After sneaking into a ceremony with a stolen invitation, Mordeu begins training to become an elite warrior in the Luna Cavalry—a group created to keep peace among the Supernatural. But just when he thinks he has a clear path, everything changes, turning his world upside down. In the middle of it all, Mordeu meets Cillian, the mysterious son of Alvitir. Their bond grows quickly, pulling Mordeu in deeper than he expected. As he searches for answers about the strange color of his fur, he finds loyal friends—but also a rising battle within his own mind. Can Mordeu stay strong through the chaos? Or will Tristan, the ghost of his past, be the one to break him?
View More“You fucking lowborn trash.”
The guy on top of him threw another punch at his face, smashing his head into the dirt. He could taste soil mixed with blood. If he could speak, he’d say it was a disgusting mix.
But there was nothing he could do except take the beating.
He was just a lowborn trash anyway.
Unlike him, the guy sitting on top of him, making his legs go numb with his weight, was from an important clan—rich, proud, and full of himself. The perfect arrogant jerk to steal from.
When the “highborn” finally had enough, he got off him and climbed onto his horse. He rode off with his group of cologne-soaked pricks. Either they’d been at a whorehouse last night or they were the type of men who wore makeup and did things with other men.
Mordeu slowly got up, spitting out the sand and blood he’d kept in his mouth. He could feel his wounds starting to heal, but the bruises from that jerk were still bad. If he went home like this, his mom would know he’d been in a fight.
So he had to stall. Maybe head to the market and buy some vegetables or beef with the coins he stole from that jerk.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pouch of coins—but something else came out too.
It was wrapped in soft, fancy magenta silk. It felt nice against his rough skin. In a rush, he took off the cloth and stuffed it in his other pocket. What was left was a thick white card.
Mordeu read the card, and a smile appeared on his face.
It was an invitation for two brothers—no names mentioned—to join a training held by the top three clans. It was for the Luna Calvary: a group of fighters who protected the kingdom from political, social, or outside threats.
Mordeu had grown up hearing stories about them. Some people said they were wolves who could turn invisible at night. Others said they were dead soldiers brought back to life by the Goddess. There were lots of wild stories. But the truth, sitting in his hands now, seemed to be that they were just normal wolves who got picked to train.
This news was better than vegetables or beef. But he wasn’t about to skip those either.
Still smiling, Mordeu walked into the village square—or as most called it, the market—and bought some vegetables and beef for his small family.
They lived in one of the worst houses in the village. But then again, the whole village was full of bad houses. Still, Mordeu loved coming home to the smell of mud, garbage, and cinnamon. It always made him feel warm inside.
This time, he had good news to share.
“I found something that will change our lives forever!” he said loudly as he slapped the card down on the table.
His brother, Fjall, walked over and snatched the card from under his hand. Mordeu didn’t mind. He just watched Fjall’s face as he read it.
“What do you think?” Mordeu asked, nervous and fidgeting.
“What’s going on?” Their mother came in, holding their little sister. There were only four of them in the family.
“I found a way for us to make a living,” Mordeu said, excited.
“If they even let us in,” Fjall said, doubtful. Mordeu had expected that reaction.
“We don’t need to apply,” Mordeu said, laughing. “It’s an invitation—we’re already accepted.”
“You stole it, didn’t you?” Fjall asked, waving the card like Mordeu didn’t know what he meant.
Mordeu rolled his eyes. “I did, and I got a good beating for it.”
“You got beaten up?” their mother asked, grabbing his chin to look at him. Luckily, his injuries had already healed, so she couldn’t see anything.
“I’m fine, Mother. Just help me convince Fjall,” he said, frustrated.
“Mother,” Fjall said, “do you really think it’s okay for us to leave you here alone with no one to protect you?”
Mordeu rolled his eyes again.
“Fjall,” their mother said, “do you want to stay in this dump forever because you’re scared and pretending it’s to protect me?” She was blunt. “Do I look like I need protection?”
Mordeu almost laughed.
“If this is a chance to do something great, shouldn’t you take it?” she asked. “And if you fail and come back, at least I won’t have to feed you for a while.”
“Do you even know what this is about?” Fjall asked, getting frustrated.
Their mother was already walking out of the room. “I don’t care. If Mordeu says it’s good, I trust him. He’s brave and curious. You, on the other hand, are boring and lazy. It’s time you felt the wind in your hair.” She shrugged and left.
Fjall groaned loudly and walked back to Mordeu, who was smiling like a kid with candy.
“Why does this matter so much to you?”
Mordeu grabbed his shoulders. “Picture it, brother. The two of us—night warriors, protecting the kingdom, earning big coin for Mother.”
“So it’s about the money?” Fjall saw right through him.
Mordeu pretended to frown and pulled Fjall close, arm over his shoulder. “It’s about Mother and little Fen.”
“So it’s about the money,” Fjall said again.
“Maybe.”
They both laughed.
And before the sun came up the next morning, they were gone, heading to Belvot Mountain where the training would happen.
The trip wasn’t too long or hard. With help from strangers who answered their questions, they got to the base of the mountain.
There were lots of other students—some witches, some wolves. In their world, there were four main supernatural types: Wolves, vampires, witches, and elves. But because of a past fight, they had split into two sides. Witches and wolves were one group (though they lived apart), and elves and vampires were another.
So it was a big surprise when some elves and vampires showed up at the top of the mountain.
“If witches can be in the Luna Calvary, why not elves and vampires? Don’t we all want peace?” a female elf said.
It was Mordeu’s first time seeing an elf. He couldn’t stop looking at her. Her long ears, straight black hair, and sharp eyes amazed him. Her clothes were different too. But he had to admit—she was beautiful and powerful.
“There’s never been a request from His Majesty or Our Lord to let your kind join the Calvary…” a man in plain white robes tried to explain to the elf and her group.
But she cut him off. “So what does that mean, Lord Alvitir? We can’t enter?”
From how she spoke and how nervous Lord Alvitir looked, it was clear she was someone important. He’d probably rather eat grass than upset her.
“She’s a princess,” Fjall whispered.
Mordeu nodded. That explained a lot.
The elves and vampires were ruled by royalty. The witches had a Coven—a group of seven powerful witches who all shared power. The wolves had no ruler. But three clans had risen during hard times, and people respected them. They weren’t served, but they were honored. These were called the Three Major Clans: House of Stregobor, House of Balor, and House of Alvitir.
And the man standing there, talking to the elf princess, was none other than Lord Alvitir himself.
“No, that’s not what I meant, Princess. Please, come in,” he said, pointing toward the gate. It was made of two tall stones with just enough space for two people to walk between—so it was called the gateway.
The princess nodded and walked forward, but Alvitir wasn’t done.
He said, “Now that you’ve made this choice, remember: beyond these gates, you are not an elf, a vampire, or even a royal. You’re the same as everyone else. The training will be just as hard. Don’t try to use your status. You’re not highborn or lowborn—you’re just alive and training.”
Granted, there hasn’t been much going on with Mordeu, especially back at home. All he did was mess around with some girls, some widows, some witches and it was just sex with nothing there and he did inform his brother of it.However, when it came to expressing his feelings, talking about what was truly going on with him, Mordeu’s lips were sealed.Not today.“We need to talk!” Fjall stated as he noticed that Mordeu had finally freed himself from the evil clutches of the uniform.Mordeu sighed, “there’s nothing to talk about.”“Yes, there is,” Fjall advanced. “I don’t know why you prefer to keep things from me but it isn’t pretty.”Mordeu had his back to Fjall and it was the perfect position to roll his eyes without Fjall seeing him, “what am I keeping from you?”“Well, for one, talk about what Kai meant earlier, because you cannot just tell me there’s nothing. You would not have gotten angry if it was really nothing.”This was what Mordeu hated, this was what he knew Kai’s big mouth w
“I’m telling you to get married to him, it’s best for our kingdom.”Freya sighed and walked away from her mother, turning her back to her, “that can only happen if Ayra has not gotten a mate yet.”“And has she?”Freya shook her head, “I’m not friends with her but I’m sure she hasn’t gotten her mate yet, she was quite touchy with Kai on our way here.”Clarion frowned, “find out more and if possible, destroy whatever relationship they have.”Freya nodded, “definitely!”Alana, for some unknown reason, felt as if she was the only one who felt the tension in the air, but as she looked ahead to her teammates, how quiet they suddenly were, how Ayra was not glued to Fjall nor how Cillian and Mordeu were not whispering to each other as always, she started to get the idea that maybe she wasn’t the only one.She sighed out loudly.“I cannot believe Queen Clarion could do such a thing,” she said, halting the footsteps of everyone.They had been on their way back to the training grounds from the A
Clarion spun around, the sleeves of her regal outfit fluttering in the air, she had a glare on her face as she watched Kai who slowly approached her, possessing no regard for whether Clarion had any plan to attack him or not.All that he cared for was taking out his punishments on the Queen.For the rest, they looked shocked, all except Cillian. Alana, Ayra, and Fjall focused their gazes on Clarion and Kai, hoping that the tension between them does not lead into a fight of some sort. However, they were well aware that Clarion could not let her rage get the best of her. If she were to attack Kai, then that would be the end of her leadership. Whether or not the relationship between the kingdoms were good or not, Kai was not pledged to any Kingdom.As the leader of the Luna Cavalry, he was peeled from a certain kingdom, he was a werewolf and as such a citizen of Rosevelt, but by choosing to become a member of the Luna Cavalry, it meant his loyalty towards Rosevelt ceased. Now, he was not
Clarion’s eyes drifted to her daughter whose white outfit was covered in blood. Her blonde hair was tied to a ponytail and her heart was vividly beating heavily.“How has your stay been?” Clarion inquired.“Splendid, but the desire for Thaymor grows stronger every waking hour,” Freya responded as if practiced beforehand.Kai and every other person there were strangers to the person Freya had turned into. The cocky Princess was nowhere to be found and what took her place was someone who was terrified of her mother.Kai hated the sight before him, especially when his eyes fell on Freya’s hard fist that looked as if it would make smithereens of the stone wall.“Your Majesty, I believe it’s best to indulge in the reason I called you here,” Kai proposed.Clarion sat back down without even the slightest contradiction, “I’m listening.”Kai took in a deep breath, “Colaville was attacked.”Clarion’s face remained as it used to be, stoic and unreadable. There were no traces of surprise nor even
“We need to talk to all of you. We already called the council and they permitted us,” his eyes darted to Alana whose confusion was painfully palpable.“Permitted?” she asked, “what does that mean?”Kai looked around, this was a job that should be handled surreptitiously, he beckoned them over with his hand as he started to lead them away from the others.Freya was first to follow, without even the slightest idea that Kai may be a threat. However, even if he did end up being a threat, it wasn’t as if he would be any trouble for Freya to handle. His abilities had been seen and scrutinized by her a million times, and she knows his weaknesses and where to strike.So without worry, she followed.They all did, even Mordeu.Kai didn’t just lead them away from the crowd, rather, he brought them into the room in Alvitir’s house that the Queen was busy occupying.When they walked towards the building, a shadow of displeasure took hold of Cillian’s appearance. Something in him guessed what they
Mordeu chuckled, “did you believe we would not?”Ayra let go of her frail-looking brother, “I knew we would, just don’t take this from me, I’m so fucking tired.”Mordeu laughed, his eyes lingered on Cillian’s as they met each other’s.“We should meet up with the rest,” Mordeu proposed before he walked away.Ayra noticed the look they had shared. She knew that her brother was different from most werewolves in a lot of things and it was that difference she wished that Mordeu possessed, but every day, he seemed to be the opposite.“Did something happen?” she asked.Cillian shook his head, “I honestly do not know, I told him that there’s no way he’s a low born.”Ayra frowned, “then what is he?”“A high born.”“But he is Fjall’s brother. What makes you think his status isn’t low?”“There has never been a red wolf with a low status before.”Ayra shook her head, her brother’s deduction sounding like a child’s cry in her ears, “you have nothing to back up your claim and so you just vomited it
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