Queen!

(Author’s Point of View.)

Seeing how things were getting further out of control, Reagan panicked. Subtly grabbing Amelia‘s jaws so that she only sees him, “Look at me!” He ordered. And when her eyes that had just a tinge of its icy blue left met with his, “Me or your darkness, which one feels better inside you?” He demanded, his orbs boring intently at hers. He could feel her will to completely surrender to her evil side and that worries him.

Amelia’s consciousness was gradually slipping away. His voice came sounding so faint in her ears. Opening her mouth with great difficulty, “Y-“ She tried to say what she felt but couldn’t as the force that was pulling her soul into the deepest abyss of her mind, strengthened. She was sinking, her demeanour slowly changing to that cold and heartless side of her.

“Damnit!” Reagan cursed. He could now hardly connect with her through their bond. She was slipping further and further away from him. Sliding his one hand at the back of her neck, with the other one lifting her chin, “Which feels better? Which is most important to you? Say the damn word right now!” Reagan boomed, releasing his aura on her… forcing her to surrender and let him in even though his heart was breaking to do so.

He never imagined he would have to compel her into saying the same words she would have said on a normal day without a second thought. Reagan couldn’t figure out why, but there was this unshakeable inkling that she needed a reminder of what was more important to her; thus, he was left with no other choice than to use his aura on her.

“Ahhh… Stop it!” Amelia cried out feeling as though her body would split in two from being dragged by two different energies. Both forces felt different. One was inciting her mind with an incredible zeal to make the world fall at her feet, which undeniably was a satisfying notion. While on the other hand, even though she could barely discern the aura that was impelling her absolute submission, however, there was this irresistible pull that came with it. It felt eerily familiar and as though she was about to give up what was most important to her.

Amelia was fighting a war with her own mind. No matter how good the excitement to have the world tremble at her feet felt, still, she could not overcome the urge to say the word that was on the tip of her tongue. With that, she began to struggle relentlessly. And after what seemed like a lifetime, “You! It is you!” She finally managed to squeeze the word out. As though those words were her saving grace, the hold on her soul loosened and she gasped to finally be set free from whatever it was that almost devoured her soul.

“Me what?” Reagan asked through tightened jaws as he fought to keep in his emotions. Nothing has ever scared him this much before, not even death. The thought of how he almost lost her and would have had to live with her soulless body that had been taken over by evil, was his worst nightmare.

“It is you who is most important to me!” Amelia said in tears, her chest heaving. “I can’t live without you. I am sorry I couldn’t say the word, it was impossible for me to do anything. Without your help, I would have given in to whatever that was.”

Reagan pressed the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, as he sucked in a mouthful of air. ‘Why does she always have to suffer like this?’ He questioned himself dejectedly. Even though he felt her pain exactly as she felt it due to their mate bond, still, he wished he could take it all himself without letting her suffer even a bit. However, that wasn’t possible because, for whatever reason, the universe was against their union. Fate was unfair to them, particularly to his little mate. To him, what happened between Selene and Adgan, was a normal reaction anyone would have had. In the sense that, no one has control over who they fall in love with.

Seeing her eyes that were now returning to their icy blue, and her furs changing as well, with his mark on her neck glowing brightly, a deep sigh of relief left his throat. Bringing his lips closer to her forehead, he planted an exceptionally soft and long kiss on it. “Shift, love!” He muttered then stood up and took a couple of steps away from her. “Shift, young ones!”

With that, the sounds of bones cracking resumed. Not ten seconds passed, Amelia who levitated in the air until her last skin turned fur, landed on the ground in all her fours. And instantaneously, as though the ground was experiencing an earthquake, it shook violently as it began to freeze at an incredible speed.

Seeing how the ice was almost reaching the still shifting wolves and everyone else, Reagan quickly did his magic by creating a shield just in time before it got to the others. And instantly, the ground vibrated more fiercely as their powers crashed against one another.

Just then, howls of the newly shifted wolves resonated through the whole kingdom in jubilation to be on their forms for the first time, without even taking note of what went on in their surroundings. As well as the awes that resounded from the ones who saw magic happen before their eyes.

On the other hand, Reagan heard none of it. His gaze was transfixed on his little mate who was now in her four paws. Her fur was golden for just a fleeting second, then surprisingly it changed completely to snow-white. Her wolf was huge, more than half the height of Reagan who stood 190cm tall. What’s more, her icy blue eyes were now blazing as she stood magnificently amidst the frozen ground.

Just as Reagan was about to move closer to her, “Queen!” The people muttered falling to their knees, as they howled loudly and took their forms. While the newly shifted ones bared their necks as they too continued to howl. In the end, Reagan was the only one standing as he moved toward the glorious wolf whose gaze never left his.

“Love…!” Reagan drawled. “You never cease to amaze me. I am out of words that could adequately describe how perfect you are. I am in awe of you.”

“Mate!” Amelia spoke in her wolf form lifting her head with the intention to lick his face, sadly, he was still too tall for her like this. Thus, she lifted her front paws over his shoulders as she stood on the remaining two and began to lick his face. His scent was on a whole new level. If it was intoxicating before, then there was no word to describe how it felt right now.

Reagan chuckled at her eagerness whilst he stroked her fur. “You did it, love. You made it and I am proud of you.”

“Yes, I could not have done it without you. Thanks to your push, I was able to realize what was important to me.” Amelia replied staring intently at the crook of his neck. She does not know why, but she desirably wanted to have a bite of him. Every fibre in her blood was urging her to sink her fangs into his neck.