Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 149 Regret

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Regret

The wind roared past me as I plunged through the night sky in my wolf form. Cold air whipped through my fur, and the world blurred around me, but my silvery grey eyes stayed locked on the figure falling just ahead.

Ember.

Her body drifted helplessly through the air, her arms limp at her sides. Her head tilted back slightly, and her silver-white hair fanned out above her, catching the moonlight like strands of starlight. Her eyes were shut, and she was unconscious, completely unaware of what was happening.

Her bloodied clothes swayed slightly with the wind.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I forced my limbs to move faster, pushing through the wind, fighting gravity with everything I had. If I could just get a little closer... I could catch her. I could pull her back and save her.

Suddenly, a faint blue shimmer appeared beneath her. At first, it looked like nothing more than light reflecting off water. But then it began to spin slowly at first, then faster, growing wider as it turned into a ring of glowing energy.

My eyes widened in horror.

The portal came to life with a low, electric hum. It crackled with magic, the air bending around it like heat rising off pavement. I knew that magic. Fae magic. It was an old and powerful one.

"No... no, no, no!"

I lunged forward, every muscle burning with effort. My front paws slashed at the air, desperate to close the final distance between us.

The portal’s glow lit up her face as she fell toward it. Then, without resistance, she slipped through. Her entire body vanished into the swirling light.

And just like that... it closed. One second she was there, and the next... she was gone.

I swiped through the air where the portal had been, but there was nothing... I was too late.

A howl tore from my throat, echoing across the trees.

Then I crashed against the ground.

The impact knocked the breath from my lungs. My body tumbled across the dirt, hitting stone and root until I finally slid to a stop. Pain exploded through my ribs and legs, but I forced myself up.

Because none of it mattered.

I limped across the clearing, my nose pressed to the ground, trying to catch her scent. I moved in wide, frantic circles, sniffing the earth, the crushed grass, the space under where the portal had flickered into existence.

But her scent was gone. Completely gone like she was never there.

I stumbled forward, my paws shaking beneath me, until I looked up at the spot where she had vanished. I stood there, breathing hard, heart hammering like it might rip through my chest.

"She’s gone," Beowulf said quietly in my mind. His voice sounded as defeated as I felt.

I lifted my head and howled.

The sound ripped from deep within me, raw and grief-stricken, rising through the trees like a warning to the heavens. Birds scattered and the trees trembled. And then... the forest fell silent.

I sat back heavily, my legs folding beneath me as the weight of it all crushed down.

I couldn’t save her... Just like I hadn’t saved Emelia.

That name hit me like a blade to the gut. Emelia, my first mate. I had failed her too, I had let her die because I was too slow, too blind to see what was coming. Her death had carved a hole in me I thought could never be filled.

Then Ember came. And now she was gone too, even after I’d promised to protect her. Even after I’d felt the bond, stronger than anything I’d ever known. And I let her slip through my paws like sand through fingers.

My breathing grew faster. My chest tightened. A deep heat surged through me, crawling under my skin.

Something inside me broke.

Pain tore across my body. My form began to shift. My fur receded in patches, and my bones cracked as I was pulled back to my human shape. But something was wrong. The change wasn’t normal.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, black veins spread across my skin, branching like ink bleeding through paper.

I gasped.

Patches of fur burst back out across my shoulders, my body caught in an unstable shift. My hands turned into claws, then back into fingers. I couldn’t hold a single form as my body shook violently.

"AAARGH!" My voice echoed through the woods.

I looked down and caught my reflection in a nearby stream.

My eyes, my silvery grey eyes were gone. They were completely black now, with no white.

I clutched my chest. It felt like something was collapsing inside me, folding in on itself.

Beowulf’s voice came again, louder this time, strained. "Damon... stop. Breathe. You need to breathe."

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t hear anything over the memory playing in my head.

Ember, falling... The portal, opening beneath her. Her silver hair catching the light one last time.

Then...she disappeared.

Then Emelia’s bloodied form replayed in my head how she died. How I arrived too late that I didn’t even get the last chance to say goodbye.

I dropped to my knees, my fingers dug into the earth. The pain in my chest grew sharper, like claws tearing through my ribs. I hit the ground with my fist, again and again, growling ferociously, until I felt the dirt split and blood rise to the surface of my skin.

"Why?" I whispered hoarsely. "Why show her to me... just to take her away?"

But there came no answer. Not from the Moon Goddess, and not from Beowulf.

Even the forest remained silent, watching me wail and drown in pain.

The world had gone quiet, and there was no one to answer my question.

I sat there, trembling, still caught between two forms, my body shuddering from pain and rage. My eyes were still black. My thoughts were scattered.

"She trusted me," I said softly, the words barely escaping my lips. "And I failed her."

I had told her I would protect her. That she’d be safe with me.

And I had broken that promise, and now she was gone. And I didn’t know if I’d ever get her back.