Chapter 59: Beginning Of Trial Of Fate

The black wolf wandered aimlessly in the endless dark void, continuously howling even when no answer came. The longer the wolf wandered, the deeper it sank into the dark void. However, the distraught creature was too lost in its sorrow and pain to realize its predicament.

A long time passed and the darkness was no longer just caging the beast now. It was stretching its tentacles onto its frail figure, its dark claws stealthily wrapping around its limbs.

Soon enough, the black wolf was wrapped into a black cocoon, motionless and lifeless in the empty void. The wandering vacant eyes were the only proof of its vitality.

"Versailles..." The soft whisper drifted continuously, swallowed into the endless emptiness.

A few moments later, the wolf's form went limp, its dark eyelids drooping.

"Kekekeke...I will finally get him!"

Just at the instant, the black cocoon rose into the air, the drooping eyes of the black wolf suddenly sprang open, faint bright light shining within their depths.

"NO!"

"Versailles!" The wolf howled, exploding with sudden might and power. The dark tentacles were snapped apart, falling weakly to the black ground, before dispersing into black smoke. The disappearance of the tentacles were followed by the cracking of the endless void.

"No, no, no, no, no! This cannot happen! It is impossible! I made sure of it!"

"Versailles!" The black wolf howled even louder, the powerful soundwaves causing the cracking void to violently tremble.

Soon enough, the dark void shattered, and the wolf sprang into the beckoning light.

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Ramose woke with a start, his weak figure trembling slightly from lack of use and exhaustion. His head spun, his thoughts centered on one individual.

It was 'Versailles! I felt her!'

He roared in his mind, his dark eyes swiftly sweeping his surroundings, in search of the figure he desired to see.

He felt like he had been on a long journey, wandering endlessly in the pit of darkness. Just when he was on the verge of losing the difficult battle, blissful warmth spread from his soul, filling his heart, and clearing his clouded mind.

Only his soulmate could have such an effect on him and no one else!

"Where is Versailles?" He asked loudly, his hoarse voice resounding in the quiet room.

Ouyang, who was sitting by the bed, suddenly startled awake at the sound of the weak yet familiar voice. Slowly raising his head, he stared in a daze at the black wolf looking inquiringly at him.

Uncontrollable tears flowed down his dark cheeks, his eyes overflowing with emotions.

"Mose, you are finally awake. You are finally awake." He repeated in distress, his voice cracking as he breathed in relief, sagging tiredly into his chair.

Only he himself knew how tormenting the past few days had been. Every warm morning and every ice night was filled with fear and trepidation. Fear of his little black wolf not waking up. Fear of losing him forever.

Even though it was difficult to kill the wolves with their strong regenerative abilities, it was an easy matter for them to shatter from the loss of their mates. Some turned mad, while others followed in their mates' steps, following them into their death.

Adding in the fact that no one in the Werewolf clan or Snake clan knew where the wolf king's mate was, and the old Master Ouyang came this close to losing his senses.

As such, he was neither able to sleep peacefully nor rest and eat comfortably, making the bedside of the wolf king his home. Tired and drained from the long restless hours, his eyes finally snapped close without his control.

At last, his heartfelt wish was granted by their ancestors, returning his little black wolf back to him.

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Before he could fully relax, however, the deep voice sounded again, asking a question he would much rather not answer.

"Where is Versailles?" Ramose anxiously asked again after failing to receive any response from Master Ouyang.

He needed to know where his mate was. Only when she was standing right in front of him, safe and sound, would he be able to relax and let his hanging heart down.

"Wolf King, you are finally awake?" Before Ouyang could answer, the deep, surprised voice of Olsen rang out in the room.

Rushing over, Olsen looked Ramose up and down, before kneeling on his knees, his hands reached out in front of him.

"Wolf King, I was not able to protect you well. Please, punish me for my incompetence!" He cried out, tears of shame streaming down his cheeks.

"What is there to punish you for? After all, how you could have possibly guarded against an unexpected attack on my mate that would immediately affect me so severely? Moreover, Versailles and I left together, leaving the wolf pack's protection behind. This has nothing to do with you and neither is there a reason for me to punish you. Now, stand up and tell me, where is Versailles?" Ramose repeated for the third time.

Even though he would have loved to catch up with his clan and reassure them of his good health, he was not in the mood nor mindset to focus on any matter aside from his mate.

He dearly and desperately wished to see her.

"That....King, we do not know where serpentine Versailles is?" Olsen hesitantly replied, his voice filled with worry.

"We sent our best scouts to search for her while you were unconscious. However, no matter how far and wide they looked, they were not able to find a single trace of her. I do not know if she is still...."

"Enough! No need to say anymore. Versailles is alive. That I am completely certain of because I felt her presence while I was unconscious. In fact, it is because of her that I am awake right now." Ramose cut the werewolf off before he could finish his sentence.

He did not need to hear him complete his sentence to know what he was going to say. However, whatever he was going to say was needless, because he knew that his mate was out there somewhere. She just needed searching.

"Because of her? But how is that possible? You were in such a terrible condition because of her. And if she was out there all along, then why did she not come to the Underworld Palace to seek you out? Why is she here only now? And even now, she is not in the Underworld Palace!" Ouyang could no longer restrain his emotions seeing Ramose asking for that mate of his the moment he woke.

If it was not because of her, would Ramose have fallen into such a dangerous situation?

And yet she, the cause of his pain and agony, was nowhere to be found when he needed her the most. She was nowhere when he was bleeding and screaming in misery. But most importantly of all, she was nowhere to be found even when they went in search of her.

What kind of mate was this? There was no way that she and Ramose were mates! Because if such were the case, it would have been impossible for her to stay away from him, whether he was on the verge of death or not.

Seeing the vehement look in the old master's eyes, Ramose frowned in displeasure.

"Master Ouyang, I appreciate your care and worry, but there is no need for you to get worked up about the matter between me and my mate. As far as she not looking for me is concerned, then you should be aware that werewolves pick up their mates and bring them home, not the other way around." Sighing deeply, Ramose's eyes flashed with pain as he thought of his mate.

"Besides, the one that has the right to be mad in this matter is her, not me. It was I who was not able to protect her well. It was also I that had ended up leaving her behind. And most of all, it was I that had failed her. Even though I do not know where she is, I know that the pain and torment she went through were ten times worse than mine. Do not forget, werewolves experience the pain of their mates. And what I was going through, was her pain. She was the one in desperate need of help. Not me." The instant Ramose finished his words, he unceremoniously jumped of the brick bed, swiftly striding out of the wide room.

Ouyang finally came to his senses after hearing Ramose's words.

What in the Nar was he thinking? How could he so easily blame the female that had not even done anything, but was in danger herself? When had he become so narrowminded?

Shameful, Ouyang lowered his head in disgrace, his face flushing in embarrassment.

No matter how much he cared for Ramose, he had no reason to blame the victim.

"I am going to look for my mate. No need to follow if you do not have the heart."

Hearing his words, Ouyang immediately transformed into a brown wolf, dashing behind his king.

It was time to right the wrong.

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