Amante POV
“Come with me, Maziar. I can show you the world, the real world I wanted to conquer the most.”
Although I haven’t tried it myself, an idea of transporting with someone from place to place has a good impression on me.
And because this was just a trial and error phase, there’s no one other than Maziar Brennan who fitted the most as my companion.
I could boast my powers right in front of his sulking face and I could simply ditch him somewhere barren to die alone and miserable.
The look on his face was satisfying.
This time I’ve transformed back into my human form and I quickly grabbed him by the neck. There would be no place for him to but with me.
With nothing on, I did not hesitate to summon my teleportation power. I know the place very well, so there was nothing to worry about being seen by another in my nakedness.
The electricity travelled all t
Amante POV “Take a look at that, Maziar. Those were the human beings werewolves have been wary about all their lives. Most of them does not even believe our kinds do exist.” We were at the city center, fitting ourselves with the bustling people around. I could sense Maziar’s discomfort. He was extremely anxious. “Serves him right.” The amusement in Amaltheo’s chuckle made me smile unconsciously. I turned towards the corner of a street where a street performance seemed to have caught everyone’s attention. Maziar followed behind hesitantly. I was not bothered by the idea that he might try to escape, and I guess, he knows why. As the night started to fade away, the crowd on the streets finally began to diminish as people go their separate ways. “See that, Maziar? Nobody notices our existence within the human populace. There was not a reason to hibernate in that barren, frozen la
A year later, under the glorious moonlight, two shadows can be seen lurking at the top of Empire State Building in New York, USA. It was Amante with his mate Allyssa. They were observing the people gathered below for the New Year’s eve celebration. Right after the magnificent fireworks display, they stared at each other with generous smiles plastered on their faces. “Time has come, my love! I’m happy to be here beside you right now!” Amante whispered lovingly on his wife’s ears. Allyssa giggled like love-struck teenager when she felt butterflies in her stomach because of her husband’s words. “I love you!” was all she could answer to that. They lovingly wrapped each other in tight embrace. Amante mind linked his Beta, the eleven year old Kelvin who showed him that age was nothing but a number. “Everybody on their places, Beta Kelvin?” “Aye, Alpha King Amante! W
Tonight happened to be a rare Lunar Trifecta. The surroundings glowed with bloody color from the moon. The moon looks amazing that even the cloud is ashamed to cover it. The sparkling stars are worthless in their claim to beauty. In the eyes of a human, the vision is terrifying. Some of them even believe that such phenomena bring horror and misfortunes. But to werewolves like me, the red moon is a symbol of grief. It is the time of the Moon Goddess’s lament over her separation from the Sun King. The Earth Princess is the one who is being taken cared of by His Majesty while the jealous Moon Goddess is covered in the background. Sympathizing with Her sadness is my bewildered emotions at my abandoned destiny. The chilly breeze of midnight stroke my silvery mane. I focused my attention in front of me. There in the enormous podocarp conifer in the woods is my runaway human mate. She is bounded and bloody
Amante POV I stared intently at the Alpha King. He is arrogantly standing on top of a half-snowed boulder and surveying the quiet city just below the hill. The frosty, white fur of his wolf form is lending him the impression of power and strength he possesses. A smirk momentarily flashes my pouting lips. I know too well how incapable he could be on the coming orchestrated attack on the human race. He used to be calm, careful and seemed to be content living peacefully inside his settled dwelling. I am more suited to where he stands now. Being the last and only fire wolf survivor, I am a stunning distinct contrast to the surrounding army because of my enormous height and extraordinary color of pelage. Among the army of werewolves, there are black wolves that are dominant in number but stood relatively smaller than the brown ones who have the bul
Amante POV A soft breeze suddenly fans my way. A spicy and floral sweetness of a somewhat woody and herbal aroma subsists. Its addictive fragrance lingers, arousing inconceivable feelings inside of me. Amaltheo stirs from its desolate drowsiness and sniffs incessantly the scent that caught our absolute interest. I trot awkwardly away from the army, abandoning the dark schemes I have for the Alpha King. The intoxicating smell is wafting stronger now, drifting flawlessly as if inviting me into a feast of luscious sensuality and romance. I step on my way, desperately searching for the source of my excitement. “Mate!”, I whisper simultaneously with my ecstatic wolf. I feel my heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. I am thrilled with joy at the celebratory discovery of my long-lost destined mate.  
Amante POV The anguish I feel over the miserable defeat of attempting to save my mate is nothing compared to the shock am being in right now. My wolf form is crouching exhausted until I hear that faint screech coming from the opposite side of the door. I hold my breath instinctively as I watch it slowly raise and open softly from the inside. A gust of lavender scent mixed with the smoky-sweet aroma of chamomile flower wafted delicately through my nose. Somebody unlocks the door and it could mean one terrible fact. Only a human being could hold and unlock the silver-coated door! And with that strong scent of my mate coming from that room, I felt my whole being swept away with the wind. If werewolves have souls, mine definitely would have withered from my own body. Validating my horrible perceptions are the bewildered pair of sparkling emerald eye
Amante POV After the triumphant assault in Murrietta City, the army starts to line up for retreat. Some are carrying the lifeless bodies of our fallen comrades especially those we know have waiting families in the pack lands. I am going home with my mate. I have her sitting leisurely at the broad back of my wolf form. It surprises everybody when she willingly climb up so I can carry her on the way like a queen on a gallant chariot. She looks like an excited kid going on a picnic, smiling incessantly and enjoying the trip. She sometimes ask me to stop to pick some flowers on the way. I am starting to be comfortable with her unfazed demeanor. The trip going back to our village is long and exhausting. From time to time, we stop by to rest or scout the area first before moving forward again. Halfway down the r
Amante POV The wind howls in the distance rhyming delicately with the soft sound of running water besides the big boulder of snow-covered stone. The thick forest behind is tranquil, not a sight of any living animals around. The trees are gleaming from the moonlight caress, wet and shiny and scarcely swayed by the chilling breeze of late winter. The valley generally looks captivating dusted in the fluffy snow with dainty snowflakes falling from time to time. I would have appreciated the view if not for the equally mesmerizing scenery in front of me. I am towering naked in front of my mate’s bewildered eyes. A cliché saying “the face that sinks a thousand ships”, perfectly describes her right now. Her jaw is dropping and a red blush is visible on her silky white cheeks. That shyness comes from her “accidental” glimpse of my proud manhood. &nb