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
He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.”“And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.“They have to understand that this world is in danger, if the humans can slaughter werewolves, then they can kill every other creature without any trouble,” Kai explained.Stregobor took in a deep breath, “I think it’s a good idea.”“Yes, it’s good,” Balor seconded.Alvitir’s eyes met each of theirs, “these are my children, I cannot just allow them leave, I’ll die of worry.”Stregobor placed a hand on his shoulder, understanding how being a father clashes with being a ruler. He rubbed his shoulder, “If I had my own children, I’d send them instea
The veil was that barrier that The Fates had made for the sole purpose of keeping the Supernatural safe after the revolution of the humans. They guessed that they were surely going to cause problems later and as such, the veil was made.They had been right.The humans were a menace, trying so hard to take away everything from the Supernatural. There was no precise desire they possessed, probably, they were only doing this for revenge.Alvitir paced round the room, his hand on his cleanly shaved jawline as he thought of what to do next to protect the Supernatural.Thaymor and The Pinnacle would not even bother themselves about protection because that was the job of the werewolves. They were the most powerful creatures and that was why the Luna Cavalry consisted of mainly them.Alvitir raised his head after he decided to rest his legs, pacing was doing him no good and was even stopping him from thinking. Balor had long since kept his wine away and for the first time ever since he found
He found a long, strong stick almost his height. He had studied for the minutes he was here that the runners were surely going to move past him and seeing as they were running with such speed, they wouldn’t be able to take him into sight and as such, he had that upper hand.He stuck out the stick on the ground where he knew they wouldn’t glance at.Alana had herself prepared, expecting two or three opponents, unfortunately, what showed up in front of her were over fifteen people caught in a brawl.Freya found it interesting how they were fighting but at the same time moving. Her eyes glanced over to where Alana stood and saw the slight change in her features.Freya smirked, realizing that Alana had not in any way prepared for such a large number of opponents.Alana surely was caught off guard, but making the wild assumption that she wasn’t prepared was simply just wrong.She was deathly prepared, whether to face two or fifteen or even fifty of her opponents.Freya took notice of how h