Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 155 The Past (4) (Bonus)

Chapter 155: Chapter 155 The Past (4) (Bonus)

"There’s a black stain spreading across the northern ridge."

"Animals are fleeing toward the river, and the deeper parts of the forest are completely empty."

"I can feel it... the magic is pulling away from the land like it’s dying."

An older warrior stepped forward, calm compared to the others. He gave the Lycan king a short bow as the king joined the group in the clearing.

"Your Majesty, the witches are no longer where we last saw them. They’ve completely vanished."

Ethan walked up behind him, his brows furrowed with concern. "We should send another search party, maybe they moved... or were attacked."

"They weren’t attacked," I muttered bitterly. "They took what should’ve never been given to them. Now, they’ll unleash hell because of it."

The Lycan king tried to stay calm. "Maybe they relocated to begin restoring their land."

There was hope in his voice, even if it was clearly forced.

My younger self stepped forward, joining the circle of warriors. "Or maybe they’ve already started tearing ours apart."

His voice sounded calm, but I could feel the tension in it. That doubt he’d kept quiet before was now finally showing.

"Damon," his father said with a heavy sigh, "you’re letting fear cloud your thinking. The witches wouldn’t risk breaking the treaty so soon."

"You don’t know what they’re capable of," the younger me snapped. "They’re witches. Their loyalty lasts only as long as their hunger does."

Ethan placed a hand on his shoulder. "That’s enough."

Damon shook him off. "No, it is not."

I watched them argue. I remembered how it felt... how I thought I was right, how they thought I was just paranoid. But my words hadn’t been just anger, they were instinct. And I had been right all along. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Then the ground trembled slightly.

Everyone froze. A soft wind blew through the trees, and then a sharp whoosh broke the silence as green fire lit up the sky.

We all turned, and at the top of the hill stood a golden tree. It was the sacred trees tied to the fae realm, normally it was invisible to the naked eye, but now it was burning in flames.

Green fire crackled up the branches, sparks rose into the sky, glowing like dying embers.

Young Damon stepped closer, staring straight at the burning tree. His silvery grey eyes locked on the flames. His mouth opened slightly, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

We both understood what had just happened.

The witches... had betrayed us.

’Emelia.’ I needed to go back and protect her. Before I was so concerned about war affairs that I neglected her... I arrived too late and what I saw of her was her corpse.

But I couldn’t walk away from that particular memory. It was like I was being blocked by an invisible wall.

"Let me through... let me through," I yelled, slamming my hand on the invisible wall.

I cried out in frustration, howling in pain. The obstruction just made me realize I might not be able to change what had happened. It means everything is going to play out again in front of me and I will not be able to change it.

I won’t be able to change it.

"What is going on here?" the voice I detested the most echoed from behind me. The Fae princess, the reason the disaster came in the first place. If it wasn’t because of her and her petty kindness, this wouldn’t have happened.

I even warned her but she refused to heed it. My chest heaved up and down, my hand itched to rip her apart.

My claws elongated out of my fingers as I charged towards her. I swung my claws at her but they went through her, I swung them again and again, and they all went through her. I groaned in frustration.

One of the soldiers turned to her. "Your highness, the magic protecting our land is being drained out. And we can’t tell why? Or who is doing it..." His voice lowered, as if realization had just dawned on him. "Your highness, you are the fae princess. Can you revive our land again?"

Before the princess could utter a word, my younger self beat her to it. "Revive our land? Did you see the sacred tree burning?" he pointed to the hill.

The princess gasped in shock. "How did this happen?" Her brows furrowed into one of worry.

"Someone was being kind." my younger self answered sarcastically.

"Damon, enough already." Ethan snapped at me. He came forward with a pleading expression. "Is there a way we can revive our land fae princess? Our people are dying, even the animals and trees are not spared."

"Prince Ethan, I’ll try my best. After all, I’m the reason this has happened. Your younger brother had been right all this while."

"How so?" Ethan’s voice became serious.

"I can already feel the magic draining the land’s magic. It is not draining it precisely, the witches are using the magic I gave to them to take this. Because the magic I gave them comes from the same source as the land’s, the earth responds to it instinctively. I deeply apologize for causing this problem, I thought I was helping... I never knew I was only worsening the case." She lowered her head.

"Now you are apologizing, but the damage has already been done. Lives are already lost and more will be lost because you just made the witches stronger than ever before." My younger self said before changing into his wolf form, racing through the open fields.

"Where are you going?" My father yelled.

"To the border, I need to make sure we are not sneak attacked." my younger self mindlinked my father.

"No. No. Come back! You should be by Emelia’s side. Come back you brat!" I yelled, my eyes widened in horror as I saw him disappearing on the horizon.

I tried to run after him, but the same invisible wall was restricting my movement.

"Doesn’t the fae princess look like Ember?" Beowulf asked in a very low voice, as if he were sick.