his fate. 

This Lycan—Kaelen—never expected to meet his mate in one of those visions when he felt that his life was on the line. 

Unfortunately, Kaelen was stuck in his Lycan form in this vision. He couldn't speak, ask, or explain anything for his mate that he finally met. But his heart was calm due to her company alone. 

Kaelen let out a satisfied growl once he felt his injuries heal and stuck closer to his mate before closing his eyes. His nose twitched as he made sure to memorize her unique scent more than her appearance. 

Because he knew, the moment he open his eyes after this, he would wake up alone in his mansion. 

For someone like him who was bound by many chains—some of which were literal while others were not—Kaelen had to be patient. 

'Next time,' he promised himself, 'Our meeting won't be here. And when that happens, I won't let you go.'

His mate seemed to be able to sense his strong feelings and desire as she smiled at him. A mesmerizing giggle escaped past her face that was completely serious until a moment ago. 

She wrapped her arms around him. 

"I'm not sure what's happening, but you seem to know. That's why, I'll trust you and our bond. I'll close my eyes like you and wait for you once I open my eyes."

'Even if I wasn't sure whether I'll ever wake up.'

Beatrice didn't say the last sentence, instead, she closed her eyes while hugging the Lycan who was her mate as close as possible. 

Her mind was filled with prayers and hope that she open her eyes and find her mate. At the same time, she didn't forget what happened to her before her death. 

Her role as the Protector ended the moment she lost her life. 

Then—'Even if I stood up against you, Alicia… I'll be the winner.'

Her eyes burned with her greatest desire—her craving for revenge.