Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet
Chapter 26 Butterflies

Chapter 26: Chapter 26 Butterflies

"Why do you look sad?" I couldn’t help but ask.

"Because the sweets were her younger sister’s favourite, and ever since her death, Lydia has always had these with her. So it meant a lot for her to give us her sweets. It shows that she really saw us as sisters."

Our steps slowed. I never knew the sweets were that important to her. It made me question my stance. I had been focused on getting my own followers, but I just realised that I didn’t want to play with their emotions. They have shown me nothing but love and kindness. At least I should reciprocate their acts by being genuine with them.

’Okay, they are not my followers, but I’ll get my followers later on,’ I thought as we made our way out of the castle into an open field of flowers.

"This is my favourite place to be. It is very peaceful, and for some reason, no one seems to come here," she spread her arms wide open, beaming happily as she inhaled deeply.

The field was beautiful, with a mix of red, yellow, and lilac flowers, and it had this feeling of serenity to it.

I walked through the field, brushing my hand over the flowers. I inhaled the sweet smell of the flowers; it had a strange calming effect on my heavy heart. Was it the flowers, or was it because I knew that I had someone?

I turned to look for Caroline, as it had been a while since I last heard anything from her. A chuckle left my mouth when I saw that she was chasing after a butterfly.

I smiled before deciding to join her. I crawled on the ground of the field. As I made my way to her, my head was inches away from bumping into hers. We stared wide-eyed at the yellow butterfly that had stripes of black and brown.

I pressed my lips together as I waited in anticipation. Caroline’s hands reached out to carry the butterfly, and to my surprise, the butterfly stood still, waiting for her to catch it. She tried to bring the butterfly closer to her face, but then, it flew away.

Caroline huffed in disappointment. She angrily blew the air against her face, which made me laugh. "Don’t worry, you are a werewolf, so it is okay if the butterfly doesn’t like you," I teased.

Her eyes shot daggers at me. "Can’t they see that I love nature? Why can’t they just stay a little longer with me?"

"That, I have no idea of." I sat down on the ground. It was a little uncomfortable to sit here, as the grass blades were itching my body.

When I looked up at Caroline, her angry look turned to one of bewilderment. "What is it?" I turned to check if maybe there was something or someone behind me, but there was nothing.

"What is it?" I asked again, this time my voice sounded a little higher.

She raised her hand as she pointed at my head, completely speechless. "Your hair," she muttered before crawling to me.

I moved my hand to dust away anything on my head that was making her freak out. "Don’t move!" she yelled.

"Don’t you dare move," her voice lowered. Then she sat opposite me, her hand reaching out to my hair. She gently brought her hand down.

’Okay, I hate suspense. That is one of the reasons I hate scary movies.’

When she brought her hand down, both her hands were clamped together, hiding something in their grasp.

"What is it?" I asked, straining my neck forward to see what she was hiding. When she opened her hand, a pink butterfly flew out of her hand.

"You managed to catch one," I beamed at her.

"They are on your head," she pointed out.

"They are on my head?" I asked again, as I could not grasp what she meant by "they."

My eyes widened when realisation dawned on me. "You mean there are butterflies on my head? They, as in more than one?" I jerked my head up immediately.

Caroline bobbed her head up and down. I didn’t know if I should squeal out of happiness or horror. "How many of them are sitting on my head?"

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...."

"STOP!" I screamed, jumping on my feet.

"You mean there are more than seven butterflies on my head?" My eyes widened in horror. That is not normal. If one butterfly stays on you, that is already being special. Having more than seven butterflies is just crazy and too unrealistic.

"Yes, they are all flying on your head. I thought only the fae had that special kind of ability. It seems like you are very special." Caroline bubbled about as she stood closer to me, her eyes beaming, seeing a lot of butterflies on my head.

"Fae?" I asked, my brows knitting in confusion. "Fae are also real in this world?"

"This world? You talk as if there is another world apart from this one," she chuckled, her arms pushing my shoulders down to sit.

I resigned to my fate, as I sat down again, while she stood behind my back, playing with the butterflies who had taken a liking to my hair.

"You didn’t answer my question," I grumbled, as my toes shook in my shoe in impatience.

"Oh yes, fae exist, but they are in another realm. To get into the fae’s realm, one has to cross a portal-like barrier," she said mindlessly.

"If you didn’t smell like a werewolf, I would have said you were a fae, because no creature can attract this many butterflies. I think you are special." She mumbled under her breath, but I heard her clearly.

I felt something stir within me. It was so strange, more like an unsettling feeling. ’Maybe I’m very special,’ I nodded my head, as that is the only explanation.

Suddenly, the butterflies flew away from my hair, scattering over the fields. "No, no, come back," Caroline cried as she tried to chase after them.

It was then that we realized that we were not alone.

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