My Long Lost Mate

Her small hand wiped the tears from falling, using every last remaining energy she had in her to do so. My body stiffened at the touch, my feet glued at the last step that I took. She had her eyes opened, a small smile appeared on her face as she stared at me.

"Violet... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I brought her closer to me, another tear dropped as I do so. My legs fell weak, and soon my knees came in contact with the ground for the second time.

"I'm... okay..." she ȧssured with a small voice, almost whispering. Even the wind that blew outside sounds louder.

"That's a lie," I grimaced, her words didn't sound the least convincing when she was covered in blood. I wish I could take her pain away, it would be better if I was the one who had to endure it.

Hearing my words, she let out a weak chuckle, "It's not... because now... I'm with you," as soon as she uttered the words, her smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown. She clutched on her stomach, beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. She was clearly lying about being okay.

"Stay with me," I whispered the words, quickly regaining my strength to head to safety. Running towards the exit of the cave, I met Andrew and Jack who had been waiting for us. Their faces turned grim looking at Violet in my arms, I could feel their building anger through the bond.

"We are going to Gordom," I commanded.

...

Throughout the way to Gordom, Violet couldn't bear the immense pain she was feeling and passed out in my arms. She was soaked, with both blood and sweat. As werewolves could heal their mates with their saliva, I too healed some of Violet's wounds by ŀɨċkɨnġ them. But there was only so little that I could do by doing so as her wounds were deep, and it will take some time before it could heal completely. Though I could heal her external wounds, I couldn't do anything about what came from inside.

As the mountain was located right next to Gordom, it will be faster for us to get there rather than going back to Wonsvile, which would need a few hours to arrive. Truthfully, going to the land of vampires was a pretty risky decision as Violet was currently covered in blood. It was like an open invitation to the vampires to feed on her.

We soon arrived at a huge wall that divides the two lands boundaries. In the center of the wall, there stood an iron gate that was forged more than a century ago, hence old and rusty. Though old, it stood tall and solid, doing excellent in its job. The height of the gate made it seem like it was not only separating the land but also the sky in between the two regions. Going beyond that gate means we are stepping into Gordom's territory.

I got off Andrew's back, holding Violet close to my arms while also covering her with my cape. As I need to carry Violet, I couldn't shift to my wolf form and used Andrew as my means of transportation. I waited for both of my men to shift back and clothed themselves before marching to the gate.

As we walked closer, we were stopped by guardsmen who crossed their swords to prevent us from stepping further, "Identify yourself," said one of the guards, a low-level vampire by the look of the color in his eyes, silver.

"Lord of Wonsvile, Alpha of the Werewolves," I announced. It was understandable if they didn't know who I am as we were of a different kind, and we never really disclosed the leader of each dark creature which was why this problem existed.

He sighed, thinking that it was a joke, "Sir, I know you are struggling to search for a living in Gordom but we are not short of manpower. We have met tons of you who tried to sneak your way in but unfortunately, none succeed. So you better try your luck somewhere else," his eyes then peered at Violet before a smirk appeared, "But maybe I will let you in if you are willing to offer me—"

"Say another word and you are going bye-bye," Andrew had his hand on the guard's throat, pressing down on his food pipe. Looking at his friend being attacked, the other guard started to shout, trying to attack Andrew before he was also being held in the same way by Jack.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" As I stepped closer to the guardsmen, the wind blew, causing the hood that covered my face to fall and allowed them to take in my appearance better. Specifically the bright red eyes.

They gawked their eyes at the sight of me, finally realizing their mistake, "R-red eyes," he mumbled. I sighed and walk past them as they were thrown to the ground. Andrew jogged to catch up to me and teased, "Seems like the red-eyed wolf is still famous among the people."

The red-eyed wolf, it has been such a long time since I last heard the name. It was a name that frequently appeared on the stories my mom so proudly told me about in my bedtime stories. I used to fall asleep while listening to my mom bragging about how amazing the man was.

No matter how different we were, we did everything we could to accept each other's differences. No one had ever voiced their displeasure until the witches started to create havoc, using their magic to kill and harm countless people. It was then when the others started to feel irked by what the witches were doing, we eventually also used our power to fight for dominance, for the right to rule over all creatures. Hence it started the great war.

The war went on for almost a decade, it was a war that killed many. Humans, being the weakest of all, were so close to being annihilated from existence. They sought help from werewolves and vampires, begging for peace, for the sake of their old companionship. It was then when they realized, they didn't hate each other and their true enemy was the witches who started the war. The three then started to combine their strength, using them to end the witches.

One of the leading figures who held an important role in ending the war was the red-eyed wolf. It was a name that was first given to my grandfather, Derek William. He was infamous for his courage and incredible strength, bestowing him with the name red-eyed wolf. He was adored by his allies, but feared by his enemies. After the war ended, he was the one who came up with the idea to divide the three lands, so the same incident would not be repeated. Yet it ended up as an idea that distanced the relation of the people, which was why we didn't have the same kind of companionship as what our ancestors had with the other creatures. Wonsvile was mostly inhabited by werewolves, Gordom by vampires, and Myltha by humans, although witches also liked to live there.

"We are here," Jack's voice pulled me away from my thoughts, finally realizing that we have arrived at our destination. We have arrived in front of a manor, the manor of the Lord of Gordom itself. The manor was made out of bricks, standing in the middle of a magnificent garden that surrounded it as if embracing the building with nature and greeneries. The pathway was adorned with various kinds of floras, welcoming the guest with its colorfulness.

The butler soon noticed our presence and calmly walked to welcome us, "Alpha Luke, please come in." He opened the entrance to the manor, allowing us to step into the building despite the sudden appearance.

He must've realized our urgency as he caught sight of Violet and the whiff of blood coming from her, "I will call for the lord and a doctor. Please bring her to the guest room," he said before bowing to do his task.

I carried Violet to the room, placing her on the bed ever so slowly to not hurt her. I went to the bathroom and took a wet napkin to wipe the blood staining her as the smell of her blood might attract a few vampires who didn't have good control of their hunger. Not long after, a woman and a man came into the room, one being the human doctor and the other the lord.

"Kiel," I called the man, receiving a nod as a reply. He had a questioning look as he glanced at Violet but decided to wait outside, letting the doctor do her job first before questioning me. As the doctor examined Violet's wounds, more of them that were hidden under her clothes came to light. I clenched my fist, blood leaked out of my palm as my nails pierced through the flesh. I will kill them all.

I walked out of the room, meeting Kiel who had his back against the wall, "What happened?" He inquired as he faced me. Kiel was my childhood friend, my only vampire friend. Our families have always been good friends, it goes way back to the days where Axthrone still exist.

"Rogues," I gritted my teeth and he nodded in acknowledgment, knowing that we had those rogues problems for these last few months. I glanced at the window, noticing the day was dark, "What time is it?"

"Close to midnight," he replied after peeking through his watch. Looking at the smile sprawled on my face, he asked confusedly, "Why?" I was feeling more than delighted that the time I had been waiting for has finally come.

"It's time to kill those fuċkɨnġ dogs."