The Love of a Lycan Chapter 513 – HE IS DYING

Kace had turned into his beast, the white Lycan, but he had no power over it. This almost felt like Kace was an onlooker who was watching the beast howling to the dark night.

The white beast’s howl continued and it sounded very disturbing, as if the beast was calling for someone, as if the beast was asking for help.

Maybe the candlemaiden was right, even Kace could feel the distress in its outcry. After all, the beast was being suppressed for such a long time by its own owner.

But to whom was he asking for help?

As an onlooker, Kace was standing right beside the white Lycan, he looked at his surroundings and realized he didn’t know this place, he had never been in a place like this before.

Kace felt the tranquility of this place, as if the velvety grass, vivid flowers and a single tree behind him were breathing, alive.

This was a beautiful courtyard with torch- lit surrounded him. The source of the light aside from the moon above and his beast kept howling into something that he couldn’t see.

Kace was startled when he heard a familiar voice that he loved. She called his name…

“Kace?”

Hope appeared out of nowhere and stood a few meters away from the white lycan while Kace could only stared at her beauty, captivated by the way she moved and the bewilderment in her eyes.

Hope knew his beast, thus she knew it was him. However, she couldn’t see the man, who was standing next to the white lycan as her eyes focused on the other part of him. His soul. His spirit. His beast…

“Kace, is that you?” Hope took a few steps closer when she heard the beast whimper and lower its head, even Kace was flabbergasted by the way his beast acted in front of their mate.

The confusion in Hope’s eyes vanished, upon seeing her surrounding, the moment she caught a sight of Kace’s beast.

Apparently this little mate of his was also surprised with this place, this also left a question for Kace; how she could get here?

This place was not Northern Coven realm and this wasn’t a human realm as well.

When Hope was close enough to the beast, she stretched out her hands to pat its head and the beast responded by nudging her hand, encouraged her to do more while wagging its bushy tail.

On the other hand, Kace smiled bitterly. His beast almost like a lap dog…

But then, the tranquility in Riane’s eyes shifted as she watched in horror the four lines gashes on the beast’s back. Definitely the same wounds that Kace had.

She was petrified, after all the ugly wounds looked very obtrusive against the beast soft white fur.

“What happened? You said, you will take care of the wound?” her voice was barely a whisper and her eyes started brimming with tears.

“I do, I am taking care of my wounds, but I don’t know why I end up here.” Kace couldn’t see the sadness in Hope’s eyes, her fear for him. “How can you be here?”

Kace stretched out his hand, was about to pull Hope into his embrace, yet he couldn’t touch her, as if he was made of smoke, his hand passed through her body.

Not only that, Kace just realized that Hope was not able to see or hear him.

“What the hell?!” Kace cursed under his breath, looking at his own hands, but there was nothing strange about them.

However, why he couldn’t touch her?!

At this point, Kace was not aware that both of them were in different dimension. This place was not exist.

Kace’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, trying to comprehend this whole situation and then he came into a conclusion that all of this had something to do with the candlemaiden and the candle that she had lit before Kace was here.

Since he could only watch his beast was interacting with Hope, Kace could only wish there was nothing bad would happen, as if the beast went feral or something…

Thus, when Hope was trying to touch its wounds and the beast growled, Kace was terrified.

“No! Step back Hope! Don’t come closer! Don’t touch him!�� Kace made a futile effort to warn Hope when the latter didn’t even seem to notice his existence there.

The beast could bite off Hope’s head within second, killing her as easy as breathing, just like what it had done centuries ago. A killing machine, a bloodthirsty beast.

Kace could only relax a little bit when, apparently, the beast recognized their mate and, just like Kace, he didn’t want to hurt her. This understanding was enough to put him at ease.

However, all of sudden, everything around them turned into thousands of flickering light. Those lights floated in the air and upon closer looked, one could see that was a sea of fireflies…

The scenery was so breathtakingly beautiful, this was almost like the moment when Kace was in the land of the dead.

The fireflies flew in the air before they were taken care by the wind that blew them away to the night sky.

Small gasp, which escaped Hope’s lips, telling Kace there was more happening and when he turned around to look, he witnessed how the white beast joined the light as it turned into fireflies itself.

What was happening?!

The beast closed its eyes and let out the last whimper, and just smoke, its image turned blurry…

It wasn’t only Hope, who didn’t believe by what she was seeing, even Kace couldn’t comprehend what the meaning of this.

Kace blinked his eyes and everything was gone and now he was back to the old shop, standing in front of the old candlemaiden.

“What was that?” His question was coming out very hoarse.

“Your beast is dying,” Christal said in her deep voice. “You don’t even trust your own beast.”

“What?” Kace took a step back.

“Your beast is asking for help to your mate.”