Page 72 of Destined to the Lycan
The disappointed look she gave me struck me hard. She knew exactly what I was doing, but I wasn’t ready. I would never be ready for this…
“Amara will be reborn as your perfect mate, of course,” she replied with a hint of irritation. “She’s your Twin Flame. It is natural that you should bring her back from death.”
“…bring her back from death…”
I felt myself pale as those words replayed in my mind. For some stupid reason, I’d assumed that the Weaver would teach me some sort of ritual that would enhance my regeneration abilities, and that my bite would kick her heart back into action. But there was only one way for one such as I to bring back someone from death.
“You want my werewolf to bite her?!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.
Unfazed, she gave me an almost bored expression. “It’s the only way.”
“Amara will be cursed! What the hell kind of life would that be for her?! I will never do this to my mate!” I shouted.
The Weaver waved a dismissive hand. “She will not be cursed. Sit down, and I will explain.”
“But—”
“Sit down, Remus. You’re wasting my time… and my patience,” Cliona said sternly, before casting a meaningful glance at the chair.
I let myself drop back into my chair, back painfully stiff with tension as I tried to make sense of her words. How could Amara not be cursed? A werewolf’s bite was unforgiving.
“Amarah will not be cursed because you will turn her with love,” the Weaver explained in that annoyingly slow and over articulated fashion one did with a particularly difficult child.
“But still with a curse!” I challenged.
She shook her head. “The werewolf curse is merely a poison in your veins. A virus if you like. Just like it did with the poison that was killing your mate, Ranael’s venom will attack the virus that makes your werewolf rabid whenever the moon rises. Those toxins will fight and neutralize each other but kill her at the same time.”
“But if they neutralize each other, how will Amara be reborn?” I argued.
“The venom will only attack the werewolf virus. It will not touch the regeneration part of it. The metamorphosis causes the host’s body to create the right antibodies. As she turns, she will produce antibodies that will make her immune to both the werewolf’s rage virus, and Ranael’s poison.”
I absentmindedly nodded at her words. Not being overly versed in medical sciences, I couldn’t really challenge what she said. Based on what vague understanding I had of it all, her statements seemed plausible.
“And once you bond with her, you will exchange fluids,” the Weaver continued. “Your bite will not affect her, but hers will cure you of the full moon rage and cleanse your blood of Ranael’s poison. You will still be able to inject it through your fangs, but it will now be deliberate and by choice, no longer by accident.”
I stared at her in shock, robbed of words. Strangely, instead of feeling elated by her words, an irrational anger surged through me.
“You knew all along how to cure me. And yet, you let me spend years in misery. Why wouldn’t you see me all these times I came calling at your gates?” I demanded.
She shrugged. “Beyond the fact that I do notoweyou my assistance, it also wasn’t the right time. Your Flame wasn’t sick yet.”
“Surely, there has been someone else with—”
“No. It wouldn’t work with any other as you wouldn’t be in love with them,” she said, interrupting me.
“Why does that even matter?” I countered.
“Because you must bite her at the height of your rage during the full moon.”
My blood turned to ice. While I had realized she wanted me to bite her as a werewolf, I assumed it would be as close as possible to the full moon, but not at its height when I was a mindless beast.
“You can’t be serious?! I will have no control at that moment. I will kill her!” I shouted.
“That’s the whole point, you silly boy,” the Weaver retorted, looking at me as if she was starting to question my intelligence. “You must simply refrain from killing her in a way where herbody is so mutilated that no regeneration would be possible, causing her permanent death.”
“How will that even be possible!” I exclaimed. “The entire reason why I lock myself up in a cage with powerful wards is specifically because at the height of the full moon I have absolutely no control. I’m feral, a mindless beast with an all-consuming bloodlust. Iwillpermanently kill her.”
“You won’t if you love her enough,” Cliona replied dismissively. “It’s the only way at this point.”
