Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 376 We Will Find Them

Theo kissed her again, slower this time but no less consuming, one hand sliding to support the back of her neck while the other moved instinctively, memorizing her shape as if his body already knew her. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Hazel gasped softly into the kiss, her fingers curling into his shirt as she leaned closer, pressing herself against him without hesitation. They were both losing themselves to the bond, to the heat rushing through their veins, to the single overwhelming urge that screamed for them to mate and make the world disappear.

His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears, his blood burning hotter with every second they stayed this close. Hazel’s breath was uneven, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her wolf clawing at the surface just as desperately as his. Fenrir surged forward inside him, hungry and possessive, demanding he take what was theirs.

Theo’s eyes changed to the shades of gold.

With a strained growl, he tore himself away from her, stepping back abruptly as if distance alone could not cool the fire raging inside him. Hazel let out a small, broken sound of protest, her hands reaching for him instinctively before falling back to her sides.

Theo clenched his jaw, his chest heaving as he fought for control. A low growl rumbled from deep within him, vibrating through his bones. Fenrir pushed hard against his restraint, furious and unwilling to yield.

"This is not the time, Fenrir. It is dangerous here and we might get attacked by the rogues. Do you want to put our mate in danger? And they will be looking for us in the pack."

His voice echoed sharply through the mindlink.

Fenrir snarled in response, pacing and snapping, but after a tense moment, he grudgingly retreated, though not without one last warning growl that sent a shiver down Theo’s spine. "Once we get to safety, we must claim her."

Theo exhaled slowly and stepped toward Hazel again, his movements restrained, like he was scared he might take her just there. He reached out his hand to her, palm open, steady despite the storm inside him. "Come with me," he said, his voice low but sure.

Hazel hesitated only for a moment before nodding. Then her gaze dropped to herself, and only then did she seem to realize her state. Her cheeks flushed as she looked down at her bare body, the remnants of torn clothing barely covering her.

Theo followed her line of sight and immediately muttered a string of curses under his breath. He turned away quickly, squeezing his eyes shut as he dragged a hand through his hair in frustration. Of all times, of all moments, this felt like the universe was deliberately testing what little patience he had left.

He knew with absolute certainty that his restraint was hanging by a thread.

Without another word, Hazel shifted, her body glowing briefly before transforming into a brown wolf. Theo followed suit almost instantly, Fenrir bursting free with a powerful shake, his golden brown fur bristling as he shook off the lingering tension.

They moved together through the woods, their strides naturally synchronized as if they had been doing this their whole lives. The mate pull between them, was a constant presence guiding their movements and keeping them close. Fenrir stayed slightly ahead, alert and protective, while Hazel kept pace beside him, her movements graceful despite exhaustion.

By the time they reached the edge of the Moonlight pack territory, only a handful of Bloodshade warriors and witches remained. The battlefield behind them was eerily quiet, the aftermath of destruction heavy in the air.

One of the witches spotted them and waved urgently. "We need to leave now," she shouted. "Another wave of rogues is coming, we must go now."

Theo let out a sharp command, and they picked up their pace, muscles burning as they sprinted toward the glowing portal ahead. The scent of approaching rogues was already creeping into the air, thick and threatening.

They leapt through the portal just as it began to destabilize, emerging into the Bloodshade pack territory in a rush of displaced air. The portal snapped shut moments later as the witches stumbled out behind them, sealing it before anything else could follow.

The Bloodshade pack was overflowing with movement and noise. Warriors helped carry the wounded toward the infirmary while healers rushed back and forth, magic flickering in soft glows of blue and green. Cries of pain mixed with shouted orders, the entire pack thrown into controlled chaos.

Theo shifted back into his human form, breathing hard as he scanned the area. Hazel remained in her wolf form, standing close enough that he could feel her warmth even without touching her.

She stayed near him instinctively, her eyes searching desperately through the crowd. Her gaze darted from face to face, from wolf to wolf, looking for someone familiar. Anxiety radiated off her in waves.

Theo could feel her distress, he could also feel how torn she was between fear for her family and the overwhelming pull drawing her attention back to him again and again. It made his chest ache in a way he had never experienced before.

Fenrir rumbled softly inside him, a reassuring presence this time rather than a demanding one.

Hazel took a hesitant step forward, then stopped, her body tensing as the mate pull surged unexpectedly, making her sway slightly. Theo reacted instantly, placing a steadying hand on her back, anchoring her without thinking.

"It’s alright," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "We will find them."

She nodded, though her eyes were still unfocused, the bond making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. The connection between them was new, raw, and overwhelming, and neither of them had learned how to manage it yet.

Theo straightened, his expression hardening as he took in the state of his pack and the survivors they had brought with them. War was no longer a distant threat. It was already here, knocking at their gates, leaving blood and loss in its wake.

And Hazel, his mate, stood at the center of it all, vulnerable and strong all at once.

Fenrir stirred again, not with hunger for mating this time, but with fierce determination and possessiveness.

"Protect her."

Theo’s jaw tightened as he soothed Hazel’s fur, silently vowing that no matter what came next, no matter how ugly this war became, he would not let anything take her away from him.