Unknown POV   “That’s alright with me, Maziar. I want to learn fast so I can meet my wolf already. His name’s Amaltheo. I bet he’s as huge as my father’s wolf!”“Shut up! No blabbering of any nonsense on my class. Our first lesson for today would be showing your utmost respect on your trainer. You must call me ‘Master’ in every training period. That’s an easy task, am I right?”Although taken aback by the sudden outburst of Maziar, the shaken Amante nodded his head in approval and murmured his reply.“Yes, Mazia-Master Maziar!”“Good to hear! Next, no one except you and I, not even your mother or father, shall interfere on our lessons. You are not allowed to talk to them while in my class. Am I understood?”“Yes, Master!”The satisfied look on Maziar’s face was mistaken by

Unknown POV     “What do you think, Maziar? Having a tea party on my birthdays with all the werewolves around would secretly commemorate your mother’s birth as well, wouldn’t it?”“I am truly speechless now, Alpha King Simon. I didn’t know you cherished my mom that much. It was really unfortunate that she wasn’t here to express her gratitude personally to his loving twin brother.”Maziar tried hard to sound genuinely amused in contrast with the bulging sarcasm in his tone of voice. He didn’t want the Alpha King to become aware of his fakery and arise suspicions around him. The dreams he has for himself and his father was too fragile yet, at this moment.“I understand. On the day your mother died in my arms, I vowed never to abandon you for the world. My son Prince Amante has his brother in you. Treat him like yours

Amante POV     It was almost midnight. The cauldron-black sky was adorned by a few faintly sparkling stars and the heavy clouds half-covered moon. Its vague brightness feels gloomy with the shadows of snowflakes raining scarcely down the frozen grounds of Verte Monde. The chilly breeze was howling in the distance adding more mystery to the almost tranquil territory of the hidden werewolves’ clan.As my group entered the barren but already opened gates of the village, I sensed it. There were dangers, concealed and lurking in the dark. I was alarmed by the intensity of it that I warned my companions in a haste. Right on time indeed, as the elder wolf leading our group in the front ducked down, the irritating scent of gunpowder coming from a loose, hissing bullet from one of the buildings ahead of us. It was empowered by a powdered silver!Guns, as human beings called it, were

I felt weakened. The poison of the wolfbane that gathered on the back of my wolf body was making me losing my grip on my flickering sense of consciousness. There’s a limit for everything, I believe religiously. A small amount of the lethal poison would be manageable for me, but my perpetrators must have been ever so generous on pouring a dangerous amount of wolfbane on me. The intention was evident. He truly and fatefully wanted me dead!Maziar Brennan! He was the only one who would stoop down to this level of trickery. He spared not a second of doubt in his resolve to get rid of me. The trap he successfully concealed below the ground was worth an applause of the crowd. I myself did not even thought it would be possible, or shall I say, I was too consumed by my desire to get a hold of that traitor that I failed to think things over and fell exactly and miserably on such traditional and old fashioned trap.“Amante, are you okay?”It was Allyssa&

Amante POV      Lined up in front of me were the captured remnants of the traitor, Maziar Brennan. Alpha Mayor and Allyssa had finished gotten rid of all the bombs scattered around the territory. The huge amount of it all was enough to annihilate all werewolves, my group and his all the same, and change the landscape of Verte Monde as ell as the entire Antarctica.He vanished into the darkness as soon as the battle turned out to be unfavorable to him, abandoning his so-called followers who foolishly stayed behind to et him escape, and firing up his traps. It was great news that the bombs were subdued even before they explode, or else, who knows? I bet nobody in this area would be able to escape from the claws of death.One thing more that confuses me was these idiots who were left behind to set the bombs off. Their lives were put on the line as well, haven’t the