-Bleu-Today started like any other day day for Bleu. He rose up before the sun graced the village with its presence to go and patrol the home and surroundings of he and Hazel’s home.He did not know why but he very much knew that those men that wore shiny apparel and carried those slim and ridiculous weapons may be back and this time, they might succeed in taking Hazel away from him. This was not some thing that he was willing to bargain with and even just entertaining the mere thought of it was more than enough to push him over the edge.Every morning and every evening before he returns home, he makes sure to do his daily patrols. He had made sure never to forget the scent that caught from those males that day but so far, he had not caught even a whiff of the scent.The o trio would have gone by very quickly if he turned in to his wolf and gave his wolf full control. However, his little mate warmed him against shifting in this village. Apparently, his wolf was way bigger than the ave
-Bleu-Bleu was at peace and he wished for any thing that time would stop in this exact moment. Hazel had king fallen asleep on his chest as she was exhausted from the time that they had just shared. He stared out of the little window that they had and it took every thing in him for him not to go let out a growl in anger.He did not know when he was doing it but he even went as far as to send a short prayer to the moon goddess herself for her to delay the rising of the sun hit of course nature took its course. The sun’s rising meant that as the male, he needed to go out to work and that meant leaving his beautiful mate, some thing that he hated doing more than any thing in this world.The sun was now high in the sky and now, he no longer had a reason to be here. From the distance he could hear that the hustle and bustle of the village had already began thanks to his sharp hearing. With a final squeeze and a kiss on Hazel’s head he let it a sigh as he carefully entangles himself from he
-Bleu-The more I am in this position, the more anxious I get. It is not too much for me to say that this she wolf disgusts me in every way. I look around hoping that some one would be able to come to my aid but to my greatest surprise, all that I was greeted with was the faces of males that honed nothing but envy and disdain.I do not know why this is the case and I do jot in any way find this female appealing in bay way. I feel her release more and more of her pheromones in an attempt to seduce me but it may be would have been a different case if she was well aware of the ca to that I was doing every thing that I possibly could and using every power that I had to control my wolf not to tear her in to pieces.The only she wolf that has the right and will ever have the right for as king as I live to act in such a manner with me is my Clematis.“I have never seen a male as fine as you in this village before” she says in a sickly voice and as time goes by, the more I am even closer to lo
-Baron Penin-I have never met the head of the guild in person and even though I am quite curious of who the person may be, a part of me clearly knows that I am not even entirely sure if truly I want to know. I have a feeling that I would definitely be surprised but there are times in life that ignorance is truly a gift and it may be better to kept in the dark at times.Now that I have read the contents of the letter, I know better than any one that the safest thing for me to do is to act according to his wishes as soon as possible. There is nothing that I will ever benefit from making such a powerful man angry. He could easily take all of this away from this with a blink of an eye and no one would even question it.I turn to my butler and he gives me a nod as well. It did prove useful to have him read the letter with me as well. “You do not need to say much sir for I will put out the notice in very corner of the village before the day ends.
-Baron Penin- When I first got full authority over Peon village, the next thing that I knew I needed more than any thing was a competent associate that I would be able to trust even with my very life. That is one lesson that I came to learn from my father.I needed a loyal servant that would be able to handle tasks just by reading my expressions 8’ certain situations and hence I was in no rush to hire some body till i met my butler. It took months and I had to do all of the work alone but I knew that it would be even harder for me in the long run if I were to get a butler that was either incompetent or a butler that could not be trusted.It was quite stressful for a while until the day that I found Jonathan. When I met him, I had decided to go round the village to see things for myself as I was yet to find a servant that I could trust with my eyes closed. I was giving the right policies but who is to say that the vassals were actually carrying out my ordered in the correct manner or
-Baron Penin-“If it truly as you say master then I do not think that it would be a bad idea for us to look in to the matter discreetly. You do not need to worry at all. I would personally see to it and make sure that not even a mouse would be able to trace is. Why would a powerful man like the head of the guild be looking for some one who just happens to have the features of the purest offspring that the imperial family can ever hope to produce. I believe that there is definitely some thing more to this matter your grace” Jonathan said and I let it a deep sigh.At this moment I was reminded of a popular saying that my father always told me while I was still growing up in our estate in the royal capital. “Never wish to know more than you can handle” father would always say and this causes me to let out yet another deep sigh.If I want to be very sincere with myself, I am very very curious about what is to me and I can no longer deny the feeling in my heart. What ever it is about this m
-Baron Penin-This time, I did not only let it out a deep sigh but I could feel a head ache threatening to split apart my very head. I do not know for what reason she could be screaming like that but no doubt that whatever it was that happened, was her fault and she alone takes the blame.The court yard is filled to the brim with males from all over the village trying to register for the fighting contest. It would not be hard to believe that she had may be done some thing to insult or tarnish the image of one of them. “Please master, I do not wish for you to stress yourself with such trivial issues. I will go ahead and see what it is that is happening and do very thing in my power to solve the issue” Jonathan said and I could jot help the sigh that leaves my mouth yet again.Honestly if Jonathan were a young she wolf that I would have mated him a long time ago. Although I want nothing to do with this matter, it may look bad if I were to ignore what my niece had done and do not come t
-Baron Penin- If it were not for Jonathan that was behind me to keep me steady and give me the adequate support, then I would have defintely fainted before every one that was present here. I was desprately trying to assess the scene that was before me but the more that i tries, the more ridiculous the whole thing seemed. Of course, I have heard of the reports regarding my niece and the way tthat she has chosen to frolick with different males in the village but never has it ever come to this point. As her uncle, I have tried to lead both her and her brother on the right path but i guess that saying that blood does not lie is very much true. But, If i were to be very very honest with myself, there was a dark side of me that was very pleased with the fact that the children of my older brother were adopting his own life style and making the same mistakes that he did when he was growing up. This same dark side wishes to contiue to feed their entitlement and selfish personalities. I have t
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