Matching To The Dragons II

Zakuski's POV
"Zakuski..." She called out, barely breathing. I noticed the fear in her eyes. I then realized what I just did to my elder sister. I was swept by my guilt. I managed to let go of her while looking intently into her eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that."
"No Zakuski, what I see is that you are being consumed by the lurking darkness within you. We are demons, known to be the bad people, but what makes a difference is that we hide the lurking darkness within us and let the light shine, but today..." She paused, tears slowly brimming in her eyes as she shook her head in dissatisfaction, then she left, leaving me speechless.
I was still standing alone, just with my heart racing so fast. Many thoughts seeped through my mind. I don't know what else to do. I don't know when I landed my hand against the hard wall while feeling so frustrated. With a deep sigh, I decided to sleep; maybe it'll help me rest.
****
"Son, I have decided to make you the leader because I see great potential in you. I see someone who can lead my people well when I'm gone, but there's lurking danger, a danger that I'm afraid you will have to let go of because it'll be your destruction," my father said with a soothing voice as he let out a cough. "I sat beside him while gently assuring him that everything would be fine, even though I am not certain anymore because his health kept deteriorating.
I swallowed hard before I asked, "And what could that be?"
He gently wrapped his hand around mine while looking me in the eyes. His gaze was so intense it brought cold shivers down my spine. I am trying so hard to be strong, but I can't when he says, "I want you to let go of that wolf; she's your destruction..."
"But..."
"That's my only request, son; that is the only sacrifice that you will have to make to make a better leader."
I immediately stood up, my heart pounding, recalling the times we shared with her and the way she makes me feel. I walked towards the window while staring into the open space. "I'm sorry, Dad, but that's a very difficult decision to make. I don't think I can do what you are asking me to do."
He coughed even louder this time while placing his hand against his chest. "This is no longer a request; it is an order from a dying man."
"Dad..."
"That's enough." He cut me short before he managed to adjust himself in a sitting position on the bed, where he brought out some documents and explained everything to me, telling me that wolves and demons were never meant to be together, or else, it won't just bring great calamity, but it'll also bring enmity among the dragons, bringing out the dark side of us.
I listened to him; my heart ached, but I couldn't do much other than do what he had told me.
I waited until night, and I teleported to Garcia's house. She was fast asleep; her eyes were tightly closed as she lay on the bed soundly. I sat on the bed and gently caressed her cheeks. Tears burned my eyes, but I couldn't shed them. I was scared, and I knew it'd only make things worse if I didn't do the right thing.
My heart raced so fast as I gently touched her forehead, doing the one thing I never thought of doing: I wiped away all the memories that showed she ever knew me in the first place, and it made her let out a groan. When I was certain that I had completely wiped her memories, I returned to the kingdom and snuggled myself in the warm sheets as I started crying, letting the tears swiftly find their way down my cheeks. Despite being a man, I cried to help reduce the ache, but it only worsened the situation.
"Zakuski...are you no longer going to attack the kingdom?" The voice of Jonathan echoed through the chambers. I was startled as I opened my eyes in fear. I couldn't believe it was just a dream, or should I say a memory playing in the form of a dream.
Jonathan wrapped his hand above his shoulders as he stared at me, his brows slightly furrowed while his hair was a bit disheveled.
"What are you doing here so early?"
"Because I want to help you win her back."
"Who?"
"Garcia, of course, I know that you are waging war against the dragons despite knowing the risks involved because you think there's still hope."
I raised an eyebrow at his remark, "Think?"
"Yes, you still think, and I believe there might be a chance for you here."
Curiosity was piqued; I knew I was waging war because I felt Adrian crossed the line and Garcia also allowed that bastard to touch her, but having her to myself now is almost impossible.
"What do you mean?"
He let out a frustrated sigh, leaned closer to me, and said, "I mean, try as much as possible to get the opportunity to make love to her, and the mark shall return."