-In the ducal estate--Asis-I subtly took a fist of the pants that I was currently wearing. Every one on the entire estate could tell that the duke’s mood was very sour and with that, every one did their very best to stay clear of him. Of course, the servants did not have that same luxury as they had to wait on him on a more regular basis.My trusted aide had just informed me that my father had beheaded a messenger and two knights and a part of me does not even know what it is that may have happened for them to deserve such a final punishment.But taut was not the matter that frightened me the most at this very moment. If I want to be very sincere with myself, I was very anxious and is taking every thing in me not to purr in nervousness and anxiety.I am passing by numerous servants and no matter what the situation may be. I must always make sure to uphold the pride and the position that comes with being the eldest son of the Dominix family. How awful and embarrassing it would be if I
-Back at the ducal estate--Asis-The whole office was quiet and if I did not know bay better, I would have believed that time itself stopped. I could not move and every second felt like a hundred. It took quite a lot in me to look up into my father’s eyes and want I saw was more than enough to shake me to the very bones because I knew that this male had the intention to kill and the fact that I was still alive was irking him so.I did not need a seer to tell me that the only reason why I survived was because we were not currently in his office. The private parlor that we were in, was designed in such a way that he stood on an elevated platform and we were lower than he was. I do not know whether the change in location was the reason why I had survived but I am grateful that I did.With the speed and the force that he used to throw the case towards me, my very skull may have been crushed. Not being able to hold myself, the fear finally gripped me and I fell to my knees. From the corne
-Back at the ducal estate-(Henon)I knew that there was some thing wrong when farther called for us to his private parlor and jot his office. I had not even yet known that he had beheaded three males but I knew that there was some thing wrong.The power and the sense of loyalty was shifting in the kingdom at a very fast rate and I know that it all has to do with the fact that my sister, Hazel is now the Lunari. At first father had thought that this was some things that he could use to his advantage to be able to rise to even greater heights of power and there was no doubt that he even planned to use this against the members of the royal family themselves.I mean imagine that the person that has been prophesied to rule over the entire were wolf race was your daughter. I do not know of any noble on the kingdom that would not jump at taking advantage of such a situation. Father even went ahead to send numerous letters but for some reason, they always end up getting returned and the worst
Back at the ducal estate (Asis)I was sure that I would be dying. I had resigned to my fate and the only thing that I wished for was that the pain would stop. The tears did not stop and at this moment, I regret doing so many things that I have done in my life. I have down this same act times with out number to many servants, so much that I would never be able to give an exact number on the number on servants.I have inflicted this sort of pain times when I was angry and I thought it meant that I was powerful to be able to hold some one’s life in my hands. But now that reverse was the case, I can now feel the exact fear that they felt. The fear of watching some one take your life and watch them enjoy every moment of it. I also remember thinking that those servants were very pathetic to degrade themselves to a sobbing and pleading state when I did what I did but now, I am doing the exact same thing.Why did I do that? What did we do all that we did? What are we like this? I do not like
-Back at the ducal estate-(Abel, the last don of the ducal house hold) The moment father sent out that messenger in secret, I was already well aware of the fact before the male had the chance to even leave the estate itself and j was already well aware of the contents of the letter that father had for my sister, Hazel.In the letter, he was basically demanding her to come back to the estate and perform her duties as the daughter of the Duke. Of course when father means that she should come back and preform her duties, no doubt that he meant that she should come back and behave like a good tool that he can use to be able to amass even more power in the kingdom.I aways knew that the were wolf that was my father, was proud as he was very shame less. I can not help but just wonder how he will react once he sees that I have taken every thing that he had ever worked for away from him and I also plan to make sure that once he has fallen, he would never be able to rise back up again.I had
-Back at the ducal estate-(Abel, the last son of the ducal house hold)Teh walk to this private parlor was definitely farther than if I were to go from my room to his private study. I let out a tsk because it is at moments like these that I am harshly reminded of the fact that that I still have the body of a pup.Although my mental capacity, may have surpassed all of my peers by age, I guess if does not change the fact that there is a thing such as natural biology in this world.“Would you like me to pick you up young master? Not only would it be easy on you but it would give you more than enough time to get yourself in character” my nurse maid says and I almost let out a chuckle.That is definitely a unique way of her saying that she knows that I am tired and that I should not be ashamed to be lifted just like a pup would. If it were any other day, I would have already started to prepare myself to be able to play the role of a dumb pup and run around the entire estate but I am done w
-back at the ducal household-(Abel, the lady son of the ducal house hold)To my surprise, I was the first one here. My brothers were usually the ones that made themselves available the moment that father announced for our presence. I do not know why he kept requesting for me as well when he knew and believed that I was nothing but an impertinent pup.How ever, I was grateful that I still had the chance to get in to his office from time to time. I was able to head conversations and even gain knowledge and intel this way.I gulped and entered in to the parlor. What i saw was more than enough to let a grown male visibly shiver in fear. What more would one expect from a pup like me.His eyes were orange tinged and even though he still had his two legs and his entire body was not covered in fur, I did not need a seer to know that it was his wolf that was currently calling the shits.I have never seen father in wolf form and that much is to be expected seeing as the nobility think that it i
In the building of the guild.-Asis-My eyes were open but all I saw was black. I also noticed that I could not move any part of my body almost like I was chained to some thing that would be impossible to love. I felt dizzy as I feel the blood rush to my brain.I try to remember what it is that has happened hit I am only greeted with a blurry image. No matter how hard I try, the last thing that I remember is my father, the Duke using all of his power and his rage to hurl a vase towards me. I thought I had been able to leave that incident unscathed but it seems like I may have been hurt or some thing.Or…..am I dead. If not for the situation that I was currently in then what I was doing at the moment would be very comical. I was sure that my eyes were open but no matter how wide I try to open them, there was nothing that I could do to make me see anything, not even a ray of light.Did father remove my eye balls, or maybe I am in the darkest part of the under ground cells that we have i
The room was cloaked in an air of hushed anticipation as the Lunari delicately unfurled the parcel, its contents bearing the weight of fate itself. It was a moment she had known would come, a premonition that had settled in the depths of her being long before the package arrived. The letters from the royal capital were like echoes from a distant realm, carrying news that could only mean one thing - the alpha king, the cornerstone of their world, had breathed his last.As she traced the elegant script with her eyes, a solemn understanding washed over her. This missive from the crown prince was a harbinger of change, a signal that the tides of power were shifting, leaving them in an uncharted sea. She couldn't help but wonder about the implications, the intricate dance of politics and destiny that would unfold in the wake of this revelation.Beside the royal decree, an unopened letter from her father, the Duke, sat in patient repose. Its presence seemed to pulse with a quiet insistence,
The council room was steeped in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft echo of the crown prince's chilling words. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, each person present acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. The crown prince's eyes bore into the assembled councilmen, his gaze unwavering, demanding answers.As the room held its breath, a faint shiver passed through the air. The flickering torchlight cast long, menacing shadows across the marble floor, amplifying the sense of foreboding that permeated the space. The scent of blood, thick and metallic, clung to the air, a stark reminder of the violent act that had just transpired.The crown prince's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and commanding, as he addressed the room. His words hung in the air, charged with a potent mix of anger and sorrow. The weight of his grief was palpable, a heavy burden that now rested squarely on his shoulders.A cold wind swept through the chamber, rattling the windows and causing the f
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was only logical for the council members to assume that the crown prince's clenched grip on his sword was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance against his father's assailant. They were caught in a precarious balance between self-preservation and the looming threat of Luna's wrath, knowing that any move they made could tip the scales one way or the other.As he advanced, each step seemed to reverberate with an icy resolve, a demeanor they had never witnessed before in the young prince. Their apprehension grew, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the impending confrontation. They braced themselves for the worst, their minds racing to fathom the depths of the tragedy that had befallen their kingdom. Yet, before they could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, the crown prince closed the distance to his fallen father, the alpha king, who lay in a grim pool of his own lifeblood.In that solemn moment, t
In the shadowed recesses of the council chamber, where once camaraderie flourished, now lingered the specter of betrayal. The nobles, who had dared to defy the very foundation of their kingdom, stood undeterred by the enormity of their transgression. This audacious act, had fate been kind, would have warranted immediate and severe retribution. Yet, an eerie calm settled upon them, a disconcerting absence of remorse.The lifeless form of the alpha king lay sprawled, a silent witness to the treachery that had unfolded. The air, heavy with the acrid scent of spilled blood, bore no trace of mourning. Instead, it pulsed with whispered conspiracies and urgent deliberations. They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans.In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-l
-the alpha king-The council chamber, bathed in an icy stillness that belied its usual warmth and bustle, bore witness to an unprecedented convergence. Every council member, typically punctuality's foe, had gathered with astonishing swiftness. As the alpha king, accustomed to the customary delays, this unexpected promptness spoke volumes.Today marked a turning point. The shackles of trepidation that once bound my decisions concerning the kingdom had been shattered. The room held its collective breath, hanging on my every word."We shall relinquish our forces to the Lunari forthwith," I proclaimed, and in that heartbeat, the chamber was ablaze with discord.Bedlam reigned. Councilors, once eloquent and composed, now hurled vehement objections into the air. It was a predictable response. These blue-blooded aristocrats, entrenched in their pride and privilege, preferred to forfeit their very existence than to entertain the notion of coexistence with the common folk. The cacophonous diss
-The royal palace in the royal capital-(The alpha king)As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grandeur of the royal palace, the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The news of Lunari's audacious act had rippled through the kingdom like wildfire, igniting tensions that had long smoldered beneath the surface. In the opulent chambers, adorned with tapestries that bore the stories of generations past, I stood, my gaze fixed upon the butler, his countenance etched with a solemnity that mirrored the gravity of the circumstances. His eyes, pools of unwavering loyalty, met mine, conveying a silent understanding that silence, in this moment, was not the answer. The tale unfurled before us like a dark tapestry woven with threads of betrayal and ambition. The Lunari, once a faction bound by honor and tradition, had chosen the path of conflict, their declaration of war echoing through the halls of power. The severed head of a noble, a sinister messag
-The royal palace in the royal capital-In the heart of the regal citadel, where once the splendor of the Lunari dynasty radiated, now resided a somber stillness that seemed to permeate every stone and corridor. The air, once filled with the harmonious symphony of diligent servants, now hung heavy with an icy chill, bearing witness to the stark transformation that had befallen the palace. It stood as a solemn sentinel, a shadow of its former self, as if the very essence of its majesty had been drained, leaving behind a hollow echo.Gone were the days of unabashed pride and the regal dignity that had been synonymous with the palace's walls. The tapestries that once adorned the grand halls, illustrating the illustrious history of the Lunari lineage, now seemed to droop mournfully, their vibrant colors faded and their threads whispering tales of antiquity. The once-lustrous marble floors, painstakingly polished to a gleaming finish, now bore the marks of neglect, their surface marred by
-the estate of Baron Penin-In that pivotal moment, when those potent words escaped her lips, the very fabric of the atmosphere seemed to ripple in response. The air, once tempered, now carried an icy edge, a stark contrast to the fiery loyalty that surged within the hearts of those who stood witness. It was as if an unspoken covenant had woven its threads through their souls, binding them in unwavering allegiance to the Lunari cause, compelling them to enact her every decree.The hooded figures, shrouded in mystery, moved with an eerie precision. They orchestrated the Baron's elder brother to kneel, an act of submission, his head inclined in humble obeisance before their leader. Behind her, Bleu loomed, an indomitable presence, his unwavering stance a testament to his dedication. He was more than a mere sentinel; he was a guardian, ensuring that the path she chose was one she would walk without hindrance, regardless of the toll it may exact.Yet, beneath this veneer of resolute deter
-the estate of Baron Penin-The older brother of the Baron, a figure consumed by a potent mixture of determination and desperation, finds himself on the precipice of a battle that carries the weight of familial legacy and ancestral honor. It is a struggle forged in the crucible of betrayal, for his once-beloved sibling squandered the abundant riches and estates bestowed upon him by their forefather. What remains is a mere specter of the man who once strode the halls of opulence, now reduced to a name, a title, and the grim reality of scraping for morsels of sustenance. The resurgence of an opportunity, a glimmering chance to reclaim fragments of the opulent past, beckons forth a resolve that courses through his veins, an unwavering determination to seize back the glory that once defined their noble werewolf lineage.He harbored a misplaced confidence, underestimating the resilience and strength that coursed through the veins of the Lunari. In his hubris, he envisioned her as a mere fo