<i>Lycannar </i>


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    Stunned. Baffled. I looked at her again, in a momentary shock, then my eyes grew wider when she lowered her head in pain.


    “Zephyrine?”


    “It’s the… it’s the runes,” she fought to speak, and hurriedly I reached for her dress, pulling down the strap at the back. I hadn’t even revealed much before I saw the runes glowing, crawling up to her neck.


    That sight, those runes, left me shaken more than ever. I was not the one doing it, and I wondered desperately what I could do to help. She was writhing in pain, and it hurt me to see her like this.


    I pulled her into my arms at once, wrapping her tenderly, and she rested against my chest, holding me tight while I caressed her, hoping it would help, hoping it would ease her pain until it happened.


    My demon side and my Lycan side, the beasts within me, they wanted her too. It felt as though some connection had formed between us, something more… more unique.


    I held her hand tenderly, and all of a sudden it sparked. The runes on her hand drew down to the back of her palm and passed to mine, creating a sacred symbol that seemed to bind us.


    I suddenly pulled back, stunned, worried I might be hurting her but then it began. My beasts wanted toe out, to im her.


    Panic surged through me, and I left the bedchamber for the hall to breathe, to focus, only for strength to drained out of my veins.


    I felt weaker than ever. Weaker than I’ve ever been. Slowly I made it back into the bedchamber to see her sitting on the bed, as stunned as I was. And surprisingly, it began. Strength, as though her presence gave me back the power I had lost.


    To be sure, I pulled back again, and each distance I put between us made me double over in pain. But the closer I moved to her, the stronger I became, the same man I was, and ever will be.


    I walked fully back into the bedchamber, closing the door behind me to stand there, our eyes fixed on one another.


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    She didn’t really look surprised. Instead, she looked… relieved. It was as if she had been expecting this to happen, and now that it had, nothing could be more overwhelmingly calm.


    “You are my second chance mate, Lycan,” she said to me in a small voice, and I paused right there, my eyes fixed on her, wondering if she had gone mad.


    “No.”


    “You are. My wolf… it recognized you on the night of the wedding but you left early. Now it does too and… and I can feel some connection with you.”


    I looked at her in awe, then took a step back and shook my head. It was too good to be real. My foremother would never give me such a precious gift.


    “No. I am not.” I disagreed again, and she looked at me, her eyes fixed into mine before she whispered,


    “You are scared?”


    “No.”


    “Lycan.


    “My foremother will never grant me my most wanted wish. All my life has been filled with nothing sorrow and loneliness. Why would she give me you, whom I love so much?”


    She couldn’t speak. She only stared at me, her eyes tender, her gaze soft, and then she said lovingly,


    “As a werewolf only mates can mindlink you. I will try that now, Lycan. If you hear it then you are mine… forever.”


    And right there all I wanted to do was flee, because I hoped with every part of my being that I would hear her, but the thought of what if I didn’t made me want to bolt.


    I have dealt with too many forms of heartbreak. I didn’t want this. I looked at her, waiting, and she tried as she said she would and by some sacred emotion I never realized my body could feel, I heard it.


    “I love you.”


    She looked at me now, eyes fixed on mine, and nothing else mattered. If Zephyrine Ashmere was my mate then nothing else mattered.


    I closed the distance between us in a blur, hugging her tight, pulling her close into my arms,


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    scared this was a dream, a sweet dream I would soon forget.


    “I love you too,” I whispered affectionately. “I love you too, Zephyrine. With all my heart. With everything I hold dear.” <fn94cd> Checktest chapters at find?novel</fn94cd>


    Sheughed into my chest and I pulled back to search her eyes, only to see happy tears forming. Sheughed through them and leaned in to kiss my lips once more.


    “I want pups, Lycan. Many of them. I want… I want us to get married too. I want to live forever with you. I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. I want you to make love to me. Every night I want to sleep beside you and every morning I want to wake up beside you. You mean the world to me and… and I won’t reject you. Promise me you won’t reject me too…”


    Her words flowed endlessly, and at first I listened with rapt attention, my eyes living there, my soul binding to hers, falling over and over, deeper and deeper in love with her until one thing happened that shattered my heart.


    I had seen my reflection in the mirror, one thing I was warned never to do, and for that<i>, </i>I realized earlier today that I couldn’t see the deaths of others as I always did.


    Yes, I couldn’t. But now, before her, sitting right beside Zephyrine Ashmere on the happiest moment of our lives, she, whose death I had never seen before, now it shed before me like the sharpest sword to my throat.


    She will die in a fortnight, not by my sword, not by my hands, but by someone else she also holds dear.


    Zephyrine Ashmere is on a dragon’s back, it spitting fire at the same armies she is bound to by blood. The Ashmeres who havee to fight against the Lycans.


    She stood for me and she died. She will die by her brother’s sword.


    Seeing this while she is smiling at me in joy, I realized that in some way the love she have for me will be the cause of her death.