The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

I had no idea what happened that night. But I got to thank my motherly sense because of it.

Demian was only a few weeks old. It was one of those rare nights when he was sleeping and not crying. I felt it was a blessing. Dion was sleeping as well in his crib. Both of the cribs were in our bedroom. It was a little crowded and we had no privacy.

Well, it was not like we needed privacy anyway. I was still healing and I hated to hug as well. Every kind of intimate physical contact felt awful. I liked it when Dem massaged my body though. His hands were just perfect to do it.

That night, Dem had fallen asleep soon because he was very tired, from all the meetings, since I could not help at all. He liked to take care of all the work himself because he trusted no one. I could not blame him. I liked to do the same.

I took a quick bath as I smelt like pee and vomit maybe. I did not dare to get too happy after getting some time for myself since Demian or Dion could wake up anytime. It would be a bigger problem if Demian woke up. He just never stopped crying. Dion at least did not cry at all usually. He just liked to cling to me.

I needed to literally carry two babies most of the time. Dion was kind of a big baby despite his age. Dem always said it looked like I had some kind of hidden physical strength.

I tiptoed to the bedroom and without bothering to dry my hair, lay down beside Dem. Even in his sleep, Dem sensed me and hugged me tightly. I used to like it very much. But these days, honestly, I just wanted some distance and peace. Although I did not like it very much at this moment, I did not pull out of the hug. It made me feel guilty.

I loved him very much, but I was just not in the mood to hug or anything. Oddly, I felt the need to explain myself. The guilt was just that bad.

Maybe it was around midnight when I felt something. I was not sure what. But the feeling was familiar.

After all, it was the same feeling I got when I recognized the dark mage who faked my husband's looks.

I jumped up and I was not even sure what I was doing, but I shot fire through my fingers ahead of me, right over Demian's crib. There was a scream. I heard a slash in the air and another scream. Dem was not in bed. He was right on the other side of the bed with his sword flashing. I could not see much. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

I felt blind. But I knew what to do.

I clasped my palms together with a loud clap and thunder erupted from the window, right at a cloaked figure near Demian's crib. The kids woke up and got scared. It was very apparent from their loud cries.

'Let me out. I know how to deal with it better than you do. Let me out,' a hissing voice inside me chanted. 'Let me out. Let me out. Quick.

Make haste and let me out. Let me out, Blue.'

I was afraid. Of myself. Of the thing inside me. I feared I would not be able to get my real self back if I let it out.

'I am you. You know that. So, let me out. You will see what I can do, what we can do.'

So I did. I felt myself tearing apart, but just for a moment. In the next moment, I felt myself more composed than ever. My sense was sharper than it ever had been. I could see better, even in the dark, just like a cat. I did not know how a cat saw in the dark.

But maybe it must be how I was seeing now.

I felt a growing hunger inside me. There were cries of kids. But I could tend to them later. They would not die if they cried for a while. They would, if I did not take care of those little shits in front of me.

I jumped, who knew from where, and landed on a dark mage's shoulder. I ripped his head off with my sharp claws. Hot blood splattered on my face. But I did not stop. The next one was a little hard since he was wielding a knife of some sort. I was pretty sure it was dipped in poison.

But really, what effect poison would have on the most poisonous snake of all?

I easily backed away from the blood with the tip of it almost slashing my abdomen. I hit him hard between his leg with my knees and when he bent a little, I bit on his neck and most possibly tore a lump of flesh.

I heard slash after slash a little far away in the room. It must be someone helping me. But who was in the room with me again? Where was I in the first place? Why was I killing them?

Well, whatever. I did not need any reason of any sort. I was killing because I wanted to kill. I was hungry for blood.

And suddenly, it stopped. All the voices around me went silent, except for the crying of the kids.

The night was long. I could go out and kill some more. I could drench myself head to toe with blood. It would be like performing some sort of ritual.

Was it so bad that I wanted it? It was like wanting to have some food. The craving was real and firm.

"Blue."

I hissed and turned my head abruptly.

"It's me. Come here, my love. It's okay. You have got rid of the danger. Come back to me now."

'No. I don't want to come back. I want to ruin. Wreak havoc. That's what I want to do. The only thing I want to do.'