Chapter 131 - The Incident 18 Years Ago Part 2 (2/2)
”Because you were too busy fantasizing about humiliating the Werewolf King by taking his mate before his eyes?”
”Hahaha...true, true! You got me there!”
The beasts laughed uproariously as they stood over the rasping Werewolf King.
”Umair! Umair!” The Werewolf King's mate, the weretiger cried tearfully.
Her white pelt was mated with blood as she dazedly watched her mate get brutally mutilated by the horde of vampires.
Tired, weak, and hopeless, she was close to collapsing. The only thing sustaining her was the tiny black cub held protectively in her arms. However, when she witnessed the scene of her mate struggling to remain awake even while he bled profusely with his severed limbs lying beside him, her heart froze and went dead.
She knew they had no chance of escaping this calamity. Their end was near.
As a weretiger whose clan had fallen to the bottom of the rungs, she felt ecstatic when she became Werewolf King's mate. Having never witnessed an amicable relationship between mates in the White-Winged Tiger abode, she held no delusions about getting along with her mate. Her only desire was to shed off her status as a fallen tiger race and live a comfortable and glorious life as the Werewolf King's mate.
However, she got what she desired, and more.
In the Werewolf King, she found shelter, home, and unexpectedly the warmth of a family. A warmth she had never experienced in her own clan. And before she knew it, that warmth became the center of her existence.
Her dazed gaze moved down to the bundle in her arms, filling with endless sorrow as she sighed.
”Oh, little Ramose, my dear cub. You haven't even started living and yet, you are forced to witness all this.” Caressing the soft fur, she lightly placed the bundle on the blood-soaked floor.
”Hehe...have you decided to nicely hand yourself over to us?”
”That's a smart choice. After all, what's the point of struggling when you can't change anything?”
”This is great! A willing party is just as good as a forced one!”
The vampires' eyes glowed with undisguisable lust as they leered at the fair-skinned weretiger.
Ignoring their lascivious comments, the weretiger stared into fading gaze of her bleeding mate. Her eyes went distant and she seemed to recall the first moment they met and the words he spoke that bond them together, forever.
”Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half.”
Those words had changed her destiny forever. And now that she faced the threat of death, she felt no fear, no regret, and no unwillingness.
If anything, she felt only peace.
Only...
”You gave me more than I deserved, more than I even asked for. At this final moment, let me accompany you and keep you warm as you have kept me. Without you, I am but a shell as well. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half.”
With a peaceful smile and unwavering gaze, the weretiger gazed into her mate's closing eyes and ripped her heart out of her chest.
”What the...!”
”That's a freaking White-Winged Tiger's heart!”
”She is mad! Move out!”
The vampires scattered in all directions, pushing and shoving as if being chased by a nightmarish beast.
Boom!
In the next instant, an ear-piercing explosion rang out as a giant mushroom formed. The region where the Werewolf King, his mate, and their young cub stood was enveloped with a thick, crimson cloud that expanded outward and burst apart, sending powerful shockwaves that reduced the valley to rubble.
Rocks and debris flew through the air, as the weretiger's reluctant gaze fell on the only individual unaffected by the massive explosion.
A single tear dropped from the corner of her eye and her body cracked and crumbled into tiny fragments that turned to dust and scattered into the air.
A gentle breeze passed by and the dust was blown away into the dull red Nar sky.
...Only I can't bear for him to die.
The silent sigh drifted into the rift of the dull red sky, forever silenced.
The weretiger, in order to provide her cub with a chance to live, had ripped out her White-Winged Tiger heart that, upon leaving a weretiger's body, had the ability to trigger an explosion more violent than an erupting volcano.
”Awhoooooo!”
The black wolf cub, silent and observant during the entire battle, finally broke down and wailed in anguish.
The fierce explosion had not only reduced the valley to rubble, but it had also, along with the other vampire corpses, turned his parents' bodies to ashes. In the entire Flaming Valley, it was the only one left unscathed.
This was due to the White-Winged Tiger blood it carried in its veins. The Sacred Race's divine blood that it had inherited from its mother.
”Awhoooooo!”
As it howled again, it scrambled through the rubble, falling and rolling, searching for the figures of its parents.
Aside from a few bloodstains and white fur, there was nothing else to be found. The Flaming Valley was coated in a desolate air of death, destruction, and despair. As if it sensed something, the black cub sat on its haunches and gazed into the dull red sky with sadness so deep that the pain of his heart was portrayed in his sorrowful eyes.
”Awhoooooo!”
”What a crazy bi***h! She almost reaped my life!”
”Hmph! There goes our fun. Would it have killed her to allow us to have just a taste? Oh, what do we have here?”
At this moment, the crowd of vampires that had scattered away returned with pent-up anger and rage.
And the young lonely wolf cub, weak and defenseless, just happened to enter their sight.