All Chapters of House of the Wolves: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I have my own reserved thoughts about today’s events. There are only a handful of people with the guts to dare to ruin my wedding—a royal wedding.I’d rather not suspect my own family, but they cannot be taken out of this equation. My envious sisters, especially… my eyes darted to Clara, innocently enjoying her dinner on the far end of the table. It would not be surprising if she were behind this. Of course, there could also be whom everyone is thinking of—the syndicate. But I’d never heard of this syndicate before.There is no such thing in the capital.This is a well-planned attack; it knew where we would be fatally damaged, which towns were significant to the stability of the capital, when exactly to attack, and their weapon of choice. Dynamites in themselves are hard to get a hold of. They are expensive and scarce all around the realms. The mastermind must be of title to afford the money, the resources, and the information needed for this attack. And in this table, are all of the

The journey was not one I haven’t taken before. But it was certainly longer and more tiring, being inside the carriage all day. That night, the hackney I hired was smart to go into all the shortcuts that cut my time to travel in half. But I figured since this is a royal carriage, they cannot go down the same road. The downside of those shortcuts was that they were infested with bandits and beggars. They were not one for a royal convoy to pass through. Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day.When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town.We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs,

The amphitheater, oval arenas with seating tiers around them, was abuzz as soon as we arrived. These amphitheaters are the main venues for a variety of events or battles; those that are historical, or those that are merely entertaining. These amphitheaters are famous throughout the realms and most, if not all, Houses have at least one in their territory. Some are legal, some aren’t. In this House, it appears as if it’s symbolic and part of their culture. Utterly interesting.Unsurprisingly, the seats are filled and so are my ears. The noise is unparalleled. And since my attendance was not publicly announced, as it surprised me so, the crowd only got louder. I was assisted to the exclusive box saved usually for the Alpha. Now I sat in that seat as I await the duel with beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The sun has left us and the moon replaced her, the perfect time for a duel between two sons of the Moon Goddess to occur.“Princess, I do think it’s better we return to the House an

From inside the woods came a spine-chilling scream that woke everyone, including the Alpha.The crows flew from their branches, equally in distress as the wolves on the ground. Their hurried footsteps and weary eyes signified their growing fear of the recent unrest in the woods, the borders of the pack’s territory. A shrill, evidently terrified scream, is never a good sign. For nights, the guards have been walking on thin ice on high alert for the danger that lurks in the woods.In fact, this is not the first scream at unholy hours of the night inside the woods. Some days it is a man’s voice, sometimes it’s a woman’s. Regardless, they are all victims.“Search the woods!” Flavian’s authoritative voice boomed and suddenly everyone is on their feet, with their wolves ready to surface at his order. “Do not let a single creature escape!”That night, just like all others, the woods were turned upside down by the guards. And just like the past nights, the body is found in the same exact plac

Somewhere far from the House of the Wolves, past the continent and to a foreign land, stood a tall man surrounded by curious women, all speaking a foreign language. Clad in his traveler coat and boots, he reached the hidden society of the witches. Just like his pack, the witches’ coven is hidden and protected by the rainforest, where vicious hurricanes and storms brew and keep outsiders—like him—away.It had been a rough trip. Crossing the continent and traveling straight for a week without companionship was not an easy feat, however, his willpower is more than enough to keep him on his feet. Though, now that he has reached his destination, he does not know how to progress into the army of warrior women and enchantresses safely.It’s becoming crowded, but Flavian could not think of a way to evade the crowd. This is his first time here. He had successfully forced himself here, past the strong weather changes of the rainforest, but that’s all he had planned. He imagined it’d be easy get