She heard voices talking. She peeked and tried to recognize the man who had faced away from her. She didn't recognize the man because he was dressed differently compared to the normal residents. He seemed to have a higher rank compared to them.“Who is this man having a conversation with Papa?” she asked, almost bursting a vein in her neck because of forcing her neck to be elastic just to see who was that man.When she failed to recognize the man she simply gave up. She closed her eyes and focused on listening.She was amazed when she stopped so she could listen, she smelled whatever smell was around. She could smell the food being prepared by their servants and the foul odors from the surroundings. She also smelled the fragrant wine that her Papa and their guest were drinking now. Jelca's world almost stopped when she smelled the same scent of the man she missed. She couldn't be wrong, this was the smell of Mister Wolfords.She opened her eyes and straightened her body. She was ready
Jelca was now walking with her Maestro Luxor towards her dorm. It's just like a normal school. Many students were on the field playing football and others were just on the sidelines playing around like the normal students used to do in school. “Master! Who is that?”“Is that a new found mate of any of the royal blood?”“Master, what do they mean?” she asked to Maestro Luxor. Maestro turned to her. “Hurry up because time flies fast at the Academy, Jelca.”Jelca was more confused. She was in a difficult position. She was in the normal world and then when he woke up she was in the world of werewolves and she had a big role to bear. Finally they were in the dorm with Maestro. When they entered, she immediately saw the people inside. “Master, is what I see real? Am I not looking around mistakenly? It feels like I am having a wonderful dream,” she suddenly said to her Maestro. “What you saw is true, Jelca. They are not normal creatures. They are werewolves like you.”“But why?” She h
Jelca's body jolted awake as she felt the firm shake on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, still clouded with remnants of the nightmare that had gripped her just moments ago. She struggled to regain her bearings, her breath erratic as her heart pounded against her chest.Blinking rapidly, Jelca focused on the concerned face of Elkira, her roommate at the prestigious academy. Confusion intertwined with lingering fear as she tried to piece together the fragments of her dream and the reality that now surrounded her."What... what happened?" Jelca stammered, her voice trembling with the remnants of her inner turmoil. Her gaze flitted around the dimly lit dorm room, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the terrors that had plagued her subconscious.Elkira's brow furrowed with worry as she studied her friend's face, searching for answers in the flickering candlelight. "You were thrashing around in your sleep, Your Majesty. What happened? You looked terrified."Taking a deep
In the early morning light, as a new day dawned, Jelca found herself faced with another challenging task. She had been summoned by Maestro, a seasoned werewolf elder who had taken her under his wing. Today, she was to practice harnessing her special ability - the one that set her apart from the rest of her kind.Maestro led Jelca through the dense forest, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves underfoot. The air carried with it a sense of anticipation as they made their way towards a destination known only to Maestro. Jelca's heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure of what lay before her.After what felt like hours of weaving through the forest, they emerged into a clearing. But instead of finding themselves in the midst of towering trees, they found themselves overlooking a breathtaking sight. It was the fabled Pink Sea, a mystical place rumored to have magical properties.The sea stretched out before them, its water shimmering in hues of soft pink and lavend
Under the moonlit sky, Maestro stood before Jelca, the young she-wolf eager to learn the art of controlling her transformation. Jelca's heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she looked into the wise eyes of her mentor.Maestro was an ancient being, his silver fur glistening in the moonlight, his movements graceful and precise. His reputation as the maestro of shape-shifting had spread far and wide, and Jelca felt an immense honor to be under his tutelage. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. Would she be able to master this innate power that had suddenly awakened inside her?With a soft, melodious voice, Maestro began, "Jelca, the path of transformation is not an easy one. It requires immense self-control and a deep understanding of your own inner essence."Jelca nodded, her ears perked, eager to absorb every word."Remember, my dear, transformation is not about fighting against your humanity. Instead, it's about embracing the wild spirit within y
The light of the full moon was bright. The leaves attached to each branch of the trees were waved by the cold breeze. Her eyes roamed around. She was in the middle of the street. Jelca Stewart's shoulders shivered when an unusual-cold-air kissed her skin.A groan nearby made her feet stop making steps. She cleared her throat when a shadow devoured her own. She instantaneously swallowed when she felt the wind heat up. It was like the breath of the monster behind her. She was nervous, she slowly moved to look back. Her eyes widened when she saw the long and thick fur of the monster she had only just seen.“W-What is this?” her trembling lips uttered. Jelca lifted her stare. Now she was able to see the face of the monster. It had blue eyes that were both angry and manipulative; fangs as sharp as if they had just been sharpened; a large face and a long nose that blows warm air, but is scary.“Owoooooooooh!” howled the monster while it was lifting his gaze to the full moon. “G-God, s-sav
Bryco blew air before he entered the entrance of the large cave where their pack was gathering. He looked around at the werewolves who were purely howling.“Owooooooh!” his loud growl that caused everyone to fall silent.The gathered werewolves separated. They made a big road between them for Bryco.He had already begun to walk to where his parents and siblings were.It was time for him to step into his family's position when he returned in human form.He stood up. He was winded because of the distance he had run before. Likewise, he looked behind him. Everyone became human again. According to the scripture of the Midnight Storm Pack, the wolf -like appearance of their pack on the first full moon of the month takes only two hours. It was about Eleven o'clock, so he became human again.He looked at his father.“Forgive me, Father, for the reason that I was caught in this meeting. Again-”Bryco could not continue his line when his father suddenly kicked him.“Silence, Bryco! For 300 yea
Jelca's knees were shaking as she entered the large entrance of their house. She didn't know what she was going to do. Her gaze circled all around. She rushed towards her mother, who also rushed to go her way.“They're real! Mama, I'm not lying. Believe me, Mama!” she said hysterically. Her mother was full of confusion. Her mother touched her on both cheeks and tried to calm her down.“What is real? What are you talking about, Jelca? Fix yourself! You look like a fool!” her mother said."I-I saw it! His fangs are sharp! His nails are long and sharp too, Mama! That demon's blue eyes are really terrifying! His fur is thick. He's big too! He's real! They're real! They're f-fucking real! T-The werewolves a-are real, Mama," she told her mother.There's a sudden changed in her mother's emotion. Even if her mother won't tell her, she would sense that her mother is hiding something from her. “W-Why, Mama? Have you seen one? Why you didn't tell me about them!? Y-You always told me before that