Transmigrated: The Lycan King’s Pet

I gazed into the distance with new hope. I turned to White, my eyes rimmed with tears. "Thank you for the advice, White."

"It was a pleasure princess. When things get hard, remember to learn to flow with the wind." It flew up in the sky, dancing along the wind. "Just like I'm doing now."

I nodded my head. "I'll remember your words."

"Princess, I'll be leaving now. Farewell. And beware of that beast." It said before flying away.

"Farewell," I muttered under my breath. I closed my eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

'Maybe this is how it is meant to be. I have always wanted to explore the world… Maybe this is fate.'

The word 'fate' resonated in my head like an echo. 'If it is fate, what could my fate be?'

I wrapped my arms across my chest. 'I need to start preparing.'

I walked back into the room. The crash of objects hitting the floor made me freeze.

I stood frozen like a statue. 'Is this my room?' My eyes nearly bulged out, seeing the mess in my room.

My clothes were thrown across the floor, my jewelries, shoes, coats, and boxes.

My blood boiled, but before I could say anything, the sound of claws scratching wood caught my attention.

I walked around the mess, arriving on the other side of the room. My lips parted in shock.

White was pawing at a small dark brown carved box he had pulled out of the wall. I was stupefied because I never knew there was a hidden compartment in my room.

My frown deepened as I realized the box was the exact one my mother warned me never to touch. But she ended up hiding it away.

'How did he find it?' My palms turned clammy.

White ripped the cover off, his eyes fixated on whatever was inside. He looked sad and a glint of guilt and pain flickered through his eyes.

Hesitantly, he reached slowly for the object in the box as if he could not believe his eyes. His paws trembled slightly, bringing out the object.

A black bracelet.

My chest tightened.

I had never seen it before. I was sure of it. And yet… I couldn't take my eyes off it. My feet moved on their own. I walked closer, slowly, as if pulled toward it.

"What are you doing?" My voice came out lower than I expected.

White looked up at me calmly, his eyes locked on mine like he had been expecting this moment.

He looked hopeful, as if he was expecting something to happen.

He just stood completely still with the bracelet balanced in his mouth.

He walked to me, seeing him coming closer and the way his eyes fixated on me like I was the only being that mattered to him made my throat dry.

He dropped the bracelet into my palm.

The moment it touched my skin, a chill ran up my arm down to my spine.

It was cold. Unfamiliar. But… familiar?

I rubbed my thumb across it. The surface was smooth but looked old, like it had been used before. I didn't understand why my eyes stung or why I suddenly felt short of breath.

"What… is this?" I whispered.

No answer came, of course. Just the soft sound of White stepping back. His gaze lingered on me, intense like he was expecting something to happen.

I looked down again, and that same strange ache returned to my chest.h

"I've never seen this before…" I murmured. "So why does it feel like… mine?"

My fingers closed around it slowly. My mother had told me never to open that box. But why would she hide something like this from me? Why would she keep it buried?… unless it was never meant to be found?

White sat a few steps from me, fixating his eyes on me… 'but did he look so sad and guilty? And why does he look like I'm his salvation…like I was the only one that mattered to him.'

My chest tightened like a mountain was crushing me. "Where did you find this?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. He found it in the box. But I wasn't really asking where… I was asking how.

My breath turned heavy and the floor tilted slightly. Then, an image of the black bracelet being placed on my hand flickered through my head.

I fell to my knees, and my hands flew to my head. I felt pain, and raw horror… fear of being burned but it never came, only the chill from the metal welcomed me.

I gasped for air, my hand tightened around the bracelet. I felt like my head was being ripped apart.

"This is my brand." The distorted voice of a man echoed in my head.

I whimpered, my breath turned into a ragged mess, and my heart hurt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles.

My hands flew to the floor, and my finger scratched it in desperation. It was like I was stuck in a circle, I could remember more than that and I could not stop the image from repeating itself.

A blood-chilling scream tore from my throat, and everything went blank.

…..

(Damon/White POV)

"Get a hold of yourself, it is just a butterfly," I said to Beowulf, as he strode back into the room.

"That little thing just called us a beast, and I bet it is trying to make us look bad in front of Ember." He huffed before lying on the bed.

I sighed. "Is that a lie? If she has her memories, do you think she will be smiling at us?" My voice lowered.

"No she wouldn't. That is why we need to win her heart before she remembers."

"I wish she would recover her memories, I know it is a disadvantage to us. I want the real her even if I have to be hated by her. I miss her."

Beowulf lowered his ears, his eyes welled with tears.