THE LOVE OF A LYCAN

60 IN A QUIET NIGH

The Lycan didn't answer, but he let out a threatening growled again. His bloodshed eyes looked at his mate as he lowered his head.

A little while later, the familiar sound of bone cracking could be heard as the bones cracked into place and the Lycan's body shrank into human size.

Torak's eyes still had not returned to his usual ocean blue color, instead it was still frighteningly red, but from the expression on his face, he was fully in control of himself now.

The clothes that he was wearing remained intact, but the trace of blood colored almost all part of it.

He reached out his arms to touch her, but she swatted his hand again.

The rejection hurt him greatly, although when he looked at his bloody hand and blood that stained his clothes and also the horrid scene behind him, he could understand why Raine reacted like that.

"Torak, let Belinda tend to her." Raphael had stood behind him even before he realized it. "She is in shock." He grabbed his shoulder as a sign for his Alpha to back off.

He closed his eyes to rearrange his scattered mind. He was disappointed, not to Raine's rejection, but to himself.

Torak backed off and let Belinda, who knew since when she was there, to persuade his mate.

He had screwed everything.

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The sky was pitch-black and the winds were icy cold.

The night appeared so lonely as a man was looking at a certain window from afar, he put his hands inside his pants' pocket.

His body reeked by dominant aura as his lips shut tightly.

"How is she?" Torak asked even when the person who approached him walked without making any sound.

"She is fine now Alpha." Belinda said solemnly.

Today was the second day since the day he had lost his control over his beast and berserk in front of Raine.

After the thorough investigation of the accident, it turned out that the drunk werewolf who Torak brutally killed, had just lost his mate. He vaguely remembered him as the warrior.

Losing their other half was the biggest blow in the Lycans and werewolves' entire existence. And very few of them could survive the despair.

It was a good thing Torak ended his misery, because if his condition dragged on, he would become feral and end up even more miserable.

Torak didn't have even a slight regret to have killed him, no matter what the reasons and no matter what the excuses, no one was allowed to touch his mate and the one who did that shouldn't live to see another day.

If only he could put aside the horrid scene that occurred after that, Torak was proud of her.

And also the fact that Raine called out for him.

She called his name. Even though it was a faint voice. But Torak could have sworn that it was her voice, her voice that was like the harmony of an angel's voice, that called out for him, in her desperate situation.

Her voice still echoed in his mind, but the fear that laced in it made him restless.

"Did she eat?" Torak asked again without turning around to see Belinda who was standing beside him.

The middle aged woman was looking at the same direction where Torak had been staring for the past three hours, helplessly.

Raine was easily frightened by a simple move, she was even more paranoid than the first time she met her, the poor angel.

"She barely eats." Belinda answered.

Raine couldn't digest her food properly, she would throw up after only three spoons of porridge or soup. The milk that was delivered to her was barely drunk as well.

Torak couldn't hold it anymore.

He had wanted to see her ever since the second Belinda brought her away to her house instead of going back to his place.

The reason was, Raine would be too frightened to live in the mansion, it would constantly remind her about the dreadful scene she just experienced.

However Torak knew better that wasn't the true reason why Belinda brought her to her house. Raine had witnessed his feral's side. Thus to see him right away and let alone sleep in the same place with him like before would be hard for her.

Initially, Torak could understand with this reason, but his impulsiveness and the bond between them had grown stronger that he couldn't stand it to be away from her, added to the fact his mate was not in good condition.

"Did she…" Torak's voice trailed off. "… asked for me?" There was a distress in his voice.