Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 384 The Truth

I followed her scent through the halls, my steps quickened and uneven as dread coiled tighter around my chest with every breath I took, while the bond tugged painfully, pulling me forward like an invisible chain, and the closer I got, the heavier my heart became.

Ember’s scent was faint near Seraphina’s room, but it did not linger long, instead drifting away toward the open grounds and further beyond, telling me clearly that she had been here, that she had left, and that she was hurting.

Beowulf stirred violently inside me, pacing and growling. "Damon, look for her now, or I’ll do it myself."

I broke into a sprint, my boots barely touching the ground as I followed the trail toward the meadow, the air hitting my lungs sharply. Her pain felt so raw and suffocating, bleeding through the bond in relentless waves that made my vision blur.

When I reached the edge of the meadow, I slowed instinctively, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, because her scent was stronger here, tangled with grief and magic, familiar and devastating all at once.

I stepped forward quietly, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else, and that was when I saw her, curled on the ground near the graves, her shoulders shaking violently as soft, broken sobs tore from her chest.

’Ember.’ My heart ached.

I took a step closer, lifting my hand as if I could reach her, as if I could pull her into my arms and make everything stop hurting, but then she spoke.

Her words carried through the still air, fragile and broken, and every single one of them pierced straight through me.

"It’s been a while since we last talked. I think I’m doing okay. Today I just found out that I’m carrying a child, however, the irony is, I’m going to die very soon. I happen to be the seed of a sacred tree... the tree is huge and has golden leaves."

I froze where I stood, my hand falling limply to my side as the world tilted violently beneath my feet, and for a moment I was certain I had misheard her, that my mind was playing cruel tricks on me, but then she continued, her voice cracking as tears streamed freely down her face.

"And I’m going to die so the world will be safe again. Now I don’t know what to do, I feel like the world is closing in on me. I wonder sometimes, could it be Damon and I weren’t meant to be happy? I don’t mind dying, that I can accept, but my child, he can’t die."

Something inside me shattered completely, and it felt like my soul was ripped out of my body, torn apart piece by piece, before being shoved back into my chest with brutal force.

I staggered back, my breath leaving me in a harsh gasp as my knees nearly buckled beneath my weight, the pain unbearable, crushing, and endless, and for the first time in a very long time, I truly felt like I could not survive it.

’A baby? our baby, and Ember is going to die.’

The realization slammed into me again and again, each time more vicious than the last, until my thoughts spiraled out of control, tangling into a mess of disbelief, rage, fear, and despair that left me trembling.

Beowulf howled inside my head, his pain echoing mine as his grief turned feral and desperate, snarling over and over again. "No, No! Not everything we have been through!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The thought terrified me more than any battlefield I had ever stepped onto, more than any enemy I had ever faced, because losing Ember alone would have destroyed me, and losing her and our child at the same time was a nightmare I could not even begin to comprehend.

I took a step forward, my instincts screaming at me to reach her, to demand answers, to pull her into my arms and swear that none of this would happen, but I stopped myself just in time, my mouth closing around her name before it could leave my lips.

She was grieving, breaking apart right in front of me, and I could feel my anger rising, hot and uncontrollable, threatening to spill over and hurt her when she was already shattered.

’How could she keep something like this from me, how could she carry this alone and decide everything by herself,’ and yet even as the betrayal burned sharp and cruel, it was swallowed quickly by fear.

I did not trust myself to speak without letting that anger show, and she did not deserve that, not now and not like this, so before she could sense me, before I could lose control completely, I turned away.

In a heartbeat, I shifted, my bones cracking and reshaping as my body transformed, fur bursting across my skin as I became the massive white wolf that ruled the Bloodshade pack, that everyone feared... carrying the burden that was heavier than the world, and the pain of the shift was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest.

I launched myself into the trees, blurring through the forest at a speed fueled by grief and fury, tears streaming freely down my face as I ran, the world around me becoming nothing but streaks of darkness and shadow.

I did not know where I was going at first, only that I had to get away, to breathe, to scream, to break apart somewhere Ember could not see me, and my paws carried me without thought straight to the edge of the cliff, the same cliff where I had once watched her fall, the moment that had nearly ended everything between us before it had even begun.

I skidded to a stop near the edge, the wind whipping violently against my fur as memories crashed over me in merciless waves, and I raised my head to the sky, letting out a wail so raw and heart-wrenching that it echoed across the land, carrying my pain into the sky.

It was a sound torn straight from my soul, filled with grief, rage, and helpless terror, and the world only stared back at me in cold silence.