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
“Who?”“Deo. He’s back.”Flavian’s head snapped up the moment the name registered in his mind. Along with the name, bittersweet memories flashed in his mind, all connected to him, his brother, and Deo. It’s funny, looking back at it now. Once, they were youthful pups who could never be separated—yet now two of them are exiled and one is imprisoned by duty.“And you’re saying he’s trapped?” He tilts his head incredulously. “Impossible. He’s more a fox than a wolf.”Hadji smirks. “It appears the Princess outsmarted him, then, because she told us she locked him down there after he took us down and went after her. We didn’t know how it happened, but the Princess is terrified of him and even paranoid.”His mouth went agape as Hadji filled him in on the events that landed Deo in the dungeon. The mere fact that he’s there is surprising enough, but to discover it was a human who had tricked him was something he never expected.However, according to Hadji, Deo was interested in the Princess. S
“Open it. Widely.”Just as ordered, the library doors swung open and my snappy heels clacked at every step I took inside. For the first time, I lived up to my title, showing the people the authority and aura of a Princess. It was the first initiative I’ve taken to take advantage of my title—my position. And it must’ve worked, seeing Phaedra startled by my entrance and now perched stiffly in her seat.“Do you mind?” I gesture to the seat opposite her, which was occupied by a pile of books.Before Phaedra had the chance to answer, the chair was already cleared out by Ellie. The former’s mouth hung open and belatedly answered.“Of course, your Highness.”I chuckle. “No need to be so formal with me, you may call me Luna,” I gently mutter, my smile lingering and my meaningful stare resting on the woman too stunned to speak. I made sure to emphasize my title.That’s right. I am the Luna, the sovereign recognized by the pack, while she is just his lover.“I—yes, L-Luna…” She avoided my gaze.
The following day, Flavian showed his face before the pack in the town center. With a gentle smile, he broke the news to everyone. He states, “The plague has been accordingly dealth with. May we all rest assured from tonight onwards.”The crowd erupted in cheers, the once anxious environment immediately brightening up, as if the storm had passed. The streets once filled with worrisome whispers were now crying with the relief. As he watched all of the mixed emotions transpire, his face never changed. He ought not to, if he wanted the people to believe. “However,” he continued once they calmed down. “The woods will now be off-limits, as a precaution. Our guards will build ten feet high walls along the edge of the woods to keep the pack safe.” Despite his best effort to sound convincing, that it is merely for precaution, the people’s brows still furrowed and quiet murmurs buzzed in his ears. “A gate in front of the path will be the only way to go in and out. This is all for the safety
Trigger warning: sensitive content ahead. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable.Author’s note: I listened to Hans Zimmer’s Interstellar while writing this scene, so to get a more immersive experience, I recommend the readers listen to it too while reading.Inside the town hall, a lone piano is playing deep at night. His long, slender fingers perfectly hit every note to his somber piece. He has his eyes closed, feeling the strong, compelling emotions brought by the piece. In his mind, an entire orchestra builds up tension with him, harmonizing with his tune.Provided by the cover of the night, Deo had escaped the dungeon, fueled by the rage and fury he harbors toward the Alpha.As the music resonates, the rhythm picks up its pace. It synchronized well with every breath the sleeping Luna took, unaware of the approaching danger.He knows what inhumane scheme he staged. He knew which rogue he used as a sacrifice. And he will not stand idly by watching his own boys be tortured
“The Crown Princess is to visit in three days,” Flavian says, heavily plopping down on his seat as another problem arises. “Whatever would she want?”He sighs and massages his temple.“What is your plan? Hide her sister from her?” Phaedra asks, sarcasm dripping in her honey-sweet voice. For months, she had been disappointed with him with how he handled Akira’s situation.Rightfully so. Even he was disappointed in himself.Akira and his mother went through the same thing, yet he still did not know what to do. His father and uncle fought over that, which ended up in them killing each other. He knew exactly not to do that. Should he hunt down Deo? But if he comes back to take something from him again, it will just be an endless cycle.“I must talk to Akira first, mayhap she knows why her sister is coming here.”“Talk to her? My friend cannot even talk, Flavian.” Phaedra gritted her teeth. Her eyes are ablaze with rage. “I’m telling you. Just bring that devil to me and I will deal with hi