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?
"Nova!" Comet shouted, running to him as he immediately dropped the sack he is carrying, a groan escaping from it the moment it fell to the ground.
What is that??
"Thank goodness Comet, Orion, you both are alive. Oh, Altair is here too." Nova said, hugging Comet so tight, with his eyes closed. "Thank goodness. I thought ... I thought you idiots had died."
"Your language has certainly degraded from all those months you were away," I mumbled, still covering my mouth and walking to him with a faint smile on my face. "But you look well."
"I could say the same thing about you, Orion," Nova said, putting Comet down and coming to me, gently wrapping his arms around me.
I never thought that Nova would try to handle me with care. He is not someone that knows how to do that and I do not think it is because he is insensitive, he just does not see the point of gently holding someone because his intentions are not going to come through.