Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 156 The Past (5) (Bonus)

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 The Past (5) (Bonus)

I didn’t say anything.

Because I had noticed it too, she did have almost the same feature as Ember. But she wasn’t Ember, it only confirms the fact that Ember was a fae.

My chest ached, remembering how she died. My hands were clenched by my side.

The memory around me began to shift, slowly changing into a different time.

The sky darkened faster than it should have. What had been a warm, golden evening quickly turned into deep twilight, as if someone had pulled a curtain across the sun.

Shadows stretched long across the battlefield, creeping over the tents and fallen leaves, moving like they had a mind of their own.

I could feel the change, the tension in the air grew stronger and overbearing.

My younger self had left. He had gone to the border, thinking he was doing the right thing, thinking he could buy time. But he was wrong, he had always been wrong.

The fae princess was still at the sacred tree, kneeling on the ground. Her hands glowed faintly as she pressed them against the tree’s roots, whispering something I couldn’t hear. Probably an old fae spell.

Her magic shimmered weakly, flickering like a candle about to go out.

The tree didn’t respond. Its golden bark looked faded and sick, even the glow that once lit it up was fading more with each passing second.

Suddenly, a sharp, blood-chilling scream rang out.

It came from a far distance. Then another scream followed, deeper and more brutal.

A hawk flew overhead in a wild panic and vanished into the dark clouds.

And then everything went quiet. For a brief second, nothing moved. Then everything exploded.

The strong sound of wings moving in the air, shadows moving fast in the speed of life, and then... chaos.

Vampires snarled, their eyes glowing red like torches, their speed almost invisible. Demons followed behind, twice their size, their claws gleaming in the moonlight. The witches came last, flying in on their broomsticks, their hands already glowing with dark magic.

Everything turned into a river of screams, snarls, and blood.

Our warriors didn’t have time to prepare. Some didn’t even get the chance to shift before they were torn apart in seconds.

A vampire dragged one man into the air and dropped him from the clouds. A demon slammed through the front line like a beast possessed, sending wolves flying in every direction.

Spells lit up the sky like lightning, ripping holes into the earth and setting the entire tents on fire.

I watched it all like I was underwater. The smell of blood, the smoke, the cries of my people... it drowned me.

The fae princess stayed by the sacred tree. She didn’t move an inch, still pressing her glowing hands against the roots, pouring all her magic into it. Her body trembled from the force of it, her dress soaked in sweat and dirt, and she didn’t even look up.

She knew the tree was our only chance. If the tree died, the realm would die with it.

The fae flew into the air, and they formed a barrier over the battlefield. Then they charged at the demons, their luminous light blue sword splitting the demons in half. Another group of female fae countered the magic of the witches.

Wolves leapt through the air, snapping their jaws around vampire throats. Some of our warriors managed to tear a few down, but for every enemy that fell, five more came behind them. The demons didn’t seem to feel pain. Even when they were stabbed or clawed, they kept coming.

One of them grabbed a werewolf by the hind legs and smashed him into the ground like a rag doll. The werewolf whimpered before his voice died in the sea of the battle cry.

The witches were worse. They didn’t need to touch anyone, they only raised their hands and tore through minds and bodies with nothing but words.

A soldier next to me screamed as his eyes rolled back in his head, blood pouring from his nose before he dropped to the ground, dead before he even hit it.

My father and Ethan fought near the front line. My father’s wolf form was still powerful, his white fur streaked with blood, his eyes were wild with fury.

Ethan had already shifted too, his golden wolf snapping and lunging at the vampires, demons, and witches, anyone he could get his fangs on. He never stayed in one place for too long. They were doing everything they could... but even they were starting to slow.

The other Lycans joined the battle, giving the werewolves a better chance to survive the fight.

After hours of fighting. It was almost dawn, and the battle had lasted throughout the night. My father charged straight into a line of demons, tearing through a handful of them before one caught him in the side. He fell with a deep growl, and he staggered to his feet.

Then he charged at them again, and the battle lasted for a few more hours. Then one of the demons clawed at my father’s wolf, and they both locked in an intense battle. My father was becoming slower and sloppier.

The demon swung his claws over his side, blood spraying from the side of his stomach. With his last strength, he bit the demon’s head off.

Then he fell to the ground, his eyes fluttering close.

"Father!" I shouted, but my voice was unheard.

I ran forward, but I wasn’t really there. I passed right through the chaos like a ghost. I couldn’t help... I couldn’t stop anything.

Not too far away Ethen howled in pain, as he felt the bond snap of our father. He lunged crazily at a vampire who had cornered a young warrior, blinded with grief he didn’t see the other vampire coming behind him.

Blood splattered from his lips as a shot into his chest, barely missing his heart. He swung his claws at the vampire, severing his head.

He fell to the ground hard, shifting back into his human form.

His chest rose and fell slowly, blood pouring from his mouth.