Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 65: Her Other Half

"I know everything... but I won’t remember for long," Zara said, her voice carrying a weight that made both kings freeze.

Denzal and Devonte exchanged a glance, confusion flickering in their eyes. Her words didn’t make sense—how could she know everything yet not remember?

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Zara let out a slow sigh. She looked at them, her gaze steady, yet distant, as if she were already slipping away from the moment.

"King Denzal. King Devonte." Her voice was calm but firm. "This is not the time to dig up the past. Right now, we have a battle to fight—a kingdom to protect. Survive this war first. After that, everything will become clear."

She didn’t wait for a response. Turning on her heel, she walked away, her silhouette disappearing into the war-torn halls of the castle.

Denzal and Devonte stood in silence, watching her retreating figure. A deep sigh escaped them both. No matter how much they tried to understand, they were still trapped in the same dilemma—a maze of half-truths and missing answers.

But one thing was certain.

Zara was right.

The past could wait. The war could not.

With that, the two kings steeled their resolve, splitting in opposite directions to lead their troops into battle.

•••

The battlefield grew more chaotic with each passing second. Blood stained the earth, and the relentless clashes of swords and claws echoed across the war-torn land. The once-thriving kingdom had become a near-cemetery, bodies of warriors and beasts alike piling upon the ruined ground.

Monstrous howls filled the air, turning the city into a nightmarish vision of hell itself. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of death, the sky burning red with the reflection of fire and destruction.

At the heart of the battlefield, Maldrak moved with a singular purpose. to breach the Great Wall. His steps were slow but deliberate, his lips curling into a twisted grin of anticipation.

But the underground spirits stood in his way, their ancient forms blocking the path with unwavering defiance. Maldrak’s grin faltered, his amusement turning into seething rage.

With a guttural growl, he unsheathed his blade and slashed through the spectral creatures, their ghastly wails piercing the night. One by one, they fell, dissolving into the mist. But still, more emerged, determined to stop his advance.

"This won’t last forever, Sera!" he roared, his voice thunderous, shaking the very pillars of the kingdom. "Give up already! Let me in!"

His voice carried across the city, a chilling promise of destruction.

Inside the gates, the civilians trembled in terror. Mothers clutched their children, warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, and even the strongest among them felt the weight of impending doom.

The evacuation continued in haste. Families were ushered toward the river, their footsteps frantic as they fled. Even the prisoners, long locked away, were released in a chaos, escaping in the unknown, their breaths shallow with fear. Everyone knows it. The gate won’t hold much longer. He won’t stop until he gets inside.

•••

Inside the castle, Denzal and Devonte fastened the last pieces of their armor, their movements swift yet precise. The weight of responsibility pressed upon them, but their resolve remained unshaken.

The attack had come suddenly. too suddenly. There was no time for advanced strategies, no room for hesitation. Only action.

They turned to face each other, their gazes locking. In that silent moment, they shared an unspoken understanding. Determination.

Without a word, they clenched their fists and vowed in unison.

"We have to win. no matter what. Saving our mate and our kingdom is our first priority."

The words were not just a promise but an unbreakable oath.

With that, they dashed out of the castle, their capes billowing behind them. Outside, the battlefield awaited, a storm of chaos and bloodshed.

•••

The great hall was sealed shut. No one could enter. No one could interfere.

Zara stood at the center, surrounded by the polished stone tiles that reflected her image like a mirror. She was searching. Or perhaps, she was calling.

A flicker of movement caught her attention.

"I know you’re here," she said, her voice steady, commanding. "I need you. Come out."

But silence was her only response.

Letting out a slow sigh, she closed her eyes and whispered an incantation. A spell.

Instantly, a wave of frost spread through the hall, freezing everything in place. The air grew deathly still. so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.

Then, from the far corner of the room, came a low, guttural growl.

Zara’s eyes snapped open, sharp and piercing.

"Come out, Selene," she called again, this time softer, yet no less firm. "We need you."

A flicker of fire ignited within the frozen room. At first, it was a mere ember, glowing defiantly in the cold. But then. it grew. The ember turned into flames, the flames into a roaring inferno. The fire twisted and stretched, shifting until it formed a woman.

A burning woman.

Her eyes glowed like molten gold, her body radiating heat so intense that cracks formed along the frozen floor. When her face became clear... it’s hers.

It was Zara.

No. not Zara.

Her reflection.

But different. Darker. Wilder.

More dangerous.

The air between them burned with unspoken fury.

"I don’t want to help you," Selene spat, her voice crackling with barely restrained rage. "I don’t want to do anything. Let this kingdom burn. Let it be buried beneath the ground."

Each word dripped with centuries of resentment. Of pain. Of betrayal.

Zara sighed, stepping forward cautiously.

But Selene stepped back.

"Selene," Zara’s voice was steady, yet unyielding. "You don’t get to decide. You will obey me. I am your master. You were my Wolf!"

The moment those words left her lips..

Something changed.

It was no longer Zara standing in the frozen hall.

It was Seraphina.

And Selene knew it.

A deep, menacing growl rumbled from the flaming wolf spirit. Her fiery aura flared, melting the ice walls around them.

Seraphina did not flinch. She only watched with something close to amusement—no, pride.

"Yes, I am your wolf," Selene snarled, her voice a blend of fire and fury. "Your spiritual wolf. Your other half. The part of you that you abandoned. For them."

Her eyes burned brighter, her rage consuming the room.

"You left me to die for those disloyal creatures. You gave up your own soul for them. And now, you expect me to save them?"

The flames around her flared higher, the frozen walls cracking, melting into rivulets of steaming water.

"No. Never."

The past had come back. And this time, it was ready to burn everything to the ground. Otherwise she would make sure it does.

Seraphina stood unmoved, her gaze locked onto Selene’s furious form. Flames roared. The ice had long since melted, and the once-frozen hall was now consumed by scorching heat. Yet.

It did nothing to her.

Seraphina remained untouched. Unshaken.

"And you know..." she spoke, her voice quiet yet resolute. "I would do anything to save them."

Her golden eyes darkened, sharpening with a dangerous glint.

"Don’t make me do something you’ll regret."

Selene’s rage erupted. She threw her head back and roared, a sound so raw and powerful it shook the very foundation of the castle. Her body flared brighter, her flames twisting into furious waves.

The fire spread, crawling up the stone walls, licking at the ceiling. But Seraphina stood in its center. calm, unaffected, watching with that same dead gaze.

"Why?" Selene’s voice cracked, her rage fraying into something desperate. "Why are you still protecting them?!"

She took a step forward, her burning presence turning the floor to ash.

"After everything they’ve done?" Her voice rose, trembling with agony. "After the centuries of suffering?"

Her fire dimmed just a little, as if weighed down by something heavy.

"Why?"

The hall trembled with the force of her scream, but Seraphina did not answer. She only stared.

Cold. Silent. Unreadable.

Selene’s breathing was ragged, her flames flickering erratically, struggling between rage and sorrow.

"Those bastards." Her voice was lower now, dripping with venom. "The Knight Clan."

She spat the name like poison.

"They killed you. They killed us! They are the reason we were forced to wander as nothing but cursed spirits!"

Selene’s flames twisted violently as tears..real, burning tears fell from her firelit eyes.

"They lived in luxury while we suffered through a millennium of torment! And now, finally. finally our suffering will be paid in blood."

She lifted her fiery hands, as if reaching for something unseen.

"Maldrak."

The name rolled off her tongue like a prophecy.

"He will finish them. He will make them pay. They will pay for their betrayal."

Selene’s voice cracked, raw and filled with something deeper than rage. pain.

Her glowing eyes met Seraphina’s once more.

"Then why?" Her voice was barely a whisper now, trembling. "Why are you still trying to save them?"

"Let them die, Sera."

A single tear of flame slid down her cheek.

"Let them die."

Silence.

Seraphina, who had remained as still as stone, finally moved.

Slowly, she stepped forward. Her expression. so unreadable before—shifted. The cold detachment in her eyes softened into something else.

Something deeper.

Not command.

Not authority.

Something more powerful.

Something Selene had not seen in centuries.

Seraphina reached out.And for the first time. Selene didn’t step back.

"There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Selene. If you know the whole truth, You won’t utter these words."

Seraphina told her with a hint of pain in her voice. Then her next words echoed through the entire walls.

"We must save them, Selene. Otherwise we will die once again."