THE STENCH OF BLOOD permitted the air to be filled with some mixture of mud and rain. Because it was raining heavily, the sound of pit-pat-ing was much clearer as the droplets of rainfall fell into some small holes on the ground, creating a small puddle of dirty water. And some puddles were covered with dead bodies, which made the puddle underneath a puddle of bloody water.
Accompanying those clear sounds were some distinct sounds of low breathing. It was so low that if it weren't for being close to it, it wouldn't be heard or noticed. Maybe it was because the area was awfully silent, although it kind of felt peaceful if not for the blood and dead bodies of ferocious looking canines sprawled on the muddy ground.
A loud growl destroyed the peaceful silence in the area. Those wolves who were actually in the place, finally stopped acting like statues. And with a flash, those wolves suddenly turned into humans in their naked bodies. But even if there are some women with them who are also naked, no one minds since it is already a normal occurrence for them.
A male with brown hair stepped in front when the two transformed men, who suddenly jumped from nowhere, came. "Your Highness," the brown-haired man called out to the additional naked men with reverence.
One man had black curly hair, while the other had clean-cut ash gray hair. The man whose hair is black and curly stood seriously beside the other man. Although he stood straight, like he was ranked higher than everyone, his head was still slightly bent in front of the man with ash gray hair. Obviously showing respect to the much higher man than him.
"Is everything done here?" A low yet powerful voice penetrated everyone's ears.
Even if it was low, everyone could still hear it clearly, even if they were far from him. And even if it was raining hard, maybe because of their higher hearing sense as wolves, or just because the man himself is really that powerful.
The man's ramrod body stood in front of everyone like some tall skyscrapers who could look down on anyone he deemed smaller and lower than him. Everything about the man shouts manliness that couldn't be compared with anyone in the group. His handsomeness could make any woman submit to him. If it wasn't because of his stoic face and that dangerous aura his body emits.
"Yes, Your Highness. Every person in the Silver White Pack is annihilated, and not even their pets were spared. Just like what you've instructed us, Your Highness," the brown haired man reported.
The said man nodded his head curtly. He then turned his back and was about to shift back to his wolf form when a mournful growl echoed. Everyone looked at the beautiful white wolf who pounced on a bloodied wolf lying lifelessly on the ground.
As soon as she reached the dead body of the wolf, the white wolf shifted into human form as she lifted the wolf's head in her embrace, crying. Her mournful cries, her beautiful tear stained face, and her pitiful naked posture while cradling the dead body could undoubtedly melt the heart of anyone who could hear and see. Proven when everyone around turned their heads away from the scene.
Well, not everyone, since the man who stood the closest to the two pitiful creatures watched emotionlessly. There couldn't be any flicker of pity or guilt in his cold golden eyes as he stared at the crying woman. Instead, a flash of impatience was more evident in his face, like he was watching some drama to waste his time.
Although he looked like this, he never left or spoke; he never even moved an inch from where he was standing, and he painstakingly watched the scene unfold. So after a few minutes of watching, the woman finally stopped crying.
Her low sobs can still be heard as she carefully lays the dead wolf's body on the ground. Then she slowly stood up and faced everyone, specifically the man in front of her. After wiping away her tears, she stood up straight and seriously faced the man.
"There's no doubt that you're really called the Demon King. Because you are more of a demon than a Lycan king. Your ways are merciless, your words are rules, and you're a selfish dictator who has an eye only on himself," the woman strongly said, no politeness both on her face and voice as she spouted those impolite words.
Everyone who heard her unrestrained words looked at each other; shock was evident in their horrified faces. This made them wish for a peaceful death for women.
"You are a king, but you acted more like an unscrupulous bastard who only wants to gain for his own benefit rather than the benefits of his people. You used your power to do as you like, even if it will make us suffer. You're a lycan, and a king at that. But you acted like a rogue that is selfish and despicable," the woman continued as she walked towards the man she called the King with a steady phase.
When she was just a meter away from him, she stopped and seriously stared at the king. On the other hand, the silent black haired man steps forward in front of his king, hindering the woman from coming near.
The woman notices it, but she just glances at him before staring at the king again. "Do you know me, My King? Can you still remember me? Do you remember what you promised me when I became one of your playthings?" she asks, question after question.
And the King did not respond. He just stared down at the woman, unresponsive, with those cold eyes of his. It was like he was looking at her, but he was actually not. Since his golden eyes penetrated the lady, like he was looking at her back instead.
And the woman felt that. She could feel that, for the man, she was not even worthy of being in his eyes. And it made her more furious. But she remained calm.
"I guess you're not. Then let this lowly one make the King remember. Three months ago, the Alpha of the Silver White Pack signed a peace contract with His Highness. In exchange for that, the Alpha's oldest daughter with alpha blood will be given to the King as a gift. And that daughter is none other than I, Your Highness." She then looked away from the King's eyes. "I know it was a sacrifice for me. But I am willing to do it, because I also like you. I thought that maybe I could change you, even if I am not your mate, I am willing to. And I am really happy in those three months I am with you, Your Highness. You might not be sweet, but having your favor is already a blessing to a she-wolf like me. I thought, those slight favors and care you showed me is already a start, but I am just foolish enough to think lowly like that."
The gentleness and the love that were visible in her eyes suddenly sharpened as they turned into anger and pain. Those eyes pierced through the king's body when she looked at him again.
"It was to be expected. How can a high and mighty like His Highness fall for a lowly life like me? There's no one who could enter your eyes, and more than no one can enter your heart. Maybe even your own mate will suffer being tied by the Goddess with an evil creature like you. You, despicable monster!" she shouted, and then a female-like-growl escaped her small mouth.
The woman's blue eyes darkened, two fangs emerged, and claws sharpened. She shifted into her half wolf form. All the while, her eyes never left the King's as the two once again stared at each other.
Although the other wolves remained in their positions, everyone became alert as they watched the woman's every move. With just a small action, they would pounce on the woman without question.
"You're not only despicable and evil, you're also a man without a word. You had promised my pack that you won't be touching them. That you will let them go. And that you will not let others touch them. But why does it come to this? Why did you still kill them? Not even newborn pups were exempted. You're so cruel! I thought that you have a reason why you're like that. But I was just blinded by the love I had for you. You're really a demon who is merciless and evil. So I guess it's only fair for all of your victims to have their justice done. You have to be punished!"
The woman who finally completed her half transformation lifted her hands. Her left hand scratches the skin where her pulse is on her right hand. Those flawless white skins suddenly shredded with dark red blood. It was a small but deep wound, and blood spurted faster, falling with the rain on the clear puddle in front.
When the clear puddle became another puddle of blood, the open wound on the woman's cut wrist completely closed.
Then, with a proud smile, the woman stood up straight and then looked at the king. Her dark blue eyes flash with different light as it becomes hard to read her. She's smiling and looking so proud, yet there is darkness and resentment in her eyes.
The hand that was now completely healed was lifted and put into her left chest, where her heart is. Then she looked up at the beautiful crescent moon above them. "I, Wisheria of the Silver White Pack, wish that the Lycan King, Gener, be punished according to the wishes of all his victims. With my own life as the source of the curse and with the boost from the hatred of the souls, please hear our wish, Moon Goddess, and punish the King for our justice!"
After that, the woman shocked everyone when the hand in her chest moved and clawed her chest out. Blood splashed from the big open wound, and the woman coughed up blood.
Slowly, she fell to the ground, kneeling first. Her eyes never left the man, as he never flinched or even blinked at her own actions. In the end, the woman coughs again with more blood as she smiles self-deprecatingly. She finally realized how foolish she was for loving a cold hearted man like the King.
With another splash, the woman fell completely to the ground. Her dark blue eyes returned to their original light blue color before the lids closed, covering those beautiful irises. Her breathing slowed down until the rising and falling in her chest stopped. Her dead body, as the only one in human form, added to the rest of the dead bodies around her.
The King, who never moved from the beginning, finally took a step. Then he continued walking, even walking over the dead body of the woman without a care. And after walking a long distance, he positioned himself before shifting into a very big and beautiful wolf. His ash gray fur was long and fluffy, and it looked radiant under the moonlight.
He looked back at where his right man was before retreating his eyes and starting to run away. The black haired man saw this and looked at the brown haired man, who nodded knowingly at him. That became his clue, and he shifted into his black furred wolf. Without looking back, he pranced before jumping and then ran after his king.
Everyone acted like nothing happened. They didn't even remember how serious the woman was when she spouted his wish in front of the moon. Obviously, they didn't take her words to heart. So when the next morning came, they were surprised when their high and mighty king couldn't shift back into his human form, however hard he tried.