Death Wolf Saga
Death Wolf Chapter 70 (Book 2)

“Th- ora?”

He says in disbelief. Moving up his hand to touch me, to only stop.

Looking down and clenching his hands in fists. His expression changing suddenly.

From hope to dispair.

“You knew my mother right? “

I ask, searching his eyes for the truth. To only see him get up, his hands trembling like he was hyperventilating.

No…no…It can’t be…

Talking to himself, he keeps shaking his head in a no. Lost in his own thoughts. To only step back from me and rush to a empty room in a corner.

Slamming the door shut after him.

I look at the man confused. Is he crazy? What’s wrong with him?

I waited for him to come out. To tell me what’s wrong but he didn’t. Feeling too tired because of the injuries, I just lay back on the bed. Looking at the ceiling.

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It was nightime now and he still hasn’t come out of the room. I was getting a bit worried now.

Was he fine?

Getting up, I hold in a cry as my entire body aches due to the pain. Ignoring it, I walk towards the room he went into.

“Excuse me? Saviour? Can you hear me?”

I ask, knocking. Reminding myself to ask his name the next time. But no one answers.

Well this was definitely strange.

Turning the knob, I am surprised to see the door open and as soon as I enter. I literally froze in my track.

What the fu-

My mouth opens as I look around at the mess of the room it was . There were papers…more like letters…thousands of them all over the floor.

Gulping I look up at the walls, to have my chest tighten.

There were drawings of a women…. everywhere on the walls. Leaving not even an inch of the wall empty.

The pictures of her eyes, drawn with piece of charcoal.

Picture of her smile.

It was the same women everywhere.

Yet what blew off my mind was the face of the women….those eyes… which I can recognise anywhere even if I had never seen her.

She was her, my mom.

And as the realisation stuck like a lightning. My eyes stop at the figure laying in a corner, immobile yet breathing heavily.

Empty bottles of liquor surrounding him as he continued to stare at a blank space on the wall. Not minding my intrusion.

Gulping from the bottle, again.

“Hey? Are you fine?”

I ask but he doesn’t reply. I step closer and that’s when I feel a piece of paper under my feet.

Crouching down ,I pick it up. To read the words scribbled in a beautiful handwriting.

Dear Thora

It’s the 6896th day without seeing your face and I still miss you more if not less than yesterday.

You still hate me, don’t you? You should. I deserve it all but please can you come and meet me once?

I am going insane without you.

You come in my dreams..you tell me that you love me. I hear your voice in my head, I see you smiling at me.

But I never reach you.

I have lost you…..I couldn’t love you…I hurt you so much…can you atleast hurt me in return?

I try to hurt myself..but I am numb to it.

Maybe I am dead from the inside.

Can you take me with you? I am waiting here…in this mysterious forest…for death.

Why doesn’t it take me?

Do I not even deserve to meet you after death?

No matter what, I will be waiting for you my dear mate. Was yesterday, will today until my last breath leaves my lips.

I will always be here.

Waiting for you , begging for forgiveness.

Love you Thora.

Yours sincerely

Volkan

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The paper slides down from my fingers as I look up at the broken man.

Volkan?

As in the former werewolf king?

The Volkan?

No way! Everyone said he died in regret of hurting and not trusting his mate.

His mate….no..no..nooo..he can’t be!

Could it be that mom and him were mate’s.

That image of them consummating flashes in front of my eyes and I stagger back in disbelief.

But he was mated to the girl who was there in the Prophesy.

The girl no one ever talked about.

The girl whose name was surprisingly removed from all the books and pages of history.

To be only called one name

Summoner of the death wolf.

Was my mom?

And that’s when doubt sets in and my throat runs dry at the possibility of me being lied to me my entire life.

And suddenly, I couldn’t trust anyone or anything.

Except my very own eyes.

Which were proving it.

I look back into his eyes and suddenly everything felt too much to take.

Those eyes, I know they don’t lie….they can’t.

They were answers to what I have been searching for all these years.

He is your father.

The unknown voice I heard earlier. Says to me. And I know now that this is the truth.

I have always questioned the colour of my eyes….and now I can see from where I got them.

My steel grey’s were a replica of his.

He was indeed my father.

My real father.

“Dad?”

I speak before I could stop myself and his eyes immediately shoot up to lock with mine.

“Y…you are my father?”

I say stepping closer to only see more tears leave his eyes as he gulps from the bottle. Moving his head in a no.

He almost looked like a crazy man who has lost his senses. A man verge of insanity.

And my words seemed to push it further.

“No ..no ….Thora…no….no ….you couldn’t have….no….the child…our child?…..our daughter?…..no!!!”

He says placing his hands on his ears. Moving his head in a no. And I just stand there, looking at him blankly.

Tearing the pages from the drawing paper…he picks up a piece of charcoal, to scribble something on it.

His long hair falling down his face as he crazily kept drawing something on it.

While mumbling to himself.

“You …lo…ved me…you always…did…but I hurt you ..I didn’t trust you …..I….”

“I killed you…”

“I killed you…”

“I killed you….”

I see his trembling hands moving vigorously as he was trying to draw something.

But he kept failing.

“I .. don’t deserve to live…no …I should die….I should die….!!”

He almost went crazy after that. Tearing apart his clothes , searching around for something.

And I step back, a little afraid of him.

He seemed fine earlier? What happened to him suddenly?

Regret

The voice repeats in my mind and I couldn’t disagree. Repentance and regret indeed.

He made Thora suffer

The voice speaks again and I just hug myself. Looking at once, the most powerful man in the world so weak and vulnerable.

All in the name of regret?

Or was it love?

He finally found what he was looking for and my eyes widen. It was a whip studded with some pointed things.

And before I could stop him.

He did it.

Hitting his own back with it. He made b***d coat his flimsy piece of shirt.

“I killed her….I killed her…..”

He kept repeating the same lines and as the shirt falls down on the ground. And something pricks my heart as I see the condition of his back.

Not even an inch of his skin was left without scars.

It was scarred beyond repair.

Tainted and broken.

Like a scarred, uncontrollable beast who was set to destroy just one thing.

And that was himself.

I couldn’t help myself. I felt pity for him. I don’t know all about what he did with my mother.

But the way he has punished him, really made me wonder, if this could be just regret.

He wouldn’t stop at me interfering, so I just stand there flinching.

As every whip hits his back.

A tear falling down my eyes seeing his condition.

“I am a murderer! I killed her….I killed my Thora…I killed her.”

He continues his madness , untill he literally staggers. Having lost too much b***d.

Swaying, unable to stand.

I move forward to help…to be only stopped by his hand. As he leans back on the wall.

Breathing heavily.

“No… please…no…I deserve it…”

“I…killed her….”

“I killed your mother”

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“But Dad-“

“No! I don’t deser..ve to be called your father

…I don’t deser..ve…you.”

“I… didn’t believe her….I called your mother…a wh**…when she had you in her womb…”

“I am…a sick man…”

“Go away…leave me….run….I will hurt you….like I hurt her…like I killed her….go…go away…..”

His words were hitting straight on my wounded heart. As I move my head in , trying to stop him.

“I am just a weak.. pathetic man….”

“A bastard….a sinner….I sinned….there is no forgiveness….”

“Nothing except death….I… deserve to….die….”

He tries to hit himself again. To only , loose his balance. The floor was coated red in his b***d.

And I tries my best to keep the heaviness in my chest.

“I…Thora…..kill me……pl..ease…take….me…”

He says the last words and slides down the wall when I rush towards him and held him.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes closing as he struggled to remain conscious.

“Dad?”

I say , to only see him looking at me with a sad smile on his lips. Placing his head in my lap, I look around to find the first aid box.

When his words made me look at him with more tears falling down his eyes.

“You….you look just like her….”

“Hold on. I got you. You gotta be fine”

I say , trying to stop his b***d. But it was flowing like a river. Damn ! This man is definitely suicidal.

He doesn’t say anything. Continuing to look at me with a look of longing.

“Forgive me….I couldn’t…. give you the love…of a father…”

His eyes start closing. And I shake his frame. My hands sweating in anxiousness.

“Hey. Dad? Get up.”

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“I…rea…lly….loved her…”

Was all he said. Loosing consciousness. And my hands go still.

Sh**!

What am I going to do now? How will I save him.?

Looking around in helplessness. I just gulp.

Oh moon goddess , please help.