The Third Mate

He was staring at the girl lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping quietly. He took a deep breath and brushed the back of his palm to her cheeks. He could really feel that she was the one he's been looking for.

The connection between them was stronger when she finally gave herself to him. It was the same feeling he felt one hundred years ago.

'Are you really sure it was her?' His wolf asked.

'I'm one hundred percent sure. But how can I make her remember me? Remember us?' He answered.

'The only one who could break the curse is our mate. If she's the one, she has to remember us. If not, you know what will happen to her, right?'

He didn't answer. Instead, he tried to remember the last time he saw his lover.

***VERLICE CASTLE, ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO***

"Zion, where are you going? You can't do anything about it now. She doesn't belong in this world. The Gods have taken her." It was her sister, Zoila.