Conan took a deep sigh and walked towards where Cassandra was, while he felt the ache in his heart after knowing that the wolf he had secretly liked for years was already loving someone and what makes him sad yet mad at the same time is, he is sure that the Alpha of the Moon Desire Kingdom's only using Cassandra for his own desire and plans. "Why the most beautiful werewolf in this world was crying?" Conan said, Cassandra then was snapped back from her thoughts and looked up to see Conan staring down at her with a frown."What do you mean?" Cass asked, wiping away her tears so she can talk properly. "Why are you crying?" Conan asked again while Cassandra remains silent, even though she wants to talk about what was making her cry right now, she knows that everything should remain a secret even when it comes to his friend, but not until Conan speak again. "I heard the conversation between you and your mother, Belvina." Conan finally said, causing Cassandra to freeze at those words. S

Everyone from the Rogue wolves border woke up immediately because of the sudden sound of a heavy metal crash and an explosion outside. Almost each of them pick the weapons they usually use on jobs and went out into their tent to see what was going on. Cassandra and her mother also did the same and everyone were shocked to see Rosco, their leader who was now tightly holding one unfamiliar wolf into its neck on the air."Tell me, tell us, why did you killed our sons? Who commanded you to do that?!" He asked in a threatening voice. The only thing that the black wolf could say is..."P-Put me down first, a-and I will tell you." The wolf said struggling against Rosco's death grip."No, not until you get all answers." he continued to tighten the hand around the throat of the black wolf and when it made no sign that it wanted to say more than two words Desa decided to intervene."Put him down Rosco." She said walking towards the both of them with her arms folded across her chest.Rosco glar

After going out from the hall where the war was happening, Marcus go on the left wing of the Kingdom wherein he prepare his horse and ride away.He wants to go far away from the Kingdom, it feels like he wants to run away from all the thoughs that's running inside his mind. He just wants a bit more distance. So, he keep on riding through the South Village where the fairies, witches and elves are living.Cassandra and Ertha's face both flashes in his mind. He knows to himself that he wants revenge, he wants justice for Ertha, but then there's a part in his heart that whenever he's trying to get rid of Cassandra he can't able to do that, no matter how much he want. It is like a chain around him keeping him from doing that. Marcus decided to stopped in the middle of the forest, nit that far from the village anymore. He dismounted his horse, and walked to the edge of the forest, and look up into the sky where the sun has already gone down. He looked behind him to his right, and sat on th

"Isn't too bad to use the sweet rogue wolf, Marcus?" Noam asked Marcus as he opened another bottle of wine, while Marcus finished his third glass and took a sip before speaking. "They didn't also have any mercy when they killed Ertha, Noam. So, why I should bother myself thinking if I am going to hurt her soon?" He spoke without emotion, but with a cold glare at the bottle in his hand. "It's not Cassandra's fault that he have a rogue wolf blood. You have been so harsh on her." He responded and went back to drinking from his glass. "Remember, she's not the one who killed your mate, Marcus.""But she's a rogue wolf, and everyone with her blood should pay. She should suffer just like them!" Noam sighed, and put down his glass. "Marcus," he said softly."I understand you're angry about what happened to Ertha, but you can't put the blame to all the rogue wolves. And who really told you that it's one of them whom killed Ertha? Are you really sure about it?" Marcus suddenly stopped."Wha

On the next day Marcus said to Noam that she's just going to visit some nearby places inside the village but he's actually going to find Seila, the Witcher. There is really a part of him, telling that before the three days come to its end he should find the answer to all the questions that's running in his mind. "Take care then, my friend. Some creatures might be captivated by your nice body and face. As much as I want to accompany you, I can't because I need to put fertilizer to all the tomatoes I've planted in my little garden," Noam chuckles, while tapping the top of Marcus shoulder. "Okay! I'll be back here before the sunset." As soon as his friend nodded at him he headed out from the house. It was a nice sunny day today, a good atmosphere to find Seila. He walks around a few streets with no idea of where to look first for the Witcher. Just like how he finds her at an abandoned building near the edge of town. She was sitting on a wooden chair, looking up as a bird flies up and