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"If her soul is gone, then retrieve it!"
"Are you fucking insane? I don't have the magical power to retrieve her soul!"
"If I can do it, you surely can," he huffed.
My eyes widened at his words and I stared back at Willow. "Now I understand why that cunt bitch of a queen wants you dead so bad."
He took another step forward and suddenly knelt down. He was going to touch her, but I growled in warning. He met my eyes that glared daggers in return, but he wasn't afraid of me in the slightest.
"If you want her back, I need to touch her," he emphasized as his eye narrowed.
"You're the reason she's dead," I snarled.
"I won't deny that," he actually admitted. "But I'll be the same reason she has a chance at life."
"What are you plotting?"
He paused with his hand over her chest, just above her cleavage.
"I'm plotting redemption," he whispered quietly to himself before he closed his eye. "I can only do this once and I'll be incapable of moving with this ability in full effect," he announced.
When he opened his eye once more, I noticed it was pitch black and the ring was now silver instead of gold. "I'm a Reaper Wolf of the Shadows. Do you know what type of wolf that is?"
My eyes widened at the mere mention of reaper, and he gave a slight smirk that made his eye twinkle with a glimmer of hope.
"Your reaction concludes that I don't need to explain until afterward," he began. "Again, I can only do this once, and I'll be completely immobile. That means it’s up to you to face who arrives and you'll have to convince them to bring Sweets back."
"Sweets." The look I gave him made him mutter an insult before he placed his hand upon Willow's chest.
“The moment I do this, that bitch will know I've been freed. The moment you return, you take her and run. I'll face fate on my own."
It was heroic of him, even though he was the culprit of this catastrophe, but I couldn't discount his efforts. I'd studied every type of endangered wolf, and reaper wolves we the only ones who could tamper with bringing back a soul into the body with the long-term intention of them living again.
I gave him a slight nod.
I'm going to retrieve Willow's soul. If I don't come back...make sure you protect her body and give her the burial she deserves.
I expressed myself purposely throughout the pack bond and then shut it down so they knew I meant what I was about to do. There was no more time for potential negotiations or delays.
"Let the clock begin to tick," the man declared. "I, Loki of Shadow Yang Pack, call upon the doors of life and death to open. Reveal who can retrieve the soul of thy princess, Willow Alundra Phoenix."
How does he know her true name?
There was no way of asking because the world suddenly grew dark and cold while a thick mist rushed in until we were surrounded by it. The creatures still waiting in the distance howled in defiance, but my attention was drawn to Loki as his other eye suddenly opened. It was pure white.
It was similar to Neo's eyes of white with red circles, only this man's iris held a black magic circle that blazed with gold and triggered the beam of light that shot down from the sky and struck us.
I expected to feel pain, but all I could feel was warmth as my senses were wiped out and I felt like I wasn't in my body anymore.
I now stood in a white space and caught onto the approaching footsteps. I braced myself to attack this person if necessary while mentally reminding myself of my objective: to retrieve Willow's soul.
"I didn't think my last duty in this realm of life would be to aid my son during troubled times.”
My eyes widened as my jaw dropped at the sight of my father - his tall figure emerging from the light. He had his hands behind his back, a common trait of his that he learned long before my creation.
His silver hair was tied back, and he wore a traditional gown for warlocks that held various incantations in gold writing while the cloth was silver with hints of shimmering white. He smiled brilliantly, the complete opposite of me, but I still couldn't deny how similar I looked to him.
I always wished to see him again, especially after the loss of Mother, but never did I expect us to meet in this way.
