Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 21

THE MARK ONLY HURTS ON ONE!

A starless night meets a sea of b***d. An innocent and fearful look in front of a spiteful and murderous one, how can they mean each other?

Their breathing gets faster and faster, their hearts race inside their chests. Everything that was cold, seems to burn around the great black wolf, with every step Occisor takes backwards, a pain hits his neck forcing him back to his human form, Bloodstain also feels his body being forced back to his human form, the snow under his back is thawing. Looking up at her killer, she replaces a naked man, his face all flushed, she has never seen a naked man before, not with all his parts in place and not as handsome.

Unlike her, he is virile and muscular, while she is just bone and skin. With her face burning like an ember she raises her hands to cover it, but then realises that she is also naked increasing her shame even more, her shame is cut short by the loud grunt of pain released from the throat of the man kneeling in front of her. A terrifying sight for her, the fumes rising from the floor from the heat emanating from Occisor’s body.

“Why is he in so much pain?” – she wonders as she watches him.

Occisor’s neck begins to radiate a silvery light, as does the slender neck of the young woman, but unlike the male, she does not feel any pain. After a few seconds, the pain subsides and Occisor is left panting for a few more seconds kneeling on the ground. The only sound is the whistling of the wind that has turned icy again.

I can’t believe it! – Occisor mutters under his breath.

Bloodstain sits on the ground and hugs his knees, just as Guila had told them, the word “mine” screamed inside his being and shook his lupine form.

“Why goddess, why him soon? He will never love me…” – Bloodstain inwardly laments. She bows her head resting it on her arms and begins to cry, the sadness is great, she never imagined she would be the companion of an assassin…. “But isn’t that what I am? A murderer, who carries the stains of b***d…. Someone who shouldn’t exist… Is that why I am the mate of a traitor of the species?” – The tears fall thick and Occisor feels the sadness bordering on depression exhaling from her.

“That changes nothing, I’ll kill her, you wretch!” – Occisor rises determined to go all the way to the end of his killing spree. But as he approaches the young woman, his thoughts catch him by surprise.

“I… I just wanted someone who would love and accept me…. I just wanted to know happiness at least once and not be rejected again…” – Bloodstain inadvertently leaves his mind open and Occisor listens to it.

But he doesn’t care what she is feeling, even though the sadness is coming to hurt physically, and he is feeling that pain doubly because of the companions curse, all he wants is to see her dead. With a firm step, he walks a few more steps towards the young woman and turns his fingers into sharp claws.

“If only silver is capable of mortally wounding a lycanthrope’s body, why are they capable of killing themselves using their claws and teeth?” – The humans wondered, the church researchers, with the help of Mari Van Helsing, abducted and studied the body of a baby lycanthrope. The claws of lycanthropes are not like those of ordinary wolves, after birth, during the fifth month the claws cease to be soft and begin to be coated with a silver-like substance, this process lasts for a month. This silver substance does not harm the owner, however, it is even more lethal than the silver used by humans.

Occisor raises his transformed hand to plunge into his companion’s skull, however, he cannot stop halfway, his pupils dilate and tremble. A mixture of anger, fear, and hatred all at once overflows.

“I didn’t want to be rejected even more, I wanted to be loved… but all that awaits me is death…. Sorry Guila and Brunno” – he hears the young girl’s thoughts again and kneels down in front of her.

“This can’t be happening… Why can’t I kill her? Why can’t I kill her? Why doesn’t my body obey me and rip her head off at once? – Angrily he punches the ground scaring the young woman even more as she lifts her head watching him shrink into her own arms.

“He’s so close, is his hair as soft as it looks?” – To dispel this doubt, she raises her hand, but before she can touch him, Occisor brutally pushes the young woman’s hand away.

Don’t you dare touch me! – he shouts in a low tone, but Bloodstain can feel the hatred in every word.

Occisor looks up again, and now takes a closer look at the female before him. A thin woman, she looks like a malnourished patient counting down the days to death. Her long black hair is dry and all broken, the smell she exhales is not pleasant, her dark circles under her eyes are deep and very dark. She looks at her neck and sees there, as if it were a tattoo, the letter R.

R for Rodolfo, the name their mother gave them at birth.

“What’s the letter on my neck?” – he asks himself with a certain rancour.

Come on,” Occisor rises from the floor, but Bloodstain doesn’t move, “Are you deaf? Damn it!

Occisor’s shout only makes Bloodstain cringe even more.

And… I… don’t… want to go with you,” Bloodstain manages to utter the words with an audible sound, even though he is very scared.

First, I have given you no choice. Second, I command and you obey, as far as I know, isn’t that how your race works?

“Yes, it is, but I don’t want to be just a servant who obeys you, a cold male who doesn’t care about anything,” he replies in his thoughts, but without letting them be heard by Occisor.

Having silence as an answer, taking a deep breath to keep himself as calm as possible, Occisor turns to the young woman sitting on the floor and is annoyed to see her face turned away from him. How he wishes he could be patient at such moments. Not caring about anything else, he tugs on her arm with one hand and with the other grabs her around the waist and suspends her, her grunts to him as if they were nothing. And, over her protests, he slings her over his shoulder.

“She’s too light, she doesn’t even look like she’s holding a body!” – He thinks and starts walking back to the base.

Bloodstain slaps her bare back, the weak blows delivered by the young woman’s small, slender hands, to him are like a tickle, but what really gets on his nerves are the screams that hurt his sensitive eardrums, and to stop him from doing so, he slaps her hard on the buttocks, which she startles and immediately shuts up feeling her cheeks burn.

The coachman is no longer there, only the traces of the horse’s footprints and wheels on the ground. Mari has already taken the supplies and sent him on his way, the smell of piss and fear permeating the place. Mari even chrgou to strange to have a wolf steal the wagon, more so in the hometown of the killer of the breed. Although her brain imagined various answers, she sure couldn’t imagine that the wolf was the female destined for Occisor and that she would finally meet the mate of the stubborn black wolf who doesn’t like to transform and swears to kill all other lycanthropes.

The goddess watches it all with a smile, now we just have to wait for the magic to happen. One will be the salvation of the other, and together they will be the salvation of all. That is what the goddess wants, and so it shall be.