Kral's povThis private garden within the palace was meticulously maintained by professional florists. I had instructed them to adorn it with exquisite and scarce flowers and trees, ensuring that its beauty and elegance were ever-present. Especially on moonlit evenings like this, the moon's gentle rays bestowed a nourishing touch upon the garden's blossoms, each one captivating in its own right.For those fortunate enough to witness such a spectacle, the moonlit garden became an indelible memory, worth cherishing for a lifetime. However, I was not amazed, because you couldn't expect a person who had grown up here to constantly marvel at its beauty.Nevertheless, tonight was an exception."Prince Kral..." Delia's body softened, akin to a white cloud. I doubted she was aware of just how alluring she appeared at that moment, yet I had no intention of disclosing that fact. Just as a dragon safeguards its precious gems, so does a werewolf. I held her waist, finding Delia more enchanting th
Vivian's POVEver since my identity as a witch became known to everyone in the palace, I have felt like I have become an outcast among them. Well, I was already different from werewolves, but the way they looked at me made me uncomfortable. I felt a sense of exclusion. Especially when Delia and Alen weren't around, the pranks against me became more frequent.First, my clothes and belongings kept disappearing, and then I would encounter all sorts of strange things while walking down the street.Of course, sometimes I couldn't understand the behaviors and things of the werewolves either. Now, I found myself staring at a giant wolfhead sculpture that suddenly appeared before my eyes, rolling my eyes helplessly. It was ridiculous. Who would put this boring thing in a corner of the palace?I continued walking. As I reached the corner of the corridor, I heard some rustling sounds.My instincts kicked in, and I discreetly moved my hand to perform magic. The runes on my robe reappeared as I c
Vivian's POVI made my way through the bustling crowd in the hall, using magic to sense the environment and track the scent left by the gray-clothed man. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I could faintly perceive a scent similar to my master's. But I had never heard my master mention this person. Since the day she adopted me, we have always lived alone in the dark forest. My master would occasionally leave, but she never told me where she went or what she did there.As I pondered, my steps never ceased. I swiftly passed by the sanctuary, the hall, and the exit.The scent left by that gray-clothed man grew fainter and fainter. My heart tightened. Could it be that he had already sensed someone following him?Sweat started to form on my forehead, and my feet grew a bit restless. I ran all the way until I found myself stepping into the palace garden."Tsk, tsk, tsk, you must be Alice's only disciple," a voice, elegant and charismatic, echoed as if playing a joyful piano tune under
Vivian's POVSomething's not right.I'm hiding in the bedroom, pacing around with my arms crossed, like an ant trapped in a hot pot with no way out.Ever since I encountered that mysterious man in the garden – no, I should now call him Albert – my mind has been in turmoil.He's definitely not a messenger for the rogues, or more accurately, not a werewolf at all. I bit my lip, recalling his appearance and that peculiar scent. It was a chilling, somewhat sweet smell, mixed with the stale stench of old blood. It didn't have the warmth and vitality that werewolves possess.It's... I clutch the hem of my robe, my mind racing back to the knowledge my master once imparted to me. Suddenly, a memory strikes me.It was a snowy winter's night, and my master and I were sitting by the fire in our cabin deep within the forest. Her long, translucent nails tapped against the window frame as she gazed at the moon in the sky. She smiled and said, "Vivian, do you know what else besides werewolves are ca
Catherine's POV"Open the door," I said softly to the soldier guarding the prison cell."Miss, I'm sorry, but we can't grant your request," the guard in black armor glanced at me and continued, "I apologize, but this is not a place you should be."I wasn't surprised by his attitude. I guess many people, especially nobles like me, have made similar requests before. After all, this was the most special prison in the imperial city, the Black Tower.The Black Tower stood at the far west of the city, and ordinary residents might not even know what it was, thinking it was just a simple building. But we nobles knew that the Black Tower was the chain hanging around the necks of the werewolf aristocracy. It existed before the palace itself, established by the first Werewolf King to detain prestigious prisoners, like my brother, William's son - Lancaster."Of course, I wouldn't come here for no reason," I stared directly into the guard's eyes, taking out the pass with Bud's seal from my pocket.
Catherine's POV"Hmm~" Lancaster whimpered, trembling as sweat instantly covered his skin under the white cloth restraints.I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt watching him struggle, especially when he was bound like that. If my nails pushed a slight twist in his wounds, he would convulse in pain.Perhaps reaching the threshold of agony, he surprisingly laughed. I arched an eyebrow, observing Lancaster trying to control his breath and enduring the pain as he stared at me through the white cloth."Hahaha, Catherine, pitiful Catherine, my dear sister, you can't kill me."A growing shadow darkened my heart."Father won't let you do it. I know. And you can only obey our father's commands," he said, his red lips under the white cloth turning pale from the pain, yet he continued to sneer, "Let me think, my dear sister. You've come to see me after such a long time, so our father must have figured out how to release me. How about it, Catherine? Are you once again becoming a discar
Catherine's POVAfter I finished speaking, Bud fell into a troubling silence that unsettled me. The underground cell in the Black Tower was excessively spacious, and the candle flames burned steadily and slowly. The flickering light danced in Bud's eyes, as if something was slowly melting within him.Suddenly, his warm embrace loosened, and the frigid air of the dungeon rushed in, bringing a sharp chill."Say that again," Bud said, each word echoing in the dimly lit confrontation. His gaze turned cold, and the corners of his mouth tightened, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine with intensity. His words carried an unexpected anger.He's angry? I found it intriguing as I observed his expression. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a tinge of surprise.Interesting. I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes, studying his indignation. This side of Bud was unfamiliar to me. I was used to him obediently following my lead, often forgetting that he was an excellent and powerful general.I relished the
Delia's povMy consciousness was plummeting, like a stone thrown into a lake, helplessly sinking into the dark abyss."Pearl," "My dear Pearl,"It sounded like someone calling my name from a distant place. Until the voice gradually became clear, a warm touch landed on my forehead, and with great effort, I opened my eyes to find myself once again transformed into a wolf cub, lying by the familiar lake.A woman in a white dress gently picked me up from the shore. Her pale blue eyes carried a smile, as if she was not surprised at all to see me here."You've come again," she said while caressing my face. In her embrace, I felt as if I was lying in a hot spring, incredibly safe and comfortable. I was like a weary traveler finally able to relax completely."Woof," I lifted my head and instinctively nuzzled her face. It was strange. Though I felt lost and confused the first time I woke up here, now I only feel tranquil."How about staying here with me?" The woman lowered her head, and her li