“You cannot exile me. You will be dishonoring the late Alpha. Do you fall short on comprehension?” Fenrir was releasing steam from his nostrils as he held back as much as he could from throwing a punch at the sagging face of the elder, wrinkled and unpleasant like a rat carcass.
“The people are terrorized and you ‘fall short’ on the ideal Alpha’s traits that you should be practicing now that you hold responsibility over an entire pack,” he retaliated, using his own words against him. “You killed what you should protect. You banned what you should nurture. You kept luxury to yourself. Not only are you a tyrannical leader, you are also merciless and selfish. You are not what an Alpha should be. Thus the council has judged the rightful punishment that you will face. Exile. Eternal ban from ever crossing the borders of our territory, of ever coming into contact with anyone in the pack.”
Exile.
The word echoed in his mind.
At 18, Fenrir would go on to make his name known and feared across the lands. His tales of cruelty and tyranny were told by bards in taverns, and to this day, he has remained persistent in his motherland. Though given the punishment of exile, nobody could really force Fenrir out of the borders. He was the fiercest, biggest wolf after all. So for months, he loomed in the woods. An outlaw, but not yet an exile. His acts against the pack stopped and he isolated himself until he questionably left after a fortnight and went to the House to confront his brother, the new Alpha.
The big doors violently opened at his presence and at his wake, his shadow would consume the ground. The beast has reappeared, said the whispers of the House’s servants. Fenrir stalked in big, meaningful strides until he stopped in front of the throne room where he smelled the familiar scent of pine and whiskey.
“Brother.” Two polar opposite gazes met. One fiery, one tame.
“The council finally did their job right,” were his first remarks after months of isolation. He had heard about the recent news of a traitor being punished to become a lone wolf and it was his sole reason to leave his manor. Just to share his opinions. “I’d rather he was killed, but I guess exile is the cruelest the council can get now. The pack is turning soft.”
Flavian’s controlled expression showed the slightest irk.
“It is a just punishment. Is that all you came here to say?”
He rose from his seat at the same time Fenrir found a comfortable stool. Really, they were polar opposites. Fenrir crossed his legs as his brother neared.
“I am grateful at the very least, that that traitor would leave as soon as his exile was decided. Unlike someone…” he deliberately trailed off.
Fenrir’s brow rose.
“Are you telling me I should leave as well? You will lose your last remaining guardian, you know,” he says, pointing to his little brother. “I will never be able to come back here once I leave.”
“I am twenty and seven, I need no guardian anymore,” he huffed.
Fenrir grinned and shuffled Flavian’s hair. “That is still too young to be an Alpha. You’re basically a pup!” He looked around mischievously and leaned in to whisper, “Want me to be Alpha instead? You can go off into the world and explore as you’ve always dreamed of.”
Flavian paused.
He remembered. His childhood dream was to be an adventurer, to discover parts of the world outside the pack. It was still his dream, but he grew up. He knew it would stay as a dream, now that he had a pack to lead.
“I can’t,” says Flavian, sighing. “The pack needs me.”
“Well, do you want to?”
“Of course, but I am bound by duty—”
“Then I challenge you.” Fenrir’s stance straightened and his demeanor changed. His younger brother looked up at him, falling into a pit of confusion. He continued, “I, Flavian Fauntleroy, formally challenge you to a fight for the Alpha’s throne. We’ll do it the old way. A brawl, to see who’s the strongest.”
Flavian took a surprised step back, his eyes widening and his mind finally catching up.
“Are you mad?!”
His brother, eccentric as he is, shook his head seriously.
“If I win, I will take your throne. But if you win, I will take myself out of the pack and accept the punishment of exile.” He was dead serious. Flavian was, at the very least, bewildered.
“No, I-I can’t accept this. In a duel like this, brother, one of us may die!”
“Then one of us shall. But I will not let it get to that, else you cannot roam the world, right?” He smirked.
In the midst of the two brothers’ loud arguing, an unfamiliar scent reached their sensitive senses.
“A woman…from outside,” Flavian whispered and turned to the large double doors. Meanwhile, Fenrir staggered back quietly at the familiar scent. The redolence of freshly picked roses, the sweetest chocolate, the most expensive oil, and the most prized wine… the smell was heavenly. Lest to say it was someone from a high station.
Flavian was expectant of who it was. Their talk had already slipped his mind, while his brother did his best to maintain nonchalance at the unannounced guest.
“Do not look too much like an expectant puppy,” he remarked at his brother, who practically had a sparkle in his eyes. He rolled his own.
Flavian glared at him. “I am not. I am merely curious. It is not every day a guest is brave enough to pay a visit.”
He was cut short with a knock.
“Her royal highness, the 4th Princess Akira Mair is here, Alpha.”
Flavian turned to his brother in surprise. Fenrir raised a curious brow and expectantly looked to the entrance.
“Come in.”
And in she came, the one woman whose plans you’ll never expect until it's done. The woman was an embodiment of unpredictability. The woman who unhesitatingly offered her hand in marriage.
The woman… who was as beautiful as every dawn and as charming as the first sign of spring. When she expressed her interest in Flavian, something stirred inside Fenrir. Like he just earned another reason to defeat his brother. But it was foolish, for there was no one he’d put above his brother, who is his only remaining family.
The blanket of the night provided cover for the hackney’s journey. The hooves of the hackney and its wooden wheels clashing with the rough terrain were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the night. It had been a few hours, and I am sure we were nearing our destination. My heart is hammering though my expression shows otherwise. My hands and feet are cold but I’d like to think it is just because of the temperature in this territory.I knew this was improper.I knew this was wrong.But I’ve already taken it this far. I cannot turn back now. I could only hope Ellie is doing a magnificent job covering me.“We are here, lady,” the coach yelled before the carriage came to a halt and the specks of dust settled on the ground. I raised the curtains of the small windows and found ourselves blatantly in front of the borders of the wolves' territory. I unconsciously gulped, seeing and feeling the dangers that I could feel were lurking within. This was my first time seeing it at night, an
I did not know how I made it to the House unscathed and alive in the company of Fenrir Fauntleroy, but I did and I will eternally be grateful to the Moon Goddess for it. We did not speak at all. There was a barrier between us, made of a mix of tension and fear, that anyone would be able to notice. I was grateful that he kept his silence. His silent company took me to the House and led me inside. The patrol were alarmed by his presence, but he would quietly redirect their eyes to me using simple gestures and they would back up. Like me, quiet but tense. Perhaps I looked like a hostage next to him. He opened the door and led me inside. He left me in a sitting room while he went to get his brother, saying, “He is hideous when not put together. I’ll get him and make him look presentable, at least.”So I waited. Sat in the velvet settee in my breeches and unrecognizable disguise. This would be the first time he’d see me without my gown, my jewelry, my silky smooth hair, and my porcelain
When I returned to the palace, not a single torch was out of place. Not a single guard running around.They are awake but blind. Had I known our guards were this ignorant, I would take this to my Father’s attention, but I am the one taking advantage of it now. To get rid of this advantage…would prove foolish.Abel dropped me off a safe distance away from the palace walls. He merely bowed his wolf when I dismounted“I give you my thanks,” I smiled, trying—desperately—to not make it look like a wince. I feel my soul is lost in the wind. When he leaped back into the darkness of night, I pulled my cloak over my head and stealthily traced my steps back into my chambers. The guards were easy to hide from once I memorized their path and routine. As I snuck back up, I found Ellie standing by the balcony, my nightgown dancing with the wind over her shoulders.Her head snapped around so fast when I emerged from the hidden door.“Princess!” She screamed in a whisper and immediately rushed to me.
“Perhaps I’ll allow you to move the date of our fateful duel until all fancy traditions of your matrimony are wrapped up, baby brother,” said Fenrir, as he fix his tie beside the groom.Flavian smiles, not one that reaches his eyes, but a smile nevertheless. “I thank you. I also do not think it a wise idea to show bloodshed in front of the new Luna.”“Mhmm. Consider this my wedding gift to you.”“Thank you, brother.” Flavian shook his head and gave himself one last look in the mirror before turning to Fenrir. “I appreciate your effort at being civil today with the pack.”The latter scoffs. “I have always been civil. They are the hostile ones.”“I’m sure they’re just protective of the pack. Do understand, brother.”When their bickering came to an end, it was almost time. Flavian left their quarters to the courtyard, where Fenrir followed him, as his man of honor. It was a chore to get him to agree, but he used his baby brother charm to sway him and a day before the wedding, he caved in
The bride, the supposed center of attention, fell back and finally lost her balance. The news knocked her out of breath and made her world spin. Thankfully, Flavian was quick on his feet. He caught her in time and gently shook her.“Princess,” he called softly. “Princess, let me take you inside. Your safety is of paramount priority.”His voice seemed distant to her, but his concern was beyond words and reached her regardless of the distance.An explosion… a terrorist attack… on her wedding day. Why?A small tear left her right eye as she was assisted to safety, along with the other Lords and nobles. The ceremony was abruptly stopped. Her father could not care less for her well-being or her feelings and stormed into his throne hall to confer with his advisers. Everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong.Her husband left her in the care of her lady’s maids to assess the situation outside. He merely stationed a few of his warriors around her. Physically, she is safe and secure. Emoti
I have my own reserved thoughts about today’s events. There are only a handful of people with the guts to dare to ruin my wedding—a royal wedding.I’d rather not suspect my own family, but they cannot be taken out of this equation. My envious sisters, especially… my eyes darted to Clara, innocently enjoying her dinner on the far end of the table. It would not be surprising if she were behind this. Of course, there could also be whom everyone is thinking of—the syndicate. But I’d never heard of this syndicate before.There is no such thing in the capital.This is a well-planned attack; it knew where we would be fatally damaged, which towns were significant to the stability of the capital, when exactly to attack, and their weapon of choice. Dynamites in themselves are hard to get a hold of. They are expensive and scarce all around the realms. The mastermind must be of title to afford the money, the resources, and the information needed for this attack. And in this table, are all of the
“I sincerely wish the Princess good health and a happy life,” one of my lady’s maids said, sobbing through her words. I smile sympathetically. The rest are like her too, wiping their tears and consoling each other. It was because I will not be taking anybody else but Ellie.It was for the better, too. My lady’s maids are troublesome and famous gossipmongers. Bringing them with me will not do any good for the reputation that I’ll be building to earn the pack’s respect. Only Ellie is enough.“As do I. I want all of you to be as loyal and as caring to your new masters as you were to me. Do not get into trouble with your gossip.” They all bowed in embarrassment. “Though I must admit, those gossips will be among the things I will miss.”“Princess…”“Now, now, let us ready the Princess for her departure.” Ellie intervened, gently guiding the other maids to their posts. “For our last preparation for our lady, we must do our best.”I smile and turn to face my reflection in the vanity mirror.
The journey was not one I haven’t taken before. But it was certainly longer and more tiring, being inside the carriage all day. That night, the hackney I hired was smart to go into all the shortcuts that cut my time to travel in half. But I figured since this is a royal carriage, they cannot go down the same road. The downside of those shortcuts was that they were infested with bandits and beggars. They were not one for a royal convoy to pass through. Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day.When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town.We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs,