Chapter 103 -Baron Penin_ I knew for a fact that just from the fact the guild ,aster himself had taken interest in some thing, that what I would find out would be some thing with the potential to turn the entire kingdom upside down. I for one knew this one simple fact but never in my wildest imagination would I have ever thought of this. In fact, if some one had told me that one day, the Lunari from the five hundred year old prophecy would awaken then I would have prayed to the moon goddess herself to pray for the soul of such a person as I would have thought with out even as much as a shred of a doubt that such a were wolf had lost their minds. But, to think that I would with my very own eyes witness such a thing happening in my own court yard and even have the honor of hearing the moon goddess speak is some thing that I am still having trouble wrapping my mind around. This changes every thing that the kingdom had been up to for the last centuries. She is the daughter of the duke a
-Baron Penin-I begin to make way over to the Lunari and j catch sight of my niece known to manny people as my daughter, still lying there on the ground, her existence king forgotten with the new turn of events.But perhaps, she could be of some use to me. She could be the conversation starter that I was looking for.The plan was to hide under the guise of concern for my foolish niece and ask for forgiveness. I should spread word that it was in Peon village ghatgg V the Lunari chose to awaken but first…. I should of course get in contact with the guild master as soon as I can. The Lunari may be the ruler to the public, but I do not think that it would change the fact the the guild will always be the ruling power in the shadows.Worth out thinking too much about the plans in my head, I start to make my way over to her and the moment ragtag I get before her, I immediately get down on my knees and bared my neck tk her as a sign of absolute submission.Although one of the reasons why I ado
-The story of the prophecy-Long ago, in a time when legends danced upon the earth, there existed a land shrouded in mystery and enchantment. This was a world where mystical creatures dominated the earth and did as they pleases. Nature was the ruler of all and the main law in these times were be weak and die. There was nothing like the were wolves yet as they were yet to be created. This was how the the world operated, until one day the moon itself brought forth a powerful woman. It was like the moon had decided to make her in its own image. Her hair was white as snow and her eyes like melted silver. From every part of her body came out light like one had never seen before. Apart from the beauty that she possessed, she also controlled so much power that it was more tan neighbors to make the mystical creatures of the earth tremble in fear. She was also mysterious, going and coming as she so pleased and having relations with the moon was some thing that no matter how hard that they tried
-Crown Prince Inas-The ambience in the palace was currently one of peace and serenity but it was some thing completely different that was going on in my heart and if I were to be sincere, I ma sure that the other members of the royal family where currently going through the same turmoil that I wasAt this very moment, my office is in an utter mess if I were to be completely honest with myself, I did not care one bit. It was like there was a storm that was brewing in my heart, and nothing would be able to come down. Actually, I think the real reason I feel this way is because I am scared. I am very very scared, but I will not allow myself to come in to acceptance of the fact that I was indeed very afraid.I put my hands on my head and it takes every ounce of energy that I can muster to stop myself from crying. I am the crown, prince of the kingdom, and that’s all times, and must continue to maintain the dignity that comes to that position. But it is very hard and I start to feel a he
-Back at the ducal estate-The Duke had summoned his three legitimate sons to his office which is some thing that rarely happens in the ducal estate. The only time he does that was when they were either in trouble or he had some thug very serious to discuss with them. Some thing that would no doubt have a great effect on their future and of course the destiny of who eve it is that would end up becoming the heir of the ducal title.On receiving the duke’s hmm on, it did not take king for the three sins to gather in his office standing and waiting for him to say what it is that he wanted to say. It had been some days since the divine message was revived regarding the high of the Lunari and of course, investigations were done by the ducal house hold to find out more about the situation. What the Duke had found out was shocking to say the least. They were all gathered and standing in front of the duke’s desk in his office as they had Nono the echo ice tan to wait for him to finish up the
-Back at the ducal estate-Indeed, it was some thing that was more than enough to keep some one confused and in a daze and for the first time in Abel’s life, he truly felt power less and even incompetent. It would be near impossible for him to be able or hide the fact that his sister is in fact the Lunari and he knows gang with out even as much as a shred of doing in him that she hates what has happened with every fiber of her being. Any other were wolf would have been thrilled to be hand selected by the moon goddess herself to rule over the entirety of the were wolves race but not his sister, Lady Hazel for even when she lived as the inky daughter of the Duke of the kingdom and as na omega as well, not once did his ever let the power get it her head, not once did she ever act in an arrogant manner. In fact she could not help but loath the fact that she was in the position that she was in the first place. Perhaps that is why in fact, she was chosen by the moon goddess herself.The whol
-Elizabeth ( the niece/daughter of the Baron Penin)I may live in a small village but I hav ever told times with out hunger that Peon village was one that could start shoulder to shoulder to the royal capital itself. It so much true that I do not waste any expense in making sure that I am able to attend every social gathering that I have been invited to even if it meant that I would have to go all the way to the royal capital. I very much know that I am joe the real daughter of the Baron but that does not mean that the outside world needed to be aware of that little detail as well. I have every thing at my finger tips and if there is any thing that I want, all I need to do is to make a demand and it is brought at my feet immediately. I am the she wolf that every other she wolf in the village gossips about because of pure jealousy Ay the life that I am opportune to live. If only they would be honest with themselves, they would see that from the very bottom of their hearts, all that the
-Elizabeth ( the niece/daughter of the Baron Penin)I scoffed and scoffed again as I tried to stop myself from laughing. Well I do not blame her for dreaming. There was a time that I thought that the mere thought of fated partners was very romantic and just the thought of having some one that the moon goddess made just for me was more tanned enough for me to swoon and make butter flies to flutter in my lower belly but all of that was when I was just a pup.I have now come to understand the harsh reality of life and the society that we live in. The concept of caters partners has been long lost and there are hardly ever record these days of such happening. At least you could hear some happenings of were wolves finding their fated partners from time to time among the commoners but it would indeed be considered legendary is such were or be heard among the nobility. For you see, all that the members of the nobility and of the higher society are concerned with is not happiness of having a fu
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