Meanwhile, Genevieve remained in the room with the dark one, staring at the floor, still shaken by the sight of her beloved's body.
As the dark one removed his coat and began unbuttoning his vest, he slowly approached her.
She whispered something that caught his attention, "I curse you," her voice was barely audible but he still couldn't get what she said.
Confused, he brought his ear closer "I'm sorry, what?" He asked.
"I curse you!" she shouted. "I curse you so that you will never be able to touch me unless I allow it, and that will never happen!" Her words were filled with hatred.
He chuckled, trying to brush it off as a joke, but as he moved closer, he realized he couldn't even get near her.
An invisible barrier surrounded her, leaving Genevieve surprised by the effectiveness of the curse she casted unknowingly. She couldn't help but laugh at his suffering, spinning round and round in room, with her cackles echoing.
Amidst her laughter, she realized that her love has been snatched from her forever, and she let out a scream in pain, tears streaming down her face endlessly.
"It seems I won't be the only one to suffer!" the dark one cackled. Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Lincoln standing there, with newfound strength and furious than ever, his eyes filled with rage.
"Lincoln?" She stared at him in disbelief, her eyes fixed on Lincoln.
Then, without hesitation, she rushed into his embrace and wept. "Take me away from him!" she pleaded.
Meanwhile, the dark one filled with anger, once again rushed toward them to grab her but was left in shock, unable to approach them as a protective barrier surrounded Genevieve.
As they departed from the town, their only goal was to put as much distance as possible between them and the looming threat. They were unaware that he unleashed chaos upon the town behind their back.
That night, they sought refuge in a church, exchanging vows of eternal love and got married. Focused on avoiding any possibility of capture, they eventually found a safe haven in a in a farmland.
Finally, they stumbled upon an abandoned cabin by the lake, transforming it into their sanctuary.
With pure hearts, they promised to love each other unconditionally, sealing their bond.
It was on that very night that Genevieve conceived a child, a miraculous for them because they had no clue about Lincoln's death in the laboratory and his transformation into a Lycanthrope.
Within a month, her pregnancy became unusually apparent. "I can't risk taking you to the doctor," He whispered, fearing what the scientist could to their baby.
"They would tear you apart, conducting experiments. I won't let that happen."
Lincoln didn't expect her to say something that filled his heart with love and gratitude as began to speak.
"That night, we were saved by a miracle," she murmured. "Perhaps this child is a divine blessing, destined for greatness." her smile blew all his worries with it like a fresh gust of wind.
Taking her hands in his, he gently kissed her forehead.
Overwhelmed by emotion, he reached out to touch her face. "Are you real?" he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. "How can someone be so patient, so loving?"
With a bright smile, she met his gaze. "Promise me that you will love our baby unconditionally, no matter how he or she turns out to be," she asked in a gentle tone.
A warm smile spread across his face as he replied, "Are you joking? This child is ours, and I will love him or her with all my heart, no matter how they are." Tenderly, he kissed her forehead once again, sealing their promise.
To make a living, he started a career as a lumberjack, collecting wood and selling it to a vendor in the nearby town.
On one occasion, he had to leave the farm to deliver the gathered wood to a town close by, as this was their source of income.
However, everything changed when night fell and the first full moon since his transformation into a Lycanthrope arrived.
Having traveled a long distance, he had to find a room to stay in a hotel.
Due to a severe headache, he fell asleep, but as the moon rose in the sky, his body began to ache. He developed a fever and the pain became so intense that he couldn't help but turn and twist in agony.
Suddenly, his vision became blurry and he lost consciousness. Upon awakening, he discovered himself naked in the reception of the hotel, surrounded by a pile of countless bones and skulls.
He had torn every bit of flesh from their bodies. Looking at himself in the mirror, he observed his wide jaws and fangs sinking back into his gums, which caused him even more discomfort.
His fur and claws lay scattered on the floor, while his nails grew at an amazing speed, as if time had moved fast.
He was drenched in blood!" This entire sentence shook Logan to his core, as he had personally experienced all of this. He continued reading, "Somehow he managed to find his clothes and secretly made his way back to his cabin. He attempted to share his experience with Genevieve, but a fear of losing her suddenly gripped him. This thought shattered his heart into countless pieces. Unable to express himself, he simply embraced her and lied, saying that he returned early because he couldn't find a buyer.
"Don't be dishearted, we have enough food to help us get through a few more days," she reassured, rubbing his shoulder.
Every night, Lincoln would stay awake, ensuring that he didn't harm the woman he love the most.
However, as time went on and another full moon approached, he almost forgot about that fateful night.
The pain began to course through every inch of his body, it was just the first wave of his pain, the beginning of the suffering he has to endure all through the night, causing him to drop the firewood he was carrying.
"Are you alright?" Genevieve rushed to his side, concern visible on her face.