As they were about to strike me, Leon came to my aid. I knew then that my time with Leon and his pack was not over yet. If I want to survive, I have to stay under the umbrella of Leon. He was the only one that could protect me. I knew that if I could leave Leon’s pack, I would be dead. I decided to stay.
One day, the truth came to me.
I sit in my room, staring at the wall. My mind races with thoughts and emotions, making it hard to focus on any one thing. I feel guilty for leaving the Lycan King without giving him a chance to explain himself. I know now that he wasn’t responsible for my parents’ deaths, but I let my anger and grief cloud my judgment.
I can’t help but think about what could have been. I could have been living in a world with him, ruling by his side as his queen. It’s something I never could have imagined for myself, but I saw the way he looked at me and I knew it was real. I let my anger take over and I walked away from something that could have been beautiful.
I know what I have to do now. I have to go back to the Lycan King. It won’t be easy, but I can’t continue to live my life with this regret hanging over my head. I have to go back and try to make things right.
But what if he doesn’t forgive me? What if he’s moved on and doesn’t want me back in his life? These thoughts make my heart race with fear. But I can’t let that stop me. I have to try.
I take a deep breath and stand up. I don’t know what the future holds, but I have to take this chance. I can’t keep living in the past and letting my anger control me. It’s time to face my fears and try to right my wrongs. It’s time to go back to the Lycan King.
As I made my way through the bustling streets of the Lycan Kingdom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It had been five years since I'd last set foot in this place, and I'd changed a lot since then. I was no longer the naive, foolish girl who had come here seeking adventure and excitement. I was a woman now, hardened by the trials and tribulations I'd faced in the years since I'd left.
I knew that I was taking a huge risk by returning here, especially in disguise. But I had to face my fears and seek redemption. My parents' deaths still haunted me, and I was determined to find out the truth about what had happened to them.
As I walked through the crowded marketplace, I felt like every eye was on me. I was disguised as a simple peasant woman, with ragged clothes and a scarf covering my hair. I had done my best to make myself unrecognizable, but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone would see through my disguise.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to me.
"Hey there, missy! Are you lost?"
I turned to see a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. It took me a moment to realize that he was the Lycan King's right-hand man, Ralph.
"N-no, I'm not lost," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm just passing through."
Ralph raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're from around here. Where are you headed?"
"I'm just looking for a place to stay for the night," I said, trying to sound casual.
"Well, you're in luck. The inn is just down the street," Ralph said, gesturing down the road. "But be careful, there are some unsavory characters around these parts."
"Thank you," I said, bowing my head and trying to make a quick escape.
But before I could leave, Ralph grabbed my arm.
"Wait a minute," he said, squinting at me. "I feel like I've seen you before."
My heart started to race as I tried to think of an excuse.
"I doubt it," I said, trying to sound confident. "I've never been to this part of the kingdom before."
Ralph’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he finally released my arm.
"Alright, well, be careful out there," he said, giving me a small smile. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
I nodded numbly, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty.
As I made my way to the inn, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. But I knew that I couldn't back down now. I have come too far to give up now.
As the sun began to set, I found myself sitting alone in my tiny room at the inn. I knew that I had to start looking for answers about my parents, but I had no idea where to begin.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Who is it?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's me," a voice said through the door. "Ralph. Can I come in?"
I hesitated for a moment before finally getting up to open the door.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Ralph stepped into the room, his eyes scanning my face. "I know who you are," he said quietly.
My heart skipped a beat. "W-what are you talking about?" I stammered.
"I know that you're Emily," he said, his voice hard. "I should turn you into the Lycan King right now. You're lucky that I'm not like Lois."
My breath caught in my throat. "Please, Ralph," I begged. "Don't do this. I came back here to find out what happened to my parents. I need your help."
Ralph scoffed. "You expect me to believe that after what you did to the Lycan King? After you betrayed him and ran off with that baby?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. "I know I made a mistake," I said.
Ralph hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright," he said gruffly. "But you're going to have to prove to me that you're telling the truth. You're going to have to earn my trust."
I nodded, grateful for any help that I could get. "Thank you, Ralph," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ralph nodded, his eyes softening slightly. "I'll see what I can find out," he said before turning to leave. "But you have to promise me one thing."
"What?" I asked, my heart racing.
"You have to promise me that you won't hurt the Lycan King again," Ralph said, his voice fierce. "He's been through enough already. If you're going to be here, you have to do right by him."
"I promise," I said fervently, hoping that I could keep my promise.
As Ralph left the room, I knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult. But I was determined to find the truth about my parents and to seek redemption for my past mistakes.