Prince Dakar's face had a plague on it. It was something awful, something very alien to his body. Camper was terrified by just staring at his best friend's face. What was happening to Dakar? How did he get infected by this thing on his face? Prince Dakar had a smile on his face—a genuine smile! Camper was more than surprised as he gawked at him with his jaw dropped.They were in Prince Dakar's man cave, outside of the palace and closed to the hills at the outskirts of Remus. They came there often to unwind and stay away from the hustle and bustle of the kingdom.Camper coughed and heaved a sigh.“Ehm—Dakar, what's with your face today?” he managed to ask. Dakar looked at him and carried his wine glass while still looking at him.”There's something with my face?” he asked with a tone that said he had no interest in whatever Camper wanted to say. Like he was bored.“You are smiling genuinely. When was the last you smiled from your heart and not a wicked grin?”“Is that an insult?” he fi

How long they stood that way, none of them could tell. All they knew was that they were in a tight embrace that they both wanted to last forever. Dakar felt like a fragile baby was in his arms with how smooth her skin was. And it was like she would be choked if he hugged her with all his might. Avril on the other hand, felt like she was in the arms of a rock hard statue. He felt firm and strong, strong enough to shield her against any unwanted feelings of fear. She held his arms tightly and closed her eyes even tighter.“Dakar,” she called gently. He gulped and looked at her face then lifted her face up with his index finger. Her eyes locked onto his and they stared deeply into each other's orbs for long seconds. Then Dakar lowered his face and kissed her lips tenderly. She moaned gently and closed her eyes as she savored his movements on her lips. Dakar wrapped his arm around her waist and began to move backwards, while still kissing her. She moved her hands up and clasped them over

As Prince Dakar got out of the car, he pocketed his keys and walked hurriedly into his castle. The wind was blowing gently and his hair was being tossed around as he walked in. Camper leaned against the car and stared at Dakar's receding back.“Have I ever seen Prince Dakar like this?” he asked himself aloud with his arms crossed. He had this deep assertion that Dakar and Avril knew each other. And had something for each other. But how would he find out more? Dakar was a closed book. Could it be that he was lying about his memories? He hadn't said anything about his curse since he returned. He had been lifeless but just because a human girl stepped into the territory of the pack, he changed.Camper stood upright and sighed before pocketing his hands again. He knew what to do already. His best friend was Dakar and he wanted the very best for him, so he would work towards giving him the best. He had to make his friend have some joy in his life apart from the one he derived from fighting

Ñiraka returned to her quarters, hoping her father would take action as soon as possible. She could not wait to be the official princess of the kingdom. That way, nothing would separate them. It was said that the prince had no destined mate, so she would be the one to be mated to him artificially. Well, it was not the same as natural mating which was performed by their wolf spirits and the creator. They would not feel the strong attachment real mates feel or the natural love that just comes with being mates. But they would be attached permanently and not be able to be separated. Wasn't that enough for her? What else does she want apart from being bounded to the prince and becoming Luna some day. It wasn't like she even liked that prince. He was too much of a narcissist, even more than her. She knew she was rude and proud, but the prince was worse. She was used to being the top person, and keeping up with the prince and acting all humble was tiring for her. But she needed to be that be

Avril could not see Dakar's face yet, as his head was bowed and reading the contents of the paper.“Did you get telecom fixed?” Avril asked for conversation sake. She did not know what to say to him first so she just decided to ask on how he was communicating with her downstairs.“It's been here for ages,” he answered and sipped his wine, still facing the desk.“Oh. I remember you told me that you guys have technology even before it is released to the human world,” she stated absentmindedly. Dakar on the other side froze, he stood still for a while then smirked and sipped his wine. He turned around with his eyes darkened and peering at her.“I said what?” he asked with that piercing look of his. Avril's mouth parted slightly at how mesmerizing Dakar looked. His chiseled jawline, his lips and nose, his thick eyebrows over his narrow eyes accentuated well with the style of his hair. He looked like a Greek god. The top buttons of his dress shirt were not done, so his chest was showing an