Healing The Quiet Prince (The Saville Series Book 3)

"Angelo!! There you are."

The dark-haired prince opened his eyes to find that he was sitting in the back yard of his mate's house.

He looked around, it was the same as all those years ago the music, the laughter in the house most of all her presence beside him.

"Elise," he said with his voice breaking.

She cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly.

"I've missed you so much, my princess. I-I don't know how to do this. How can I move on when I can't find the strength to do it? I don't want to lose you again," he stuttered lowering his eyes from her gaze.

"Do you know that you will always be my Angelo? As I would be your Elise." the blonde-haired beauty said to him.

He knew this was a dream but he couldn't resist claiming her lips. The feelings of their first kiss came back into play as he placed her in his lap and held her. Her warm breath fanned his neck as she tried to regain composure.

"I love you, my sweet prince," she said truthfully.

He was about to reply when the alarm sounded. She quickly scrambled off him to run inside.

"ELISE NO. DON'T. STAY WITH ME!" he yelled after her.

The scene changed around him and all he saw were fallen wolves, the cries of loved ones mourning their deaths. A bloody battlefield.

The sound of his own voice carried him to a scene that he can never forget.

"Please wake up, baby. Stop playing. We gotta go home together remember. Travel the world." A crying 17yr old Angelo came into his sight as he held a bloody form of Elise.

Her hand weakly holding his as he kissed her lips one last time. His cries were filled with pain as he held her close. Then the 17yr old prince turned to look at the older version of himself.

"I can't leave her. I can't. She needs us here" he cried out.

The pain in his green eyes brought Angelo to his knees, he felt a wet substance on his hands and looked at them in curiosity her blood- his mate's blood staining his hands. He screamed out in pain and anguish of her loss before he shifted into his dark wolf and went into a rampage.

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Angelo got up abruptly from his dream with his body covered in sweat. To make sure it was all a dream, he looked at his surroundings then his hands.

"Home. I'm home," he muttered to himself while trying to control his rapid breathing.

It was early hours in the morning, the sun hasn't risen yet as he made his way to the balcony of his room.

Dressed in only his briefs, he welcomed the cold air that caressed his heated body, a cool metal hit him gently against his chest, looking at it made his dreams came back ten times stronger.

His wolf Lykos began to whimper. After seeing his human's dream, they both couldn't get rid of that bloody past, a painful one where they both lost their mate.

'Wanna go for a run?' Angelo asked his confidant.

*'Much needed'* Lykos answered eagerly.

Quickly he donned shorts and went out the back hallway to the heavily wooded areas of his family grounds. He stood and took in everything from the stone castle to the wide expanse of their grounds.

In a few hours he would be leaving for New York. He released a heavy sigh. It was hard to leave his family especially the new addition.

Shifting into Lykos, he thought of his two sisters Rosaline and Eva. He wished he can be there for them helping them fit into the Royal Family. Being a young queen and a royal beta female ain't no picnic but he knew they can make it. They were both strong in their respective ways.