Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 180

Chloe

Chloe

The night sky spread out above like a peaceful canvas, sprinkled with a million stars, painting a tranquil scene. Despite the peaceful night, my feelings were turbulent.

| was still in the Silver Pack. Because it was already getting late, Arthur had suggested we spend the night at their house. Initially, | hesitated to agree, but when | saw Carrie and Arlan's pleading eyes, | couldn't resist and agreed to stay the night.

I nestled into the soft and incredibly comfortable bed they had prepared for me... Inside the guest room, Carrie had lit scented candles, filling the air with my favorite aroma. It was a cozy setting, a comfortable place for me to take a rest. Yet, inside my chest, restlessness started to linger within me until it felt like it would swallow me whole.

As | inhaled the familiar scent of the Silver Pack and gazed at the sky outside the window, memories | tried hard to forget rushed back like a relentless wave. They struck me like a heavy brick.

Closing my eyes, | couldn't escape the image of Arlan's innocent face, and it weighed on me like a burden.

Don't get me wrong... | was genuinely happy for Arthur and Carrie. | was very happy to learn about the family they created. But deep down... whenever | saw Arlan, my heart couldn't help but ache for my unborn son. | clutched my chest as the pain threatened and started to overwhelm me. The pain that was as vivid as ever.

| vividly recalled a dream | once had, where | saw the face of a little boy.

He had curly black hair and dark eyes, reminiscent of Blake. He looked very similar to Arlan too. When | looked at Arlan, it was like glimpsing into the face of my lost child, making my shoulders tremble.

No matter how many years had passed, the pain of losing my son hadn't diminished. Over time, the paon did not disappear, | had only learned how to cope with it. Thus, lying in that bed | felt | was being suffocated... | felt like drowning in a relentless sea of anguish, with no lifeline in sight.

Aurora, deep within me, remained silent, yet | could feel her sharing in my pain, her own quiet whimper of anguish. | couldn't bear it any longer. Ignoring the risk of being seen, | donned my cloak and ventured out into the forest.

In the midst of the familiar trees, | walked, step by step, letting the forest embrace me. Each crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the gentle hush of the wind through the leaves offered a kind of solace... It was like a reminder to me that the world was much bigger than my pain. The moon, a bright and distant friend, watched over me, casting its silvery light on my path. But despite this, my pain did not go away.

After a while, | saw something that made my body freeze on the spot. | looked at the place, my heart was rippled with excruciating pain.

| stood still and did not move. | remained paralyzed and allowed the cold wind to bite my skin. | welcomed it, hoping it would, even just for a moment, numb the pain that threatened to consume me. But, no matter how long | stood there, the pain did not lessen... it even felt stronger.

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A few minutes later, | heard the faint rustle of leaves behind me, a sign that someone had arrived. But when | caught a familiar scent on the breeze, | remained still in my spot.

Moments later, a warm cloak was gently draped over my shoulders, wrapping me in a comforting, familiar fragrance.

"You seem so cold. Have you been standing here for long?" Blake's voice, soft and gentle, provided a soothing balm for my grieving heart. Unable to hide the pain, | closed my eyes, offering no response.

“Arthur mentioned you were here. | had my doubts, but you really are here," Blake said, his hands resting on my shoulders, a gesture of comfort and support.

"This place holds so much pain for you. But you're really here."

| continued gazing at the distant horizon, lost in my thoughts. "It's a painful place for me," | whispered softly. "But it's painful for you too."

The thick forest surrounding us was the very spot where | had been attacked, the place where we had lost our child.

Blake's grip on my arm tightened, not to hurt, but to convey his shared anguish. "You've been coming here since that day. Doesn't this place haunt you?" | asked him.

For a moment, Blake remained silent, his emotions evident in the furrowed lines on his face. Then, with a heavy sigh, he replied, “Every day. It haunts me every single day."

“Every day, | return here, haunted by my inability to protect you... and our child," Blake's voice wavered at the end.

| reached out and took Blake's hand, and together, we stood in silence, silently looking at the spot that was filled beautifully with flowers.

After a while, | could no longer hold it back and say, "You've... made a tomb for him."

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"Him..."

“Our child was a boy?" Blake's voice cracked. My hand trembled as | nodded at him. "Yes. He... looks similar to you. Like... Arlan.."

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The one who conspired with the enemy to kill me and my child... The one who attacked and almost annihilated our packs.

Acold glint likewise appeared in Blake's eyes as he nodded at me. Then, he said, "It's her. From the beginning, Lyra was a traitor."

Acold smile appeared on my lips. | knelt in front of my child's tomb and touched it with my trembling hand as | promised, "I will kill her."

“Her and everyone who hurt us... our packs and our child."

"| will kill them all.”