Chapter 2

Lucifer walked out of his chambers out with his normal dark and ominous aura surrounding him. His cold face that could send shivers down anyone's spine. He's the definition of cuteness, a well crafted product from the Gods but he doesn't have a heart or maybe the Gods forgot to give him a heart. He stood at the main hall waiting for Mikhail to come down. 

👥 Good morning Lord Marino.

He ignored them as usual and started walking out. 

" Don't you dare leave me" Mikhail threatened, waking out of his chambers too. Lucifer turned, he looked at him coldly but still ignore him. Mikhail has always been his good friend ever since they were pups. Mikhail is the only step brother that cared for him and he would anything to make him happy. 

His father married two wives. The first wife was the crowned Luna Diamond, beautiful and gentle as a dove. She gave birth to three children. Vladimir, Alexander and Delight. The second wife was gentle but was strict. She's a concubine, concubine Loveth. She gave birth to two children, Mikhail and Doris. 

Loveth trained him and all the children with strictness because Luna Diamond was too soft, but everything changed that night, the night that has hunted him for a long time now. The night his family was killed, out of five children only two survived, Vladimir and Mikhail. Even his mom was taken down too. Now he has only Luna Loveth as his mom, who would do anything to make him happy, and sometimes treats him better than her own son. 

" Vladimir!!!!" Mikhail yelled at him. " Mom wants us to come see her tonight and she said it's important" 

" Is that why you yelled at me?" Lucifer asked glaring at him.

" I've been calling you for some time, maybe lost in your dream world of finding a mate" he teased him.

" Fucking shit. You're so annoying " he groaned. " Then we will leave for America a day after tomorrow. Let see her first". With that he walked out of his mansion, just him and Mikhail.

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As the moon rose high in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows on the ground, Vladimir and Mikhail walked through the forest. The mansion's silhouette loomed behind them, slowly disappearing as they ventured deeper into the thick woods. The air was cool, filled with the scent of pine and earth. When they reached a small clearing surrounded by ancient trees. 

"We shift here," he said, his voice firm but gentle. He glanced at Mikhail, who nodded in agreement.

The process of shifting from human to wolf was both magical and primal. It began with a tingling sensation, starting at the spine and spreading outwards. Muscles rippled, bones elongated and rearranged themselves with a series of soft pops and cracks. Skin gave way to fur, a thick, glossy coat that provided warmth and protection. The senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. 

Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.

Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed.

Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit. 

The Feral Fury Pack’s territory was vast, with the entrance marked by tall, ancient stone pillars. As they reached the entrance, Vladimir and Mikhail slowed their pace and shifted back into their human forms. The transition back was just as seamless, fur retracting, bones and muscles shifting until they stood tall, back in their human bodies. They dressed quickly, pulling on the clothes they had carried with them, and made their way to the palace at the heart of their territory.

The palace was a grand structure, its stone walls covered in creeping ivy, with tall windows that glimmered in the moonlight. As they entered, the servants bowed and greeted them, their voices a chorus of respect.

"Welcome back, sirs," they murmured, their heads lowered in deference.

Vladimir and Mikhail barely acknowledged them, their minds focused on more pressing matters. They moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing through the grand hallways until they reached the main chamber.

Luna Loveth  was in her chambers, her thoughts consumed with worry for her sons. A maid entered, her face lit with urgency.

"Luna, they have returned," she announced.

Loveth's heart leaped with relief. She ran out of the room, her long skirts rustling as she moved swiftly through the corridors. When she saw Vladimir and Mikhail, she rushed to them, her arms open wide.

"My sons," she breathed, embracing them both tightly. "I was so worried."

"We're fine, mother," Vladimir assured her, gently patting her back. "There was no trouble."

Mikhail, always the more playful of the two, grinned and added, "Unless you count the rabbits we scared along the way."

Loveth smiled, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. "Thank the moon. Come, let us sit and talk. I want to hear everything."

They moved to a cozy sitting room, the fireplace crackling warmly, casting a soft glow over the room. They sat, Loveth between her sons, her hands clasped in theirs.

"Tell me, how was the run?" she asked.

"It was peaceful," Vladimir began. "The pack is strong and united. We encountered no threats."

"Although," Mikhail interjected, "there were a few new scents in the forest. Strangers passing through, perhaps. Nothing alarming, but worth noting."

Loveth nodded thoughtfully. "We must remain vigilant. These are uncertain times."

Vladimir squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We will protect our territory and our pack, mother. You need not worry."

Their conversation continued late into the night, the bond between them strong and unwavering. The palace, despite its grand size and many occupants, felt like a true home when they were together.

As the hours passed, the initial tension from their arrival dissipated. Loveth's eyes sparkled with pride as she listened to her sons recount their experiences, their voices a soothing balm to her worried heart. The servants, though invisible to the family, moved silently in the background, ensuring their comfort.

"Mother," Mikhail said suddenly, "we’ve been thinking. It's time we expand our patrols. The pack is growing, and so are the challenges. We need to be prepared."

Loveth nodded, her expression serious. "You're right. The safety of our pack comes first. Do what you must."

Vladimir smiled at his brother's suggestion. "We'll start tomorrow. For now, let's just enjoy being home."

Luna Loveth knew her son Vladimir has a heart of stone but she didn't realize that there more to it than met the eye. Her son was into the Mafia. That part she doesn't know. 

Soon they walked Luna Loveth back to her chambers to rest, because they have a long night ahead of them. 

Mikhail made a phone call. " Get it ready we are coming now" after he ended the call, he glanced at Vladimir whose face was dark and void of emotions, he then wondered if this was the same guy talking to mother just now. Well it's not a new thing, he's already used to it.