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It was a lie, but he hoped she wouldn't call him out on it. It's not alright, today. Nothing will be alright tomorrow.

Let's all hope it will be alright again. Someday.

Everywhere was quiet. Too quiet.

Ismena rolled over on the bed and curled herself into a ball again. It's been an hour since Wolfaraine had gently placed her on the bed in her room before disappearing through the door. Whether he went to his own bedroom or not, Ismena had no idea.

It was just a week ago that Mirian interrupted their love session, crying and bringing the news of her father being in the hospital. It's only been a week again since they'd hurried out of Naturiah to the human world. But, it felt like years ago.

A lot has happened since that time.

A lot was found out during that time.

A lot has changed.

She felt like a huge rock had grown in her chest, her heart was that heavy. Tears threatened her eyes and she blinked hard to keep them at bay, it's been like that for long minutes now, and she seemed to be losing that battle.

Finally, her nightmares made sense to her. Her blank memories of when she was eight have been remedied. Thankfully, the memories weren't that clear because a lot of time has passed, but it wasn't a blank slate anymore.

And, her father...

Her vision blurred so much, that she couldn't see a thing anymore. Memories of her and her father going up was like a movie, playing itself in her head.

He'd taught her everything she needed to know growing up. He was there for her, always so protective. Always such a good father. She loves her father with all her heart.

But, now he's dead.

She was the one with a heart condition that couldn't be medically cured, but he is the one that's dead.

She was the one given only three months to live, but he is the one who is dead.

It hurts. It hurts badly.

She lost the battle and screamed.

Another loud scream filled with pain and agony tore from her lips.

CHAPTER 40. FIFTY SHADES OF PAIN.

Wolfaraine looked defeated.

He was exhausted and drained. But he couldn't sleep. It does not surprise him that sleep eluded him.

Seated on the edge of the bed freshly showered—he should be feeling cool, warm, but he felt hot. His otherhalves were so restless and edgy inside him, they weren't helping his situation.

The King-Wolf lunged forward, scratching his chest, baring its teeth before howling in rage, the deep sorrow emitting from their mate was making the wolf go berserk. But, the King-Cougar was in rage for a whole different reason.

It roared loudly inside him, humping around like a cornered lion, its claws out eager to draw blood and eat flesh. For the past six days, the cougar has been so bloody angry that it wasn't able to kill the human that hurt them and because of that, it had taken to harming him, scratching him up.

Wolfaraine could not feel the pain. There are other pains that measure twelve times higher in comparison.

He took a deep breath. There was no willpower or strength to try taming his otherhalves so he did not bother. Here in his bedroom, away from any eyes and finally alone, he could allow himself to feel everything. To give in.

Finally, he understood why the wolf was instantly taken by her after he'd found out that she was their mate. The Wolf, a part of him with so much hatred for humans like the cougar, was so quick to accept her as theirs, leaving the cougar alone in its rage and abhorrence for humans.

His fingers played with the Ring in his hand. The gold-colored jewelry glowed. This ring is the only sunshine in a ball of darkness.

When Alphose gave him the news about the ring he'd been skeptical, but his cynicism disappeared when he went to the exact place Alfred said it would be and found the gold-colored glistening jewelry staring right at him.