Aethelwolf rises after a sleepless night. The dark circles he had recently were darker and deeper. He takes a shower and gets dressed, and when he shaves in front of the mirror, he admires his reflection. - You age in months. Look at this face. “When a werewolf starts to age, it is because it has already given up its life force. Look at the example of the king of the basement—centuries of life. You won't live to be 100. Deep down, his reflection tells him the same thing as his wolf, so he doesn't even respond to him. He finishes arranging, goes down the stairs, and enters the kitchen. - Where is the queen? – he asks those present. - Good morning, sir. We haven't seen Queen Elena today, sir. – one of the she-wolves says, with an expression of astonishment. Wasn't it the king who supposedly slept with the queen? A little pup runs through the kitchen's back door. When he sees the king, he hides between the legs of his mother, one of the cooks. Aethelwulf recognizes the pup, and h
The king calls his old friend the royal beta. When he enters the office, he bows.- I need you to inform all the packs, through the official channels, that, due to rumors that have spread throughout the kingdom, I am once again announcing my son, Julius King, as crown prince. May the announcement reach all packs in all corners of the world, whether large or small.- Sir, may I inform the species council, too?- Yes, send the statement to them, too, so it stays in the official books.Sir, can I ask you something? I don't want to offend you, but I'm sure I'll be asked a question, and I don't know what to answer.The king guessed what he would ask but pretended not to know.- What is it?- What do I answer when people ask about the prince's mate?You reply that the prince doesn't have a mate, that he is going through a phase typical of his age, and that when the time comes to assume the throne, he will look for his true mate.- Sir, no one will believe that. That powerful Maidlink said…
Mila drags Typhon to the new commander's tent, intending to announce that he will command the attack on the palace. Typhon's head is racing. He needs to quickly complete his plan and get out of there. Hell will freeze over before he leads anything. However, he could not verbalize, and without showing any emotion, he accompanied her.Mila leaves Typhon at the door, enters the commander's tent, and finds him organizing papers.- What are you doing?He stands up and bows to her.- Ma'am, I'm counting the remaining needle cartridges.- Are there any cartridges left?- When the men returned from the attack, they still had cartridges they had not used. Each man gave Commander Albert a statement of the amount he had left.- How many are left?- I still have these sheets to add up, but I have counted 203.- 203? It's not much, but maybe it's enough for the initial attack. If we decimate the first defense, it will be easier to reach Vlad. - Yes, you're right. If we divide what's left, and al
A new day dawns and Mila stretches noisily with a wide smile. Then he looks to the side and makes a face.- Useless. – she says, looking at Typhon sleeping. – You're lucky you're a good fuck.She gets up and stretches once more. She pokes her head outside the tent, sees the beautiful day, and smiles.Her belly growls.- I'm so hungry I could eat a lion. Where are the blood slaves when I need one?Shrugging her shoulders, she looks at the luxurious bathtub she had come with her from Vienna. Her maid's death has left her without help with small tasks, so she looks at the bed and screams.- Typhon, go light the fire that heats my water. I need to take a bubble bath.- Why the hell do you need a bubble bath in the middle of the forest? And why don't you ask one of the men, I'm not your servant. – he says sleepily.- Don't be useless. Do something. – she says, letting bath salts fall to the bottom of the bathtub.Huffing and puffing, he gets up.Five minutes later, with an evil smile, he l
Rafa was a mess.- I failed the gods and my king. To make matters worse, I'm heartbroken. He lies down on the bed and cries compulsively. He cries so much that he ends up falling asleep. When he wakes up a few hours later, he gets up, looks at the mess he made with the blood, and looks at his new, ruined clothes.Unable to leave the king's room in that state, he folds up his new clothes and leaves them on the king's bed. He folds the bags and places them next to the clothes. Then, he takes the clothes stained with blood and puts them all in the dirty clothes basket together with the bed sheets from his small bed. He looks at the bed now with only the pillow and mattress and lets out a sob of pain. He undressed, quickly showered and put on one of his old outfits. He then put his little possessions in a shopping bag and got ready to leave. He looks at the table where the letter of the king was and goes to Vlad's desk. Take a pen and write: “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry.
Hiding in the sewer that ran from the humans' kitchens to the other side of the wall, Raphael was sad and crying. He had nowhere to go but no longer wanted to be there. He waited for the sun to set, to leave there, without destination. - The sun will go faster every day that I forget this love.Being a vampire had always been what he most wanted to be, even though the plans weren't for him to be transformed within days of turning 18 and never become a vampire after dying.- Maybe I'm not as adult as the gods made me believe I am. Or perhaps falling in love with the king is a betrayal of the gods will. What am I going to do with my life? I can only walk at night, and I have nowhere to go. Perhaps the right thing to do is to give up everything, die, and face the gods' fury.Images ran through his head from when he was little, and his parents would take him to the seaside, where he would sit and watch the sunset. He had never seen the sunrise. Maybe that was the best way to leave that n
Vlad's feet seemed to have a life of their own, and he almost ran out of the palace walls without realizing it. His Guards were surprised when they could not keep up with him. “What am I doing? Why am I going after that brat? I could send the guards. Why does this brat affect me so much? I'm starting to think that the gods are involved in this shit. But what do they want from me?” Vlad was confused and didn't understand why the gods thought he needed a confidant, especially when he was a child around him. What he understood less was how his heart, so calm every day, jumped and raced like crazy every time he thought Rafa could die. His speed increases when he turns towards the coast, and the guards are left behind. When his feet touch the fine sand of the beach, he looks around and feels stupid. The sun hadn't set yet, and Rafa couldn't be there. Shaking his head at his stupidity, he turned his back and began walking back to the palace under the astonished gaze of his guards.A
Not knowing how or what had happened, much less how much time had passed, the girl opens her eyes and, seeing herself naked, screams.Then she looks around and sighs with relief when she sees herself alone.She looks at her naked body, where the marks of the roughly torn-off clothes are visible, but she does not feel that the man has completed his intentions.When the reality of what had happened lights up in his head, she trembles with fear and looks around.Was that a vampire?She remembered the stories her old grandma had told about the vampires that lived near the city, and she had always wished it was more than a fantasy. After all, was it pure reality? And the vampire had saved her? She is even more certain that she made the right decision by running away from a house where she was ignored and traveling to her grandmother with the hope that she, too, would become a vampire.She puts on her torn clothes as best she can and looks around without knowing which direction to take, but