I - Knight In Shining Armor

Third Person's Point of View

Flion draws out his katana on the chest of Pervy, one of the members in Black Magics that are serving Severina. 

He blankly stared at Pervy who is dying in his hands, “Werewolves isn't the right one to lead the world of Deshaun; I'm cursing you that your love will cause of your suffering and--” He said, before he totally lost his body air he wants to put a curse on the alpha's son but, before he could finish the ritual, Flion uses his body as a defense to someone who is trying to shoot him with an arrow.

He throws the dead body in the ground before attacking one of the archers that are trying to attack him.

One of them is familiar to him because he is serving them for a long time but he can't let a traitor kill him.

This happens when their tribe doesn't have any time to prepare because the spellcasters announce a sudden war to the Drottghes Tribe that they can't even get help from other tribes.

The dispute between them still doesn't end because until now, the vampires are still on the throne. The spell casters tried to colonize the werewolves and had a plan to attack the other tribes after they defeated the Drottghes family.

“Tell me, Voldemort. Where is my father and why are you attacking me? I'm the Alpha's son!” He shouted to the guy who is now laying on his right hand with a katana pierced on his stomach.

“We never serve you because werewolves like us are not deserving to rule the world of Deshaun, only the Spellcasters have the power to do it!” Voldemort said that makes Flion angry. Before the guy could say another word, he pulled out his katana and swung it on his head. 

After that, the eyes of Flion became red, which is darker than the moon eclipse. He is mad at every traitor that he treats as a friend. 

No punishment suits them but only death. Because of them, the Black Spellcasters know their plan that killed many wolves in their tribe. How can he forgive all of the wolves that turn their back in their own race? They are bullshit for thinking that the Spellcasters can make the World of Deshaun be at peace again when all of the species in their world are greedy for power and authority.

“Your highness, you need to help your father. He is in danger, the other tribes refused to help us and even escaped in the sphere of mortals,” One of his faithful men, Voltaire, was rushing to go in his front to say the bad news. 

“Where is my father?” Flion asked him while trying to transform as a werewolf to go faster in the said location.

“He is in the cult of Severina,” He uttered, the magic powers of their enemy makes him weak, and anytime, he will be dead because of the curse on his body but, before he is out of breath all he wants is to save their tribe and the child that is in the womb of his wife.

Slowly, Flion transformed into a werewolf and tried to howl as loud as he could to get the attention of the other tribe.

But, no one answers back that makes him furious. Voltaire is right, the other tribes refused to help them and he will surely punish the other alpha when he is still alive after the battle.

He needs to save his father at the hand of Black Spellcaster before they totally kill him that's why, he had no choice but to go alone because even, Voltaire can't get up to help him. 

The curse on his body started to get an effect.

When he started to run, Voltaire shouted at him. “Your highness, please save Esmeralda and our baby in her womb,” He said, making Flion nod.

Before he ran, Voltaire bid him goodbye and pierced the metal sword on his chest that killed him. He had no choice but to leave him, there is no cure for black spells that's why they need to kill themselves before the curse makes them a zombie that will serve the Black Spellcaster.

And besides, one of an alpha's traits is they shouldn't let their emotions take over their mind.

He runs as fast as he can, there are so many black spell casters that are trying to attack him but, he hasn't so much time for them until a fire arrow shoots all the bats that makes them drop on the floor.

It's Lovett Lyulph, one of the representatives in Lobstrosfox.

“Greetings, my dearest alpha,” She mumbled before jumping from the top of the mountain, her human form is one of the things she should be proud of because of the exquisite beauty that makes all creatures fall in love with her.

“Where's Esmeralda?” 

“Well, don't worry about her. She is alright now in the hide-out that Lobstrosfox's family made for all the pregnant werewolves, and besides, aren't you worried about me?” Lovett asked while her silver straight hair reflected on the moon. She has amethyst oval-shaped eyes, an oval-shaped face that suits her fair skin, and heavy upper lips. 

It's been a decade since she confessed her love to Flion and because of that, their parents keep pushing them to get married to make their tribe stronger but, he always rejects that idea because Flion believes that there is someone out there that is fated to be his mate.

All of the men on their tribe liked Lovett except him, he usually ignored her beauty and went into the sphere of mortals to hide from her but the woman seduces him when he gets back to their tribe that makes him find a mortal to unleash his lust and to make her hate him but, he always failed because Lovett always scared all the mortals that he brings in his room.

“Tss, I don't have time for this,” He said and started to run but Lovett is following her and protecting him from the creatures that are appearing from the sky.

“Just say that you're thankful to me and I will stop bothering you,” She pouted but, Flion doesn't want to say anything that can make Lovett think that he feels the same way towards her.

“Okay, fine!” She stated and started to go ahead in Flion but, suddenly a harpy appeared from the sky that will attack Lovett. 

“Look out!” Flion roared, and before anything else, he pushed her in the grass that makes the harpy get him.

“Why did you do that?” She scoffed, it's the first time that she saw an ill-meaning monster that has the head of a woman and the body of the bird that is lurking around the forest. 

“I will save you, my alpha!” She screamed and shot the golden arrow on the right eye of the harpy that makes it drop Flion in the ground.

“Gotcha.”

“Are you alright, Flion?” She asked but before she could speak another word. Flion started to transform into his human form and carry Lovett to get away with the harpy that is chasing them.

The throbbing of her chest is so loud that Flion can hear it, “Put me down,” She said, while her cheeks started to be red because of the romantic excitement that she feels.

“Stay put,” He uttered while they are going in the direction where the cult of Black Spellcasters is located. They don't have time for the Harpy and besides, it will stop chasing them soon because the golden arrow that Lovett shoots has poison on it.

“But, I--”

Before she says anything, Flion stops him with a smack kiss that makes her faint.

What a stubborn woman she is.