“What does that mean?”
Joaquin asked.
Shanaia smiled and then she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“It means I am a Lycan and this is my first life. When I die, my soul will be reincarnated in my descendants. It's something like that,” she answered.
Then Joaquin suddenly hugged her tight, nuzzling his face against her chest.
“Please don’t speak about your death, my love,” he spoke.
“Why?”
“Because that is something I can never accept,” he replied.
Shanaia looked at him and started stroking his hair. She understood what he meant because death is something she fears the most. She fears losing her loved ones and also fears leaving them behind and letting them experience the pain.
Shanaia sighed and hugged Joaquin tight.
“I am not going anywhere. We just found each
