-Elizabeth- (the daughter of Baron Penin)Elizabeth knew that now that the Lunari from the prophecies had resurfaced, protection would be tight around the estate. Even now, she was taking a very huge risk by doing what she was about to do. With the letter held tightly to her chest, she carefully made her way out of the main building being careful to use the advantage of the darkened to escape.Of course, when it came to werewolves, darkness was bit something that could hinder them, she knew this but the only reason why she was able to make it thus far in the first place was due yo the fact that the Baron himself had ordered every resource that was tied to protection in the estate to be tailored towards the Lunari. The order was so rigid that even the knights that had been protecting her were taking away from her service.This was yet another reason why her pride was badly hurt. Up until the Lunari surfaced, she was admired by all and so many of the females of the kingdom envied her. S
-Unknown POV-Finally, I have completed the task, but I have to say, I did not really have faith in the plan of the crown prince.The reason for this thought was not because I thought that he was incompetent or anything like that. I did however have this notion because I strongly believe that there was no way that there would be people that would be foolish enough to try and hurt the Lunari from the prophecy.I knew that it was possible for the crown prince as he had his own strong reasons but what would two individuals with no power or wealth to their name agree to this in the first place?Are they so blind and greedy that they cannot can see that the crown prince has no intention of being involved in the matter if hey chance something we’re ti go wrong or worse, they are ti be caught.The letters that he gave the both of them have been laced with magic. In a couple of more hours, the insignia if the crown prince will disappear but he also went a step further.I do not know how he wa
-Hazel-It has been a long day and as days go by, the more I am starting to doubt my decision. For some reason, I feel like the moon goddess is deciding my fate for me and that is not something that sits right with me.A year ago, what I wanted for myself was to live a quiet life in the middle of nowhere and be happy but now, I am not even sure what it is be that I want anymore. This heavy burden that has been thrown on my shoulders, I am not sure if truly, I have the power to carry it.The people see me as a being that must be worshipped and I know that no matter how hard I try, i would not be able to get my normal life back. The only solace in all of this is the fact that Bleu remains by my side. We were currently in the chambers that the Baron had prepared for us…: well for me. If the people had the power, they would throw Bleu out without a second thought as they think that he is just a blemish at my side.I let out a breathe and turn to face him. He was sound asleep. Well, that
-Hazel-It was like every part of my body had been struck witch some sort of force. I looked around the room and now, my sense were even sharper than ever. The part of it all that was more than enough to shock me was the fact that the sky that was once dark and void of the moon and any stars, now held the moon in all its glory.For a while I did not move a muscle as I stared out to the moon. If I did not know any better, I would have believed that I was in a trance. This was how I felt when I first awakened as the Lunari. I do not know whether it is possible for me to get accustomed to this overwhelming power that is coursing through my body. At this moment, I feel so powerful that if I wished to challenge the royal family and all their forces, I would be able to win the battle with out too much of an effort but that was the least of what was on my mind at the moment.I felt like there was something thing I needed to do. It was like I was attuned to some thing to some one. There was so
-Hazel-We continued to stare at each other for a while and the more that I stared not his eyes, the more the flashes of what he and his species have gone through counties to invade and assault by kind with no mercy. At this point, I was not sure why I was crying.It could be that I was crying because the moon goddess was bleeding eve feelings into me, it could be that I was sad at just how wicked the were wolf race had become even to their own kind it it could be that I was genuinely sad and angry about what this male had to go through and the things that he had to do to be able to keep his people safe.He looks very different from the drawings that I gazed upon. The Icari always liked so noble in the texts but now looking at him, I did not need a deer to tell me that this male had properly not eaten in a couple of days.Thank the moon goddess that my mother and Alice some how summoned the courage to get me out of the ducal estate before it was too late. Only the moon goodness knows
-Back at the ducal estate-The Duke himself had been hearing of the news from the Penin village as he himself took it in himself to plant very talented spies in the village to feed him with every little detail that pertains to his daughter.The news that he had been receiving was more than enough to disturb any one that was in his position. He knew that he and his daughter did not share any emotions towards each other and that also he had not been the best of fathers towards her.However, he did not feel any remorse towards this one fact as this was what it meant to be a noble in the kingdom. He had performed his own duty of birthing the next generation and taking his stand as the Duke of the kingdom. It was only right that his own offerings did their own work for the betterment of the family.This was what he thought and this was one thing that had been informing every decision of his over the years.He believed that his daughter would still be tied to the fact that he was her father
-back at the ducal estate-The Duke himself had resigned in his mind to have a serious talk with the royal family but first, he would rather preferred to be known as dead sense for him to allowed this male walk out of his office alive.With out hun even thinking about it, he let out a thunderous growl as he called for the knights in front of his office to come in.“Guards, take this man to the cells!!!” The Duke bellowed and almost immediately, two knights that were well suited came into his office and each of them held the messenger by each arm.At this point, the Duke was very much used to start hearing. Egging, pleading and even cries but to his utter dismay, the male were wolf stood still with a cold look on his face.It was clear that this male did not in any way fear him and the look of disrespect was more than enough to anger the Duke. He was contemplating killing him right here and now, but he wished to do it in the open in front of the common were wolf so that they can remembe
-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
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