LOGINChapter 135: A choiceDamon's pov"She told me once that every curse could be broken by its opposite. The beast curse was born from years of rage and violence, as a result of the twisting bloodlines of my ancestors. rage and violence. Only something equally powerful but opposite could break it.""Love," Milo said softly, his voice almost sounding foreign in my ears. But I signed sadly, "So I thought. But I later realized it was just a lie, it was just a mother's attempt to give her cursed son hope." I moved through the water, creating little distortions, as I came up to the ground, leaving Milo who stared at me with confusion in his face.I sighed again, forcing my gaze away from him, memories I had buried deep inside resurfacing with their pain. "I believed her, until she died in my hands… my first ever mate…” I said quietly, looking off in the distance as memories swarmed inside me.“What we had was close to it, close to what my mother described, but when we were about to evolve f
Chapter 134Damon's POV - Sacred WatersThe Heart of the Mountain. I had not seen it in fifteen years, not since my mother brought me here the night before she died. Every detail was exactly as I remembered. The glowing moss, the crystal formations, the pool that legend said could heal any wound."This is impossible," I said through our bond. "This entire section of the mountain was sealed after my mother's death. My grandfather made sure of it.""Why?" Milo asked, still staring in wonder at the ethereal beauty around us."Because this place is dangerous. The water is not just water. It is blessed by the moon goddess herself, or so the stories say. It shows you the truth, whether you want to see it or not."Milo walked to the edge of the pool, his reflection shimmering in the crystal-clear water. "Truth about what?""About yourself. About what you really are beneath all the masks we wear." I padded closer, my massive form reflected beside his smaller one. "My mother brought me here w
Chapter 133Milo's POV -Blood in the Dark“Damon!” a scream tore through my throat, as the first feral lunged .The feral's teeth gleamed in the darkness as it launched itself at Damon. Who was ever ready to meet them. His beastly huge hands caught it mid-leap, his massive jaws crushing its throat before it could even scream. Black scorching blood sprayed across the cavern walls, the metallic stench instantly corrupted the air.Silence descended following the first attack, from the darkness I could picture eleven more pairs of glowing eyes that opened towards us.“What are these?” I asked Damon, as we backed away slowly, the creatures advanced towards us, their angry snarls echoing and vibrating through my bones.Apparently they value their own. The finally came out towards the little illumination, and my breath seized, These creatures had been trapped down here for years, maybe decades, according to Damon. Their bodies were wrong, so wrong I suddenly had the urge to vomit just from
Chapter 132Milo's POV - The Pack RunTwo days of mourning passed like a heavy fog. We mourned over five hundred pack members who had lost their life in the cold war, erecting a memorial ground, ach grave marked with stones arranged in the pattern of a crescent moon, the symbol of the Mafian wolf pack. I stood beside Damon through it all, translating his thoughts when needed, being his voice when his beast form could not speak.Now, under the full moon, the pack gathered for the memorial run that was to happen after the mourning. It's an old tradition done to honour our fallen in the way of the Goddess. a way to honor the dead by running as one pack, letting our fallen run with us one last time through our memories."Ready?" I asked Damon, who had been standing quietly, beside me through our bond link.We walked together, side by side like always, to meet the pack members that had gathered together. Their faces looked ashen, but their eyes shone with a bright light that reflected the
Damon's POVFirst stepThey didn't run.I still couldn't believe it. My pack had seen me as a monster, and they didn't run, if anything it went well…Way better than I expected.Some were still afraid. I could smell their fear when they thought I was not looking. But they stayed.The little girl who had hugged my leg came back three times throughout the day, bringing me wild flowers she picked."For the big puppy!" she would say, then run away giggling.Her mother apologized each time, terrified I might be offended by her daughter's act.Little did she know that I was far from being offended.If only I could tell her that those flowers meant everything to me.Milo stayed by my side throughout the communal clean up. Now hours have passed, and the pack members, tired but determined, slowly return to their daily lives. Milo was exhausted, I could see it, but he refused to leave."Stop looking at me like that," he said. "I'm fine."He wasn't fine, I could feel it through the bond, ever s
Chapter 130Damon povFear, sheer terror was written across all their faces.“Abomination”“He is a monster”Shocked gasps and angry murmurs came from the crow like a knife that was being twisted deep into my soul.Mothers grabbed their children. Warriors reached for weapons they didn't have.Fear, So much fear.I wanted to run again.But then, a small voice:James stepped forward from the crowd, and his voice carried across the clearing. "Your Alpha has returned."Nobody moved, Nobody cheered, They just stared at me.I could feel Milo's frustration through our bond, hot and sharp. He stepped forward, his small frame dwarfing next to mine, but that same mysterious aura surrounded him commanding attention."Your Alpha sacrificed everything for you," he said, his voice ringing clear. "He pushed himself beyond his limits, beyond what any wolf should endure, to save as many as he could. And this is how you welcome him back?"An elderly wolf spoke up, his voice trembling. "That is not our







