The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 95: We Are Truly Even

"Titus!" Galen’s voice was hoarse and trembling, trying to reach her former kinsman.

But in those Beast Eyes, there was no longer the warmth of kinship, only the crimson blaze of starvation.

Gamar held Lachlan, her rough palm gently patting his head over and over. "Don’t be afraid... don’t be afraid..." she whispered. "Mother is here with you..."

Titus’s sharp claws tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

Galen turned her head away, her nails digging into her palms. She couldn’t bear to watch.

’I can’t just stand by and watch Brother Lachlan, the man I adore, be torn to shreds in a pool of blood.’

"ARGH—"

A miserable cry of pain from Titus rang out, followed immediately by the dull thud of an impact against the stone wall!

Galen’s eyes snapped open. Before her stood a slender figure, familiar yet strange.

She stood by the pile of straw, her gaze fixed on Brother Lachlan. Those enchanting eyes, which usually held a smile, were now filled with ice.

"Evan..." Galen murmured, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

Evangeline ignored her, striding forward to pull Gamar away.

She gently placed one shimmering Elixir Pill after another into Lachlan’s mouth. Then, she pulled him into a sitting position. They sat facing each other as she placed her palm over his heart, a gentle stream of Spiritual Power slowly flowing through his meridians and into his body.

Evangeline watched Lachlan in silence.

His head was bowed low, his chest barely rising and falling. He was all but lifeless. In the firelight, his gaunt silhouette cast a frail shadow, making him look like a piece of deadwood.

Yet, weak as he was, the moment her hand rested over his heart, he still trembled as if he’d been burned. This nearly instinctive rejection made Evangeline’s fingers hesitate.

She tilted her head to look at Lachlan and let out a soft chuckle. "Still hate me this much?"

’I had thought that after everything, I would have at least left some mark on his heart. I never imagined he’d still be so cold, so hard. A solid block of iron, indeed.’

Grumar’s eyes were practically splitting with fury. She was about to lunge forward to save her son when Galen grabbed her arm!

"Grumar! That’s the Witch! She can definitely save Brother Lachlan! She has to!" Galen cried, looking at Evangeline with eyes full of hope. She was so overcome with joy she began to weep, as if she were looking at her last lifeline.

’She knew how powerful Evangeline was. Brother Lachlan was going to be okay!’

Evangeline closed her eyes. Her Spiritual Power surged through Lachlan’s body like a stream of light. The Snow Leopard Contract Pattern at her waist gradually stirred, growing warm. The body, whose Life Force had been almost completely exhausted, was finally pulled back from the brink.

She slowly drew back her power, brushing away the fine beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead.

"Lachlan!" Grumar dashed forward and embraced Lachlan. Feeling his breathing grow steady and strong, her eyes instantly reddened and filled with tears. Without a second thought, she dropped to her knees before Evangeline. "Thank you, Witch—thank you, Witch—"

Before she could kowtow, Evangeline pulled the woman to her feet.

She looked at Grumar and said calmly, "If you knew who I am, you probably wouldn’t be thanking me."

Before Grumar could respond, Evangeline turned to Galen. "What happened to the Frost-plain Tribe? How did Lachlan end up like this?"

Galen wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs as she recounted the whole story.

After Evangeline left and with the rainy season approaching, the Yak Clan, still holding a grudge over their leader’s death, secretly drove all the prey from the Frost-plain Tribe’s territory into their own. This left the Frost-plain Tribe unable to store enough game for the season.

"The rainy season came too quickly..." Galen’s voice trailed off.

Because of the plague, the tribespeople already loathed Lachlan. To appease the starving members and prevent them from turning on Grumar, he gave his own share of the food away.

As Galen finished speaking, Evangeline’s gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the Beastmen of the Frost-plain Tribe.

They cowered in the corners, their clouded eyes filled with panic. They were terrified of Evangeline.

’A Witch who could save a Beastman on the verge of death like Lachlan...’

The cave fell deathly silent, the only sound being the CRACKLE of the fire.

Titus couldn’t withstand her gaze. He reverted to his human form, clutching his chest and snarling, "He wasn’t going to live anyway!"

Evangeline lowered her gaze, her voice dripping with scorn. "So, you planned to feast on his flesh and blood?"

Titus was left speechless.

"I am the one who wronged you, not Lachlan."

"You keep saying that Lachlan owes the tribe, but has he not suffered a great deal himself?"

"He should have been the tribe’s most brilliant Warrior. Now he is blind, afflicted with a reviled plague, and even marmots dare to mock and bully him. What wrong has he done?"

At this, Evangeline closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again.

With a wave of her hand, the spacious cave was suddenly piled high with fresh game.

"I am not killing you because Lachlan, too, has deep feelings for his people."

"The shameless actions of the Yak Tribe were not his desire, much less his fault! But he would rather give up his own share of the game to let you live, so I will respect his choice."

"Don’t let me hear you insult him again."

Her voice was soft, like the thin mist that lingers in the mountains.

When Lachlan awoke from the haze, his forehead was resting against Gamar’s coarse Beast Skin Clothes.

His body was utterly spent. As he smelled the metallic scent of prey in the air, a sharp cramp twisted in his empty stomach.

Evangeline’s voice pierced through the haze, and his fingertips curled unconsciously.

’Evangeline.’

’He didn’t understand. Why was she here again?’

’Why did she save him?’

’Every time he felt he was on the verge of death, she would burst in, bringing the biting wind with her.’

’Just like now. He was leaning on Gamar’s shoulder, his breath faint, his vision dark, yet her familiar voice still broke through the chaos, braving a storm to reach his side and stubbornly drag him back from The Abyss.’

Lachlan’s brow furrowed slightly, an indescribable emotion churning in his chest.

No tears could fall from his empty eye sockets, but a drop of water fell from the cave wall above, tracing a path past his eye. It felt like a cold tear, making him shiver.

’Just like every time she appeared, silent and unforeseen.’

’Saving him, and tormenting him.’

In the next instant, Lachlan felt a sense of weightlessness as a pair of slender arms lifted him into the air with irresistible force. A cold fragrance mixed with the scent of blood filled his senses.

Evangeline turned to Gamar and said, "Follow me."

Lachlan’s pale knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, his frail body going taut like a fully drawn bow.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if every bone were quaking with a deep-seated revulsion and rejection.

"Let..." The end of Lachlan’s hoarse word was lost in a trembling gasp.

As they left the cave, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the veins bulging on Lachlan’s neck.

Evangeline glanced down, her narrow eyes completely impassive.

Her voice was as soft as falling snow. "Don’t be afraid."

While speaking, she carried Lachlan to the cave where she had refined elixirs before. With a flick of her wrist, a brocade box appeared in her hand.

Her fingertips hovered over his empty eye sockets, wisps of ethereal light swirling around them.

"What was taken from you back then, I now return."

Her Spiritual Power became a starry luminescence, drawing something out of the brocade box and slowly guiding it into his sunken eye sockets.

"AAAAH—"

Lachlan abruptly clapped his hands over his eyes, slivers of brilliant light seeping through his fingers.

He arched his back, trembling, a pained groan escaping his throat. Ripples spread across the center of his smooth forehead as clusters of green light grew wildly beneath his skin. In an instant, they coalesced into a complete, five-pointed Star Pattern.

The Star Pattern glowed brilliantly, as if newly born.

"Lachlan, now we are truly even."