Of course, I ate my own words again. Managing the pack’s affairs in the absence of my husband is not at all easy, nor is it comparable to the affairs in the palace.“Ma’am, the blacksmiths are complaining. Since the trade is temporarily stopped because of the dangers at the border, our coal and metal resources are nearly depleted. This delays their weapon production and they won’t be able to sell…ultimately, they won’t be able to provide for their family. They are begging for your help.”I am currently in his office, where political or economic affairs do not cease to exist and every passing day my headache worsens. As I hear a new complaint, I massage my temples and attempt to manage my problematic expression. “I will have to discuss this matter with the elders first,” I say, as I really am out of ideas. My help is limited in matters of trade and leaving the borders, because I cannot open or reopen the trade deals, else the lives of the traders will be my responsibility—especially n
Somewhere far from the House of the Wolves, past the continent and to a foreign land, stood a tall man surrounded by curious women, all speaking a foreign language. Clad in his traveler coat and boots, he reached the hidden society of the witches. Just like his pack, the witches’ coven is hidden and protected by the rainforest, where vicious hurricanes and storms brew and keep outsiders—like him—away.It had been a rough trip. Crossing the continent and traveling straight for a week without companionship was not an easy feat, however, his willpower is more than enough to keep him on his feet. Though, now that he has reached his destination, he does not know how to progress into the army of warrior women and enchantresses safely.It’s becoming crowded, but Flavian could not think of a way to evade the crowd. This is his first time here. He had successfully forced himself here, past the strong weather changes of the rainforest, but that’s all he had planned. He imagined it’d be easy get
A pile of books, with dust gathered on top of each, greeted Flavian that morning. As he was led to this library of sort of the coven, where a bunch of books crowded him. If yesterday it was women, today, it was books. It appears he’s a man who can gather a crowd wherever he goes.Nevertheless, Flavian sat down and ought to start browsing through these books as it’ll take him an entire day to finish them all, however, he ran into a problem early on. The books, knowledge-filled as they are, are written in a different language.He cannot understand a word in these books. His shoulders slump in defeat.But just then, a pair of footsteps come into earshot. He turns around, hopeful, and freezes on his spot.“G-Good morning…” she whispers, awkward air hanging around them. Her timid forest eyes looked at everything but him. While he looked nowhere else but hers. “I apologize…for the mess. I thought nobody else would come in here so I left it as it is.”As if waking up from a fever dream, he s
“A-Ah…I see.” He turned away, eager to be alone to console his wounded heart. Yet again he is reminded of why he and Phaedra could never be together.He could see why the witches have become so self-sufficient. After all, they have a long history with men who would burn them at the stake at the mere sight of one. All because they believe they are spawns of the devil. Now, witches have grown and become powerful enough to defend themselves, and now they see the men as the spawns of the devil—born only to be a menace to the world. The longstanding prejudice of the witches against men has established this culture. And it would be difficult to break it.He sighs and walks away, shoulders slumped in silent defeat.—On the other hand, the High Priestess who had left him to his own company stopped a few blocks from him. She stayed to watch him slowly accept his defeat; his aura dimmed as he walked away with slumped shoulders.She did not feel guilty to fill his heart with lies.In truth, the
It was undoubtedly awkward around them as they waited for the High Priestess and Pantheia to come in. They made sure to not look suspicious, but their avoidance of each other is suspicious enough. Thankfully, neither of the two suspected a thing.The High Priestess sat on the settee while Pantheia joined Phaedra on the circle. Flavian loitered around awkwardly until the High Priestess called for him.“Alpha, do you mind sitting with me?”“Not at all, ma’am.”He did as told and sat in front of her. She watched him for a moment before speaking. “You seem uneasy. Did something happen?”“No.” He was a little quick to answer that, so he smiled to reassure her. “I was just…in deep thought of what the news is. Pantheia has been delaying it, see.”“Oh, has she?” She slightly threw her head back and chuckled. “Pantheia, dear, come here.”The unsuspecting Pantheia leaves Phaedra’s side to come to them until eventually, her older sister was forced to follow. He notices this and coolly clears his
Handling the state of affairs in the pack is naught but tricky. It’s past two weeks since Flavian left, and I’m expected to do damage control, but I’ve yet to show any good results. I know it in myself, and I know the others know it too—I’ve only been doing ‘just enough’. I’m barely keeping it together. But I’ve done my best.With the state Flavian left the pack, this was as much as I could do to keep it together.The trading is shut down, so we’ve been relying on local resources. The expedition team is too wounded and needed rest, so I ordered the ban on the woods to prohibit anyone from freely going in or out of the borders. And the rations we have are scarce, so we’ve been growing our own crops despite the poor soil and unfavorable humidity.I’ve provided poor remedies to unsolvable problems.Now it is time for Flavian to return.Proving myself to be a wise leader is difficult. This is my first time having an entire race’s survival rest on my decisions. If it is already too much fo
The fight became brutal and long. Almost the entire squad is being outsmarted by the rogue.Throughout the fight, I watched and watched. I watched his moves. I watched his cunning agility and witty attacks as he used the environment to his advantage. I watched as our shifters fell one after another. Slowly, I was also starting to devise a plan of my own. It was getting clearer and clearer to me that he’ll wipe out the guards and will surely come after me.Should I come to the other groups?I slowly backed away as the rogue and Hadji fought fiercely, bodies thrown to trees and spine-chilling growls noises of both growls and cries of pain ringing in this part of the woods. As I left the area, I muttered a small apology to Hadji.My feet picked up the pace and eventually, I was running, sprinting, to get to the nearest squad. But they were nowhere to be found.Where are they?I specifically told them not to wander too far.As I searched and searched through the woods, catching my breath
I could not remember how I left the dungeon, or how I reached the House safely. My stream of consciousness was flying. If I felt unsafe in the House before, I feel it now more than ever after encountering such a spine-chilling man.Fenrir left, but Deo arrived. It seems the world finds entertainment in seeing me live in terror.Somehow, I also ordered to recover the unconscious bodies of the squad that fought Deo in the woods. I was moving and talking, but a few days later, I realized I could not recall much of what I did and was rather out of it. Was it due to the shock? the fear? There were too many emotions at play that I couldn’t sort out myself.Somehow, my security also tightened. A squad of guards is now with me everywhere and anywhere. Ellie said I ordered it, but I cannot recall. Ellie also said the pack was amazed by how I trapped such a rogue in the dungeon, but I could not care less. I almost died that day, yet none of them bothered to talk to me about it. They only saw th