-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)I run to the execution grounds as child like as I possibly can in order to prevent unwanted attention.After a few minutes, I get to the execution grounds and immediately run deeper into the site. To think that no one in the ducal house hold was not aware of this secret location is still beyond me.It is strange but it works out perfectly for me. What is more amazing about the whole thing is that it is a place that no one would ever want to come into in the first place.The stench of the corpses was so pungent that I felt the vomit fighting it’s way up my gut. I am used to it now but it does not change the smell that always seems to cover me anytime that I come hereAfter a few minutes, I finally get to arranged destination and stare at the crows that were having a good time feeding off of the remaining dead bodies.Father has a very sick and twisted way of instilling fear into the servants and common folks of the region. Whenever there is
-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)I have my men everywhere and in every single noble house in the kingdom. I am of course expecting reports from each of them soon to report on what decisions the nobles would be taking in relation to the escape of sister Hazel.“Y-young master, I believe that I have earned your trust now. Only a full would be stupid enough to go against your wishes. Please young master, please I beg of you to take off the collars from our necks. Some of us can not eat and sleep because of the fear that we feel. Please young master we swear our complete loyalty and allegiance to you” he begs as he grovels at my feet in a pathetic manner might I add.I stare down at him with a cold expression on my face and I could not help the feeling of disgust that rises up in my chest.“Coren, I am very disappointed in you. You know what I hate most? I hate dogs who do not follow the will of their master blindly. The moment you became a dog of mine, your body, your skills,
Coren ( the spy)There has always been something that makes me freeze at the sight of the young master. Ever since the first moment we met, I knew that he would forever remain a thorn in my side.I was the master of the guild and very much took pride in that fact. I came from nothing and I built the guilt with the aim of escaping the life that came with being nothing out a poor commoner.I attained a height that so many people converted and received honor from the commoners and even the nobles alike. I thought that I had everything under my feet as I was the one controlling the affairs of the kingdom behind the curtains.However, somewhere down the road, I let the riches, fame and the power occlude my sight and remove my focus from what was truly important to me.I wanted to create a world raft was kind to the commoners and a world where people like me did not have to suffer much in this life.The young master came like a disaster. I can never forget the sight of a four year old pup s
-Hazel-I clutch my dress tightly in my clenched fist as I watch in horror what was happening. I would have never thought that the day which started so beautifully will end up this way.I stares at the grown and I am greeted by the horrible sight of blood. I am scared and the thumping of my heart in my chest was so loud that it was the only sound that could be heard.My vision became blurry and I felt the urgent need to third up all the contents that I had in my stomach. I felt like my heart was very close to jumping out of my chest and my ears were about to explode.The ringing would not stop and I had no idea how to make it stop.I was scared.*Four hours ago*The sounds of nature had become very calming to me and I have gotten used to waking up in such an environment. Actually I believe it is safe to say that I enjoy waking up like this.There were no maids hurrying me to get ready for an unwanted guest that my father had planned for me to meet without my knowledge, no heaps of lett
-Hazel-As he carries me outside, I lay my head on his firm chest and listen to the gentle beating of his heart.His heart beat always has a way of putting my mind to ease. All though I have no luxuries or no tools of comfort, I am safe and happy here.It would be better though, if I am able to take on one or two chores to help Bleu out. I sigh as I remember the last time that I had suggested such a thing.I still remember how pale his face went and the fact that he was visibly shaking. Apparently he thought that my words meant that he was not doing a good job of taking care of me properly. It took hours and hours trying to control and pacify him.I decided not to bring it up again. He would not let me do a thing even though such task was easy.All I do is sleep, eat and get carried around everywhere. I am sure that I have added more weight here and there and if I were to be completely honest, with myself I do not care on but and Clyde does not either.In fact, he made it one of his m
-Bleu-It has been over thirty minutes since I left my little one to go and hunt. Although, I made sure that the area I left her was perfectly safe, I can not help but to be anxious whenever I am not close to her.I will prefer to lose my life than for even a mere scratch to be left on her body. I hav to hurry up and get back to her as fast as I can. The only reason that I decided to hunt in my wolf form in the first place was so that I could hunt quickly.…..I am happy and satisfied.Hazel has made me see that there is more to life than this desolate area. It might not make sense because I have never been any where else before, but it is like she brought the entire outside world with her.I can not explain it but I feel my heart swell with joy and happiness whenever I am around her. Although, it is getting harder and harder to control my desires and my wolf.The dark part of me ants to possess her in every way possible and leave marks on her body. I want to bind her to myself so that
-Bleu-The ringing in my ears did not stop and I could feel my muscles bulge in anger and my veins pulse with range.At first, I could not care less who these men were. All that mattered to me was getting back to my female and making sure that she was safe and sound.But these men seem to be looking for Hazel. They are dangerous. They came here carrying weapons and even wanted to kill me with an arrow. My blood is hit and I steady myself in my attack stance. They will have to go through me and over my dead body before they will ever have a chance to approach Hazel.My wolf is already on high alert and I feel myself struggling to keep control of my subconscious state. These males were very different from the rabid rogues or the beasts that roam the forest. Fighting them in my wolf form may not be the best choice but my wolf is hungry for blood and so am I.“Seriously, we should just kill him and continue with our assignment. We have much ground to cover but I do not believe that the da
-Bleu-The sight of Hazel’s pale form was more than enough for me to forget the male that I had in a chock hold. I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was already making his escape but there is absolutely no way that I am willing to leave Hazel all alone on the ground here.I lift her in my arms and make my way to the stream nearby. I suspected that my lovely female was sensitive to such things as I would always see her visibly flinching whenever I was skinning a mere animal. She would always turn her gaze away whenever things got too bloody.She just have heard the growls and screams and became worried for my safety. This fact brings so much joy into my heart that I could do nothing to stop the wide smile that becomes planted on my face. However, I could still feel the immense feeling of anger that comes up from within me. I should have crushed that male’s head.He is the reason that my sweet female is in this pitiful state. Although I also worry that I may have made the wro
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