In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
I could feel my eyebrow shoot up so high that I almost felt like my eyebrow would have flown out of my face if I raised it any higher.
"What?"
"I am just asking …" He said, not wanting to meet me in the eyes. "It is just a simple conversation I am trying to make. Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" I asked, keeping a good distance from him.
I thought he was very sure of the decision he made to draw that line between us but … I am not too sure anymore. Not at the moment anyway.
I want to sit beside him but I don't know if he is going to want me that close to him and, honestly, I don't know if I am going to be able to pretend like nothing is going on.
Well, as long as he does not make a move then I will be able to keep my cool but … otherwise … it is going to be a little bit complicated.
"I'm jealous, Orion," Altair mumbled, looking me right in the eyes, a sad expression dancing in his eyes.
"Of who?"