Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Ellaine’s Point of View:

The market in the village is never loud. It hums with quiet life–baskets thudding softly on worn tables, murmurs exchanged over bunches of herbs, old wolves haggling with kind smiles and crooked hands. There’s a peace in this small river settlement that I’ve never questioned, though I often wondered why it feels both comforting and incomplete.

I was with Mara, gathering rosemary and dried mint to help Elias soothe his bad knees, when it happeried.

A traveler.

He arrived just before the midday sun, his boots covered in dust and his shoulders slumped from long roads. His cloak had been torn and hastily sewn, and a faded scar ran from jaw to collarbone–an old wound from a battle he didn’t speak of. The village, cautious but kind, offered him broth and ater without hesitation. In return, he brought stories.

I wasn’t paying close attention at first. I was helping Mara sort the herbs, my mind half–lost in the odd way my fingers moved on their own–braiding” stems and bunching leaves like they’d done it all before.

Until I heard his voice shift.

“They say the Council has fallen.”

The words drew a quiet from those nearby.

He leaned in, his voice lower, conspiratorial. “A new King reigns now. A Lycan.”

That word. It brushed against something buried deep inside me.

“The last of his kind. A monster, they say. Golden–eyed. His name is Francesco Totti Lycaon, the last Lycaon family.”

My hand froze mid–motion.

And my heart… It stuttered.

I stared at the dried mint in my palm, but it wasn’t what I saw. Not really.

I saw flashes.

Golden light.

Eyes. Wolves. A balcony under moonlight.

A voice calling out–but the words were muffled. Garbled. As if underwater.

Mara noticed my stillness and touched my arm. “Edith?” she asked, her voice warm with concern.

The name she gave me when I woke with no memory. The name I’d answered to for nearly a year.

The traveler’s story continued.

“They say his mate vanished. Some say she’s dead. Others think she was taken. But I tell you…” he glanced around, lowering his voice again, “they say he still searches for her. Hasn’t smiled since. Some say he’s mad with grief.”

Mate.

Luna…

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Words that stirred something deep within me… and yet never rose to the surface.

I felt pressure in my head. A cold tightness behind my eyes. Like I should remember. Like I was reaching toward something I once knew.

But the harder I tried, the worse the pain grew.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

It was like pulling on a thread that snapped and vanished.

Mara helped me to a bench. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t longing. It was emptiness… paired with a strange grief that made no sense.

That name–Francesco–felt carved into my bones. And yet, when I tried to follow it, darkness met me.

Later that night, I sat by the river alone.

I watched the water curl around the stones and ripple beneath the wind.

I whispered the name to myself.

“Francesco.”

It tasted familiar.

But nothing came. No images. No memories. No answers.

Only pain….

Why? Why hearing the name put the pain in me?

I touched my chest as if that might quiet the ache there. But it never left.

Whoever he was, this Lycan King…

He mattered to me?

I knew that much.

But I didn’t know why.

Or how.

And I feared I never would.

Elias and I were going over the list Mara handed us–herbal roots, dried blossoms, and the peculiar moss she swears helps her sleep when I heard a

familiar voice.

“Hi, Edith.”

I looked up and smiled. “Hi, Damon.”

Damon, the village’s most energetic and often clumsy young courier, came bounding toward us. He always had a task in hand, a bag slung over his shoulder, and a sheepish grin that made it hard to stay annoyed with him for long.

He turned to Elias. “Elias, did you get the things I asked you?”

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Elias nodded and reached into the larger bag strapped behind him, pulling it forward. “Here… everything you asked for

Damon sighed and made a tck sound with his tongue. “I don’t know which one is which, Elias. Why can’t you just join us and take it to the King?”

I froze.

The King?

I swallowed and forced myself to speak casually. “Um… I heard the King?”

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Damon nodded without hesitation. “Yes. Lately his Beta has been requesting more deliveries–saying it’s for their magician, or something, I don’t know exactly. But now I have to deliver this personally because I messed up the last order. That’s why I asked Elias.”

Elias frowned, waving a hand. “I’m too old to travel, Damon. You know that. Why don’t you take a moment and learn what each herb looks like? it’s been months and you still can’t tell comfrey from mugwort.”

Damon groaned in defeat. “You know I’m stupid.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Well… maybe I could help,” I offered.

Both of them blinked at me, stunned.

“You sure, Edith?” Elias asked quickly. “It’s a two–day trip to the King’s territory.”

I nodded, already understanding the value. Elias and Mara had done so much for me. I couldn’t explain why I felt drawn to help this time–but the idea of going didn’t frighten me.

Besides, I knew the herbs better than most. Damon could carry the load, and I could make sure nothing was mislabeled.

Elias still looked unsure, but slowly nodded. “You’re sharp with plants, girl. Might just keep him from getting into trouble again.”

Damon grinned, triumphant. “Finally! Maybe they’ll stop yelling at me now.”

We quickly made a plan–I’d leave at dawn with other traders who were scheduled to travel toward the Lycan King’s territory. Damon and I would ride with them for safety and split off near the castle gates.

I told myself I was doing it to help Elias.

To repay kindness.

But something stirred in me that I couldn’t name.

I didn’t know that the path I chose would bring me face to face with a destiny couldn’t remember.