Return of the Lunar Wolf and the Obsessive Bakun

Chapter 0.2

" So I was the real Lunar Wolf all along! How can you do this to me Luna! Were your love and care for me was also an act? Was everything fake from the start? Answer me Luna! Answer me!" I could not comprehend what I was feeling anymore. The pain and anger is jumbling inside, I was about to burst.

"I am the real Lunar Wolf! You're just a vessel made for me to absorb! I am Luna, daughter of the alpha and the one and only Lunar Wolf!"

Luna answered with her insanely pyschotic face.

Luna for some reason became more crazy as time passed by, she was also starting to look like me. Her sky like blue eyes is beginning to fade, and her majestic white skin is now slowly turning dark. She was beggining to transform like me and I was beggining to become like her. The more change in her physical appearance, the more crazy she becomes.

"Come here Amathea, let me hold you once again."

Luna said.

"No, I won't be used by you anymore. I never stole anything from you, it was you who have stolen everything from me! My powers, my Identity!"

I angerly said.

Luna after hearing what I said unconsciously ran towards Bakun. She purposely fell into his arms and acted like a victim.

"My love, I'm terribly sorry to let you see me in my most miserable state. I maybe like this, but if you help me cage that wench, it'll be just you and me, just like it had always be."

Bakun then slapped the insane Luna. He then walked towards me and suddenly gave me a hug. Near my right ear landed the side of his face as he whispered words that I've only dreamed to hear before.

"I'm sorry if it took me too long to realize that it had always been you. I may have failed to see my Lunar Wolf, but it had always been you who I secretly love. Let this man of yours atone from his mistakes by killing this imposter."

I lost my composure as I heard the words that I have always dreamt to be heard from the very man whom I've always love from afar. For me who was cursed, the outcast in my pact, I had always believed that I will never recieve love so romantic to other men. However, hearing it now after everything that has happened is now pointless. He who killed my father, the person who led me to my nightmare for years could never be loved again by my broken heart, by the broken me.

" You only love me now because I am the Lunar Wolf. You only hugged me now because for you we are destined, but the person I am now who suffered from your might will never be penetrated by the arrow of romance nor the sword of prophecy. Life forced me to live the life of the cursed wolf, the fallen princess, and a slave of a monster. I am Amatheia Lunaria, and I am done accepting what life gives me! I would never again surrender my life to fate, I will bend my destiny, forge my own future!"

Ice covered the cave after I finally said the heaviest words that had always been kept deep inside. My eyes glew brigther than the moonlight along with my hair that shone birghter than my eyes. My powers was overflowing, the pain and anger inside of me made me stronger.

Bakun tried to use his fire to suppress the overflowing cold emitting from me. But I was stronger, my anger was stronger. But the power inside of me is in the verge of exploding, and I the holder pose no control to my inborn strength. With the uncontrollable anger running rampant in me, my powers responded in self destruction. I was self destructing, just moments away before I exploded and kill every being in the land. Bakun's fire who had been resisting the cold finally went out, and in the sudden whisp of the wind, Bakun teleported in my back. In just seconds, he stabbed the self destructing me.

Slowly I felt my strength starting to leave my wounded body. This is no ordinary knife, I can feel it, I can feel the knife absorbing my strength. My vision is starting to get blurry, it's starting to get dark.

***

When I opened my eyes

"Good morning Princess."

"Happy 20th birthday Amathea!"

What's this? I did not die? 20th birthday? Did I just went back 3 years to the past?

"Happy 20th birthday Princess!"

I looked at the maid who greeted me, and I was right. It was Stila, my personal maid chosen by my sister whom I've always treated fairly, yet she was also the reason why I was caught by Bakun. I can clearly remember how she easily revealed my place of hiding after she was caught by Bakun's soldier and the same person who recommended me to that perverted General.

"Get me a mirror."

I said.

"Before that, I bought you a gift! Don't you want to check it out first Amathea?"

"Who are you again?"

I plainly answered.

"Are you okay Amathea?"

She answered.

" I said, who are you?"

"It's me Stila!"

She worriedly answered.

"And you are my?"

I plainly asked

" I am your personal maid."

She confusingly replied.

"Correct, you are my personal maid and I am your master thus I am not oblique to accept your present nor am I even oblique to reply to any of your calling."

I angrily stated.

Finally, I have done it. This action was necessary, I need to make her know her place.

"Amathea?"

she mumbled.

"And don't call me by my name, I am a princess and you are merely my property."

"Yes my princess."

She answered as she trembles.

" Now get me a mirror!"

I asked.

Stila could no longer reply as she was unable to comprehend the fear and confusion that struck her dearly. She only bowed, and went out to get the mirror.

"Welcome back my wife."

What's happening? The time suddenly stopped, and Stila stopped moving, falling leaves stopped mid air! And who is this man standing and smiling in front of me?

Suddenly, the room is filled with fire that mysteriously does not burn. The heat rather felt warmth and comfort, a familiar power that brings back memories I fail to remember. There in the midst of the fire is a man standing my vision fail to recognize. He is surrounded by mysterious heat waves that blocks even the vision of my wolf eyes.

"Who are you? What's happening? The time stopped, how can you do this? Are you the one who made the miracle?"

I asked as confusion and fear fought inside of me.

"Yes my wife, I am the cause of the miracle. I am the Demi God Bakun, your fated husband, your fated mate."

He replied with such tender voice, yet even if he did not reply, with the voice of his that I am so much familiar with: I know for sure that the man standing there is Bakun.

"Bakun? Is that you? But why can't I recognize you?"

He did not answer. Somehow, my instinct tells me that something wierd is happening to Bakun.

"Use me for your revenge, my Goddess."

Suddenly, just right after he uttered those words, everything went back to normal.