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
Delia's POVI turned my head in terror, but upon realizing that the person standing at the door wasn't Prince Kral, I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed."Vivian?" I asked, puzzled. Vivian looked like she was trapped by something incomprehensible, and her once innocent face now bore the weight of adulthood's sorrow."What happened?" I furrowed my brows.A girl in a gray robe stood in the doorway. She kept her head low, her beautiful platinum hair now disheveled, cascading messily over her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes were filled with turmoil, resembling a rain-soaked mushroom."Delia, there's something I need to tell you," Vivian said in a hushed tone."Now?" I looked around awkwardly. Whether it was my current state lying in bed or the mess in the room, it didn't seem like an appropriate time for a chat.But Vivian seemed to care little about any of that. She closed the door and hurried to the side of my bed, lifting her little head, using that peculiar and mysterio
Alen's POVIn the temple, it was the first roundtable meeting held by Prince Kral since the engagement ceremony.Despite it being daytime, candles were lit in front of each elder's seat in the meeting room. They burned quietly, with their flames flickering and occasionally producing crackling sounds, adding some ambiance to the weighty atmosphere of the room.Prince Kral did not wear the traditional white robe for the roundtable meeting, nor did he put on the masks that everyone was supposed to wear. Instead, he donned a pitch-black robe, and the golden royal emblem on his chest gleamed brightly. No one expected that, on the day after the engagement ceremony, Prince Kral would summon all the elders to convene a roundtable meeting."Do any of you have any suggestions?" Prince Kral's casual voice echoed from the table.Prince Kral's mood and spirit were both good. His hair was meticulously groomed, and in his golden eyes, there was a subtle expression of satisfaction, like that of a wel