-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
-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)“The Marquis has sent word that he would meet you at the guild’s head quarters young master” Helga, my nurse maid speaks up and this causes me to drop the ‘book that I was currently reading.To be honest, I did not know how the Marquis would react to me sending him the decapitated head if one of his servants but I knew that that was the fastest way for me to get his attention.Time is running out and I need an ally. Someone that I can trust to be my hands and feet in the higher society.Two days ago, my men from the guild sent a a distress call to me. It was a very disturbing message. So disturbing that I had to go in person the very next day.Just at the border of the kingdom, they had found a male at the border of the kingdom. Thank moon goddess that I took the initiative to place some men at even the borders of the kingdom. If I had not done that, then this vital information would have gotten to me way too late.The distress call repor
-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)Aha it only makes sense. That was a very pragmatic approach from the crown prince. So much that I am quite impressed that he was even able to come up with such a strategy in the first place.“Yes, we decided to start with the desolate land where exiles are usually banished to. At first, I thought that it would be a complete waste of time as it is highly unlikely that the lady would be able to survive in such a place alone as they place was crawling with rabid rogues and beasts of all kinds. However, we did come across a beast. He looked primitive and gruesome. He was most definitely a rogue but it seemed like he was in perfect control of his consciousness. He could speak and looked bigger than the average male.” He says and pauses almost like he was recalling a tragic event.Well, I guess due to the fact that he lost all of his men, it can be considered a tragic event for me however, i am very well tired dog putting up with this charade. T
-Abel (the last son of the ducal house hold)I listened on and on to the foolish night talk. It was almost as if he was a totally different person and was not just begging for his life a few minutes ago.I will kill Jim but I will do a great service towards him. I will make sure to kill Jim with mercy so that he would not need to suffer. He will have a worse experience Igbo were to somehow inform the crown prince of his existence.“Honestly, I think that the lady has been brain washed or something. Also, she may not be pure any more and that makes her not for to be done the mate of the crown prince and the future Luna of the entire kingdom. To think that she would be living with such a beast. Tsk tsk to think that this is what would become of the great lady Hazel. The crown prince was right to trust the fact that she must have really run away. The entire kingdom will be very shocked once the learned the truth of what had happened. I can only help but imagine the reaction that the Duke
-Hazel-The first thing that I felt was a splitting head ache. I was warm and on something soft but I was in pain. My kind felt groggy and I prepared myself to open my eyes.The light was almost blinding and the head ache grew worse. My eyes were heavy and I could tell that they were without a doubt swollen.I look around to try and gauge my surroundings but for the moment, nothing looked familiar or came to mind. I could hardly see as the light which had the purpose of making me see clearly was almost blinding.If was hard to look at but I blink numerous times to give my eyes time to get accustomed to the blinding light.After a few minutes, everything around me stopped being blurry and I standards to slowly take note of my surroundings. I try to sit up but just like a wave of lightening, I feel pain run through every cervix of my body.I was in pain so I choose to just lie there till the pain wears off. now being able to see clearly, I look around and see that I was in the cave. Pla
-Bleu-I stare into the fire with the feeling of uncertainty and fear. I was afraid and I think that the time had come for me to accept the fact that I had now had a very very palpable weakness.I knew that I my sweet mate will now become a welcomed weakness in my life but by I had never thought that it would be in this gravity.I was afraid and I held down my hands in the hope of making them to stop shaking. I was afraid and at the moment, it seemed like my life force was slowly leaving my body by the minute.I could not understand why she was not awake yet? I have prepared every medicinal herb that mother very shows me in the forest and have fed them to her but she has still not moved not to talk of even opening her eyes.I am afraidWhat do I do? I have all of this strength and survival experience but at this moment, I do not know what to do and have no one that I can turn to for help.Hazel looks pale and this sight makes me even more afraid. Her hair is scattered all around her a
-Bleu-It is plain obvious that she was in serious pain. Although I do not know what it was exactly, from her face, I could tell that she as having a really hard time in this situation.It is to be expected. She must still be experiencing high levels of stress from what happened. I was by her side before I even knew what was happening.Her squeezed the sides of her face and fisted a huge chunk of her golden hair.I quickly and carefully lay her down on the fur from her standing position. Shit!!Shit!!All of this is my fault. I should have worked even harder to protect her. It is my duty as her mate. How can I expect her to remain by my side forever if I can’t even protect her I. Times like these. I have all this strength but I am completely useless when my mate needs me the most. This thought was more than enough to make me angry and I can feel my wolf trying to burst out of my subconscious.I felt a sharp pain run through my spine and through my chest. Just what if… what if I was n
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