Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Darius pov

“I apologize, but it’s a dead end again, my king. There is no sign of anyone able to shift into a white wolf in this pack,” Drake said solemnly, his head bowed in respect as he spoke.

“Drake’s right. We searched everyone with a white wolf form, but there’s no sign of the one we’re looking for,” Cassian added from where he sat not far from me, chewing on a snack with a sigh. “King, you’ve been searching for a white wolf for centuries and haven’t found one. That’s because they’ve gone extinct. So why should we still trust the shaman? I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s good at what she does, but I don’t think we’ll find a white wolf in this pack.”

I raised a brow at his words, flipping the coin in my hand absentmindedly as my thoughts drifted to the message my kingdom’s shaman sent me yesterday:

My king, I received a vision last night, and I’m pleased to inform you that the white wolf you’ve been searching for has finally reappeared after years of extinction. The one who bears it is closer than you think.

A white wolf. The one I’d searched for–goddess knows how long–had finally returned.

It sounded unbelievable, like a false prophecy, but I wouldn’t take the risk of ignoring it. What if it was true? If I found the one who bore the white wolf, everything would finally fall into place.

“And I really don’t understand why the king wants to find a white wolf,” Cassian said again, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “Even grandfather and father never knew why you were so determined. Is it really that important to you, my king?”

My gaze turned cold at his words, flicking back down to the coin in my hand. Without answering Cassian, I turned to Drake and ordered,

“Search again. Even if you have to turn this entire pack upside down, I need that white wolf.”

With that, I turned and walked out of the room, noting how smart Cassian was not to follow me.

I needed a run.

I made my way out of the packhouse and headed into the woods, my mind crowded with thoughts–mostly centered on the white wolf as I shifted into my form and took off, running through the trees.

Had a white wolf really reappeared after all these years? If it had, then I had to find them. No matter what.

It was the only way to end the curse. The only way to finally die.

“You have crossed the line this time, Darius. There is too much blood on your hands. You’ve taken too many lives, and now you must be punished. You will live forever, watching those around you die one by one. You shall know the pain of loss, crave the salvation of death, but never receive it. The only thing that can break this curse is a purebred white wolf but then again, that’s only if you can find one.”

I could still remember the slight smirk on her face as she said those words.

“If I found one,” I echoed to myself.

For centuries, I hadn’t. I had given up, knowing the goddess wouldn’t make this easy. But now…

I sprinted faster, cutting through the air.

1/3

maybe, everything would finally be over.

*Darius…” Silas said through the mindlink, finally speaking to me after ignoring me since we returned from the mall.

I didn’t respond, already having a good idea where this conversation was headed and I wasn’t wrong.

“So I was thinking… you don’t really have to reject our mate. What if you just leave her? We can go back to our pack and pretend she doesn’t exist. I mean, we don’t have to accept her as our mate, but we don’t have to reject her either, right?” he asked.

I still said nothing.

The only sound I focused on was the steady crunch of my paws crushing broken twigs beneath me.

“Why are you not responding, Darius? Don’t tell me you want to be so cruel as to reject her when you don’t have to. I already said you don’t need to accept her as your mate, just don’t reject her. You know what your rejection would do to her, right? So please… just let her go.”

I couldn’t help but want to laugh at his words. Silas, the fearsome wolf who never blinked when it came to killing was pleading for a girl.

It was almost amusing to realize that his weakness would turn out to be an ordinary, wolfless girl.

“That’s not possible, and you know that,” I said, my voice cold.

Not rejecting her didn’t mean I could simply ignore her.

No–I couldn’t.

The moment we met, there had been some kind of connection between us, even if I didn’t want to admit it. And if I didn’t sever the bond now, it would only become harder to stay away.

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