-Hazel-It took a while to finally calm the she wolf down and I immediately ordered that she be put under my direct service. For the time that I have been in the Baron’s estate, I have refused to have a personal maid under me because I am reminded of when I was still in the ducal estate.I would be folkish enough to trust the maids that were out over me because I thought they understood me and that they could be trusted with out any doubt.I never knew how foolish that thought was. I later found out that they had been planted there by my father, the Duke himself and he had first hand information in everything and any thing that concerned my life.It is only bridal that i would think that the Baron or any one of his vassals plan to do the same as well. It did take a while but I was finally able to calm her down.Her name is Ava and it was clear that she had been holding in her pain for so long that when she finally had the opportunity to express herself, she had no idea on how she was t
-Hazel-In the dinning hall was some one that I he never had the opportunity to have a heart to heart with but she was some one that very one in the higher society and in the nobility knew of. She was so powerful that it was rumored that the alpha king did not have any hope for rising to his current position with out her. Her entire form radiated power and confidence and it was clear that she had come here for some thing.I had heard father talking about her before as he was completely annoyed that a she wolf would even be able to command the kind of power that she did but even my father the Duke, never even dared to cross her part even once for he also feared what she could do and the kind of power that she can control.There was even once a time when propels believed that she had some sort of authority over the guild and hence, controlled the entire kingdom in the shadows. She is very prideful and she is a she wolf that is known to never lower her standards no matter what the case m
-In the dinning hall-(Hazel)“Being her before me” she ordered her knights, well at least the ones that had a blind sense of loyalty towards her and did not seem to care whether I was the Lunari or not. It was very funny but at this very moment, the fist thing that came to my mind was how cracked her lips were, meaning that she just have been chewing in them prior to this encounter.She is actually very anxious and she doing every thing in her power to appear like her power has not been shaken one but neither is it being threatened. Her blonde hair reminds me of the crown prince’s hair and at this very moment, I can not help but think that there has to be a very good reason for her to come all the way despite her sense of pride.Three knights began to make their way over to me but even to my greatest surprise, I did not feel even an ounce of fear.It was almost as if I was on cloud June and I was staring at ants running about in the floor beneath my feet. For the first time, I was ac
-Bleu-I may not know much about the things of this new world that I have been exposed to hut one thing that I know is that to be able to make my mate happy, I just do all that I can to adopt to this new world.I do not have the status or the wealth that the Baron has, but I will do every thing in my power to make sure that she is happy and that I can do my own little part to make sure that she is able to do all that she wants to do.If i were to be very honest with myself, I have been subtly avoiding Hazel and my inner wolf is doing every thing that it can to practically claw its way out of my subconscious. I have been avoiding her not because we have been on bad terms or any thing like that but because I felt inadequate to be standing next to her.Am I really the male that she deserves? When we were still in the deserted swampy area, i had a lot that I could offer because I hunted for food and also worked hard to provide her shelter. How ever, when we came out of that place, the dyn
-Bleu-The bushes continue to shake even more violently and then you that who ever it was that has been following me, was about to make their appearance. The reaction came to me, in an instant. Before I could even try to control myself, my canines appeared and and I did not need to see my reflection before I could tell that my eyes were already a mixture of orange and my green ones.I got in to another attack position so that the moment that I felt even the slightest hint of a threat, I would attack before who ever it was even ever had the holy to defend themselves. How ever, after a few minutes of obvious hesitation and fear, I could mot believe my eyes.The person that came out of the bushes was indeed hit a were wolf as I had never seen a were wolf with such an appearance and even thought I knew that I had never seen such a creature, that there must have been a very good reason for why he decided that ig was a good idea to follow me. The creature had wings and a very weird color
-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)The day of the fighting contest is here and I am for one pleased that I can finally see the fact of the bastard that claims it be the mate of my beloved sister. To be able to be able to properly protect her, I had to make myself known as the master of the guild. Honestly, the entire royal capital is still in a pandemonium knocking that the master of the guild, the association that has been known to rule the kingdom from the shadows, an association so powerful that even the nobles do not dare cross the oath of its members.Soon, I will fully take control over the ducal estate and the royal capital at large but I first have find out what my sister’s plans are. Hazel is now the Lunari and practically the moon goddess in our world. Jo doubt that she may always be in danger and he may require power tone able to rival that of the nobility and that if the higher society. It is some thing that I can do for her as I wish to be by her side no matter
-Elizabeth (daughter of the Baron)The twilight cast long shadows as the day's events unfurled, and the culmination of meticulous planning seemed to loom before me. While I had often harbored resentment toward my birth father's penchant for patience, I begrudgingly acknowledged the wisdom in his approach. Waiting for the right moment, for the perfect convergence of circumstances, had granted me a vantage point that promised a certain degree of success.In the midst of the grand spectacle that was the fighting contest, I allowed myself a moment of grim satisfaction. The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of anticipation and tension, a fitting backdrop for the orchestration that was about to unfold. The sights and sounds of the arena seemed to be in stark contrast to the darkness that resided within me, a darkness that had been nurtured over time and now sought its release.My thoughts turned to the bottle of poison concealed within the folds of my attire, a vial that held the potenti
-Bleu-As I gazed upon the unfolding spectacle of the fighting contest, a sense of urgency surged within me. While the grandeur of the event and the elaborate displays of combat held the attention of the masses, my thoughts were fixed on Hazel—my sister, the Lunari, and the bearer of an unexpected power that had thrown my plans into disarray.Time was of the essence, and I knew that I had to swiftly conclude my involvement in the fighting contest in order to return to Hazel's side. My heart held a fierce determination to safeguard her, to ensure that no harm befell her, especially in the midst of the chaos that seemed to encircle us.I found myself relying on the words of that enigmatic Icari, Renin, whom I had encountered in the woods. His claim that the Lunari's essence was imbued within me had ignited a newfound sense of responsibility. Renin's assurance that he would ensure Hazel's safety by meticulously tasting everything that came her way provided a semblance of relief, a thread
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