Chapter: 60

How is this possible?

A werewolf only has one mate in its life!

“The witch killed her before my eyes”

Oh my G*d…

It is said that a werewolf will die after losing its mate, not immediately but years later.

– Flashback

“ROLF!” A girl I’ve known since childhood called me out in the field while I was training with the royal warriors with a big smile and ran towards me.

“Pearl, what are you doing here?” I asked and walked towards her.

She giggled “I insisted on following my father who had things to discuss with the king” She replied and I nodded before informing the warriors to take a break and then walking with my little friend to the garden. “You know the war is about to start, but my father has good support from witches who are willing to help us. You know because my mother is a witch so they try to believe in the werewolf king” He began to tell the story with an excited tone as if it was a big deal.

Witches are not to be trusted, it is said that the black magic they started using makes them crazier than even the rogues.

However, if there is support from the mother, I don’t know if that’s something that can be done.

Pearl Collins is 18 years old, a little girl I’ve considered a sister since I was introduced to her 12 years ago when she was 6 years old, a round-cheeked red-cheeked little girl who is very cute.

I, who was 15 years older than her, continued to accompany her until she found her mate and hoped that whoever that man was would treat her like a queen.

But wars in various regions prevented both of us from finding our mates, thinking that they were in other regions.

so that we neighbors only had each other as companions.

She was the only little girl who was never afraid of me.

Yet I didn’t see that she saw me as anything more than an older brother. A meeting between the Alphas was held the following week, discussing the alliance with the witches who were thought to be helpful in resolving the war.

But many Alphas disagreed with the king and started another war instead.

And to make matters worse, the witches started going crazy as a result of trying black magic to make themselves stronger.

I was in New Zealand when I found her. She was one of the people who survived the madness of the black witch and managed to kill her. Yes, she was a warrior there and I was proud to call her my mate.

Catherine Lloyd.

“Who is she?!” Pearl shouted as I brought Catherine back to the palace and introduced her as my fated mate.

“Pearl, she’s Catherine, my mat…”

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH…!!!” She cut off my words with a scream and for the first time I saw something different in her.

“What’s wrong with you?”