-Hazel-It has been days once since the whole event of the divine message and me being known as the Lunari from the prophecies.It has been very hard so much that all that I did was to pass out for three days. The days that I was unconscious, I was plagued with nightmares from the time when I was still known as the omega daughter of the Duke and I could not explain but it was like a rope had been tied around me neck to stop me from leaving. I could not help but feel like I was being trapped and my freedom was being stolen from me yet again. The only thing that made the whole experience a little bearable was the fact that Bleu was with me every time.Baron Penin gave us the biggest room in the estate and the servants here treat us like we are actually the owner of the mansion instead. If I did not know bay better, then I would have believed that I was the moon goddess myself. Every where that I went, people looked at me which such reverence in their eyes so much that at times that it so
-Hazel-“We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari ““We greet you your highness, the Lunari “The moment that I sat down at the head of the table, everyone that was in attendance in the dining hall immediately started to say their greetings, one after the other, and you took every ounce of power and energy that I had to make sure that my facial expression did not depict the level of discomfort that I was feelin
-Elizabeth (Daughter/niece of Baron Penin)Nothing has been the same since that snow wolf came in. At first, when she dared to lay her hands on me in such a manner, I thought for sure that I would be able to easily get back at her. After all, all that he was was nothing more than commoner she wolf that lived in the out skirts of the village. She was some one that I could easily trample on even with my eyes closed…. Or do I thought for I have never been more wrong.Not only does she have that monster as a mate, but now every one on the village is practically worshiping her like she is the moon goddess herself. She is heavily guarded and what is even worse is that the budget that has been allocated do me by the Baron himself has been reduced to such a measly amount that I am no longer able to afford my life style even if I wanted to. I am left alone and practically forgotten in this place and the more that I see her face around, the more I am filled with an unexplainable rage from the ve
-Elizabeth (Daughter/niece of Baron Penin)Even if there was indeed going to be the fulfillment of the five hundred year prophecy, what on earth was the moon goddess thinking when she appointed such an important role to a mere commoner she wolf like that. It irks me that every one in the kingdom now has to obey her every word like she was the moon goddess herself. I for one would not accept to live such a life for as long as I breathe.Before her arrival. I was the talk of the village and every were wolf be it a member of the higher society, or the common class wanted to be affiliated with me in one way or the other. Males were things that i could easily command to do much every bidding. When I walked, stares flowed me and I relished on the moments but now, they all treat me like I do not exist in the first place and I do not appreciate it one bit.Every morning, even the guards stand in front of her room window to say a word of prayer after which they practically fight themselves in
-Back at the ducal estate-“Older sister?” bale the last son of the ducal estate called out innocently but just as if a mere fly was buzzing around in the office of the Duke, he was blatantly ignored, like he never said anything in the first place.Immediately, after, the conversation continued, and he was shifted into a corner like he was not in attendance at all.“Fathers, perhaps this can be to our advantage. Perhaps Hazel running away was a good thing after all. Yea indeed, she brought shame and dishonor to our family but I have to agree that at the end, it ended up working towards our favor” Asis, the eldest son of the Duke said and his words seemed to get the Duke’s attention.“Continue with what it is that you have to say” the Duke said and Asis proceeded to do just that.“Father, if Hazel has ended up marrying in to the royal family and she later awkward as the Lunari after, then no doubt that the royal family would have become even more powerful and every plan that we have ev
-Back at the ducal estate- It was very clear that the duke was very very pleased with what his first son Asis had just said. If the duke wanted to very sincere with himself, he was not used to failing or being at the losing end and he believed that the moon goddess herself was aware of this fact. At this very moment, he believed that he was close to having the entire world at his feet just from the fact that his daughter was destined to be the ruler over the entire were wolf race. His mind was already brimming with the ideas of how he was going to make Hazel, his own daughter a puppet for him to be able to do with as he so pleased. It did not take long for Henon, the second son of the duke to understand that the duke was very much invested in what Asis had said. He knew that for him to also gain favor in the sight of the duke, he needed to get on board with the current conversation if not, he knew very much well, that he would be swallowed whole and forgotten. Before he could even te
-Back at the ducal estate-The tension in the office of the Duke was very very noticeable so much that the air has gotten thin I and the office was now hot and stuffy. Henon had to do every thing in his power to not visibly clutch his fist over his own chest as he felt that his very heart was about to jump out of his own chest. His heart was beating at an uncontrollable rate and beads of sweat and king gathered on his fore head and on the sides of his face and they were increasing in number as the seconds went by.After what seemed like hours, it seems like the Duke finally thought that now was the right time to break the silent tension that had made the air very heavy in the office.“I would like for you to explain to me in detail what you mean by what you just said” the Duke ordered on a cold tone and his gaze was more than enough to make any male were wolf of the kingdom tremble in fear but for some reason, at this very moment, Henon no longer seemed to care what would happen next
-Back at the ducal estate-“Young master, I do hope that none of the shards of glass puncture your skin in any way?” Martha, the wet nurse of Abel, the last son of the ducal estate wakes on a she was sure that they were out far away from any wars.“I did suspect that he would be angry at what Henon said but I would have never beloved that no matter what the case was, he would be so violent towards him. It just goes to show that I have never truly known my father, the Duke. I have always lived with the mind set that I would never be able to see him get lost in his emotions, at least not in this life time. It just proves that truly he is an unpredictable man and we must never ulterior our guard down when dealing with him. If I can am right about this, then he plans on using any means necessary to being sister and her new found authority of being the Lunari of the entire were wolf race from the prophecy under his direct and absolute control” Abel said and for the first time in a long time
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