Daemon.

“It cannot be! True mate stories are fiction!” Seymour was indignant.

“No. They became legends,” Ragnar corrected him. “Over the past 300 years, this has not happened to any wolf, but it doesn’t mean that the meeting of a true mate in the distant past hasn’t taken place at all.”

“300 years...” Seymour echoed.

“It’s such a rare phenomenon that every single case is recorded. Meeting one’s true mate is a precious gift. If the wolf succeeds in achieving reciprocity, it will become significantly stronger than any other werewolf. Legend believes that with its pair, the werewolf can shift entirely.”

Ragnar sipped whisky.

I barely comprehended what the mentor was saying. All of my thoughts concentrated on Diana.

Meanwhile, Seymour wasn’t able to calm down.

“It’s difficult to believe. And what if the wolf fails to bond with his mate?”

“In this scenario, the wolf will die, and the first hypostasis will fare the same.”

Ragnar glanced at me with sympathy.

Seymour finished his glass in a single drink.

“Now what?” he questioned, stunned.

“It is simple. “He needs a connection with her,” the mentor stated idly.

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“There’s a problem,” Seymour commented hesitantly. “She’s his ex.”

Ragnar lifted his brow.

“Really?”

“Aha. They broke up before he was turned. And this fate-chosen moron offended her.

“Anyone who works hard enough can earn forgiveness. Furthermore, he has no choice,” Ragnar declared confidently.

“I hope we can come up with a plan to persuade her after I tell you what Daemon has done to her,” Seymour said, handing out his glass for another pour of whisky.

I ceased listening to them and grabbed my phone. I instantly discovered Diana’s social media page. Until now, and since the night I was altered, I didn’t even allow myself to search for her. After my life changed radically, I forbade myself to think of Diana.

I forgot how stunning she was. I kept myself from realizing that I had never had such amazing sex with any other girl. I was never especially sensitive, but Diana emanated sensuality, which I couldn’t ignore.

Accepting this fact finally dawned on me. I wanted her. I would not have calmed down simply by holding her close. I wanted her for myself alone. In response to my feelings, the wolf within started circling. I was scrolling through Diana’s images. Every new photo of her made me feel worse, yet I failed to stop. It was a fiasco...

The Moon appointed this girl for me. What an ironic twist of fate...

I couldn’t resist and began reviewing the comments.

‘Of course... A crowd of delighted fans.’

Some guy named Theo was particularly persistent.

“Excellent... Jealousy has joined the long list of emotions I harbour.

My inner beast started whining even harder. The head began to buzz. I figured it was the ideal time to drink, so I drained my glass.

‘What if I simply walk up to her? Even if she kills me, I’m perfectly fine with it.’

I shook my head, pushing this thought away from my mind. Guilt prevented me from bothering her. I knew Diana far too well. She simply wouldn’t go down to assault. Even after what I did, she only suggested we part ways. I didn’t leave straight away. I urged her to give me a second chance, yet instead of regaining her trust, I performed as an asshole, stepping on the same rake and eventually vanishing from her life.

I believed the mentor’s statements. Since I’m feeling so horrible without her at the moment, what will happen when she turns me away when I finally dare speak to her? I am going to die on the spot.

’Huh, no fucking way... Karma will make me die without Diana slowly and painfully.”

Seymour completed his story.

“Well, my dear boy, you are a complete moron.” Ragnar provided a familiar verdict.

I stood up to pour myself extra whisky.

“He knows,” Seymour observed me compassionately. “I have already told him the same. However, I believe he hasn’t revealed the whole truth yet.”

Yes, Seymour was accurate. I did not tell him everything. I was frightened of disclosing the real story. No woman would forgive what I committed. Especially Diana. She has always been confident. And I had just pushed her patience too far.

As soon as I realized it, something inside me seemed to fall apart, and a deafening silence invaded my head. With a glass in my hand, I looked around in confusion. Ragnar and Seymour called out to me, but I didn’t hear them. It felt as if I were deaf. Ragnar frowned and walked towards me.

All of it occurred just a few moments before the silence was broken by a loud howl. It felt like I was being torn apart. The pain was too intense. I dumped the glass, grasped my head, and yelled. The wolf inside was dying.