Chapter 56 - The Underworld Palace (1/2)

The silver-blue moon shined through the huge red windows, showering the giant room in a purple glow. In the middle of the room, there was a large brick bed on which a black wolf lay motionless with a vacant gaze.

Arguments and shouts sounded outside the room, the sound of crashing objects and breaking glass loud enough to alarm any night creature. Then the shouts and breaking sounds were replaced with the dull thumping of heavy footsteps.

A few moments later, a large black man with simple features entered the purple-lit room, striding directly towards the red bed. Pulling out a chair, he sat on the side, staring at the motionless figure with barely concealed fear and worry.

”What are we going to do with you?”

The figure whispered quietly, his voice choked with emotion.

And a whole ice night passed away in such a manner.

A long while later, females came in and out of the room, bringing in warm water, clean clothes, and warm food.

”Master Ouyang, we brought you warm water and some clean clothes. Please, go freshen up a bit. We will keep an eye on the King.” One of the females, seeing the unkempt appearance of the werewolf master, tentatively stepped up and advised.

”Yes, Master Ouyang should freshen up a bit. We will take care of the king in your absence.” Another of the females with bluefish scales on her shoulders gently added.

The two females were mates to Ramose's main wolf pack and felt sympathy for the werewolf king who gained and lost his mate within the span of one warm morning.

”No, I am fine. I will sit with the king a while longer.” The tired Master Ouyang was too stressed and worried about his unresponsive king to care about his appearance.

He knew that he did not look good. His dark sunken eyes, scruffy jawline, and wrinkled clothes all but screamed the unbalanced state of his mind to those around him.

But he did not care.

When the king he raised with his own hands was in an unstable condition, what could he possibly gain from being neat and tidy?

At least at that moment, nothing mattered to him more than the young king motionlessly laying on the brick bed.

”Let me know when Olsen arrives.” He instructed the females without moving his gaze away from the black wolf's form.

”Yes, Master Ouyang.” The females replied, secretly sighing in empathy before leaving the room.

The silver-purple room instantly became quiet again, the black man silently watching over the motionless black wolf, the silver-blue moon their only company.

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Ramose panickily ran through a wide black forest, his black fur bristling with power as he searched for his mate.

He knew she was in danger. He had to rescue her quickly before it was too late.

”Versailles! Versailles! Where are you? I am here...I am here so please say something!”

He growled in desperation, his voice close to cracking as his black eyes swept through the never-ending black trees.

Wherever he looked, there was only darkness.

No sound responded to his call. No movement caught his sight.

”Versailles!”

The agonized shriek ripped through his throat and resounded in the silent darkness, carrying with it a heart-wrenching fear and barely suppressed pain.

Because Ramose knew in his mind what his heart refused to accept.

The true reality of their situation.

The cruel reality that his mate was gone. The cruel reality that their bond was broken and severed, forever shattered.

And the cruel reality that she was lost and that he might never see her ever again.