“That damn idiot!” Alphonse threw himself inside the carriage, loosened his tie, and ruined his fixed hair. Charlotte followed him shortly, also wearing a stern face. The journey to their mansion felt shorter. Alphonse stopped by the forest to lose some fumes and Charlotte let him. She had arrived at the mansion, tired and worried about her daughter whom they had lost more now that the King was not informed of the situation at all. Charlotte wanted to question him but she knew it would not do her nor their daughter any good if the issue gets further. “Someone is here waiting for you, Your Grace,” “Someone? —” “Charlotte,” Charlotte’s body froze up when she heard that voice. That slightly deep yet sweet voice. She had never thought she would hear it again after all these years. “You can go, Camon,” Charlotte slowly turned around and saw the woman in casual attire. It’s more like a human commoner’s clothes. “What are you doing here? I just received your letter this morning— if y
Present time… “What? She was injured and now you lost her? Are you out of your mind? What would you do if something happened to her!” Ellis looked away. She could not answer that. All she can do now is get worried with Charlotte about the well-being of Charlene. “And there is something we should get concerned about too, Charlotte… Something really unprecedented appeared and I don’t know… I-I… I… I have no idea what it would do to Charlene,” Back to when Charlene is getting treated at the inn… “It is rare for you to seek my help after she died, Ellis. It has been a long time, how are you? Have you been well after they banished you? When did you get back? Why… Why did you get back here… I heard you were pregnant back then—” “Will you please shut up? I did not call you here to chat with me. I did not call you here to catch up! So shut the fuck up and just do your fucking job!” “Done,” Prince Valiar said as he stood up from Charlene's bed. “So this is the infamous Charlene Samarah Ad
“Ellis Ardens! What the hell did you tell her!?” Ellis’s eyes widened when Valiar shouted. She glanced at Charlene, she is still shouting in pain as she try to move back and back on the bed, as if it would help her escape where she is right now. Ellis was surprised to see that her obsidian eyes are slowly turning red, “Her eyes… no… this should not happen, Val. What should we do? Charlene cannot— she should not…. Ahh damn it! I mentioned that Adhler is marrying his chosen Luna… what else.. Ahm, I said something about going home to her family—” Ellis slumped to the floor, realizing what triggered Charlene. She was just really excited to have seen her awake and she said a bunch of things out of concern… no, was she really concerned for the woman? Can you really call it a concern when Charlene had fallen sicker after saying those things? “Are you out of your mind!?” Ellis froze when Valiar shouted at her. “The tranquilizer, please! Before she hurt herself more,” Ellis’s servants gave
“Why would I even have his child, professor? Is it not enough that I love him and he loves me too?” Charlene innocently asked. “You are as naive as your mother, Charlene. I see that you get that from her too. Your eyes, your nose… you look just like your mother when she was young,” “You could die if anything goes wrong in the pregnancy, Charlene,” “I am not pregnant, Professor. Where is the problem now?” The professor looked at her and sighed… “So you did not even realize that,” “You are four weeks pregnant, Charlene,” Ellis informed her of what Valiar told her when he examined Charlene the first time. It was a hunch that she had when she found the woman in that cave, but to think that her hunch was right. Charlene is conceiving a Lycan Prince… A Lycan King’s child. “What are the odds,” Ellis thought to herself and sat beside Charlene who looked pale after hearing the news. “I thought she would be happy to hear it after hearing her say she loves the prince,” “And I want to asses
Charlene’s Point of View I don’t know how long I have been walking in the middle of the forest. I am slowly losing my consciousness and though I have let it before, I cannot let it now. Not when I learned that I am not living for myself alone. I did something. I did something that I don’t know how I did until I regained my senses. I just saw multiple men in black lying in pain on the floor… and I think I did that to them… just like what happened when I was five. When I was five… my parents thought that I have no memory of that day but that is still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. That day that I decided to run away from the family because I overheard my father and his friend— who I have later known as the King— talk about my situation. “What do you mean a defect? How dare you— Pardon me, Your Highness, but even if you are my ruler, I cannot just accept this kind of atrocious judgment! This is unacceptable. How could you come here of your own volition and just call my daug
Charlene’s Point of View “What is your name?” “Why should I tell you that? You are a stranger,” I looked around and chuckled, “I thought you are the stranger,” “We are both strangers,” “So you won’t tell me your name?” “I won’t,” “Fine. I’ll tell you mine though,” “Do what you want. I don’t care. I am not here because of you. I just thought I smelled a Lycan—” “Why are you looking for a Lycan?” He stared at me and then averted his gaze, “Why should I tell a stranger that?” “My name is Charlene Samarah Adams,” “I know,” he replied, looking at me with firm eyes. “You know me, how? How do you know who I am? What are you doing here? No way. Were you following me? I am telling you, I do not have money on me!” I blurted out of panic. “Shut it, Charlene. You make my ears pop,” he said. He squeezed his eyes as if that really hurt his eardrums. How sharp are his senses that he had that stern look on his face? So he really does know me… who the hell is this kid? How does he know
Charlene’s Point of View “Are you okay now?” “I feel fine even without your help,” “Then you should have not grabbed on my arm earlier,” “You went near me!” “I was trying to be a good person!” “You already are, though? Why try so hard? Do you really think people will like you for being a good person? No. They will take advantage of you. Remember that, Charlene. You cannot be good to everyone. You cannot help anyone. Not when you cannot even help yourself,” “You are one to talk when you get back to me when I was out of my mind,” I let out a chuckle. I glanced at him but his expression was different. He was not even looking at me. It was as if he was looking elsewhere, but I followed his gaze and nothing was there. Where is he looking? What is he seeing? I want to ask him but he looked so serious that I cannot meddle between his consciousness and his sub right now. I sat beside him until he grabbed my arm and ran away. “Hey! Hey! Stop! You can’t just drag me like this!” I shoute
Hunters are humans that formed an organization to hunt werewolves. They possess different abilities from combat to strategy just to fight off werewolves and kill them— they just wanted a payback for what happened to their families. This has been a prolonged issue between the kingdoms since the human king could not do anything about these rebels. After all, werewolves killed their families with no remorse for whatever humanity they have. The ruthless werewolves killed everyone from children to elders… not minding their genders… they killed them… brutally killed them. Some even said that the internal organs were eaten though it had been a legend since a werewolf ate a human. “You should speak now of your intentions in lurking inside the dark forest before they torture both of you. And let me tell you— they are ruthless to a werewolf, and they do not see any difference with the Lycans though you never really did anything to us,” Charlene stared at the child who visited their cellar.