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 can't do that, Comet," I said, only now realizing just how gently I would talk with him, almost like I am talking to a young child and not a full-grown man. "I need to stay awake."
"Why?" he asked, sitting right beside me, hand still on my shoulder.
"Why? I don't see why not." I shrugged. "It is just what I have to do. I am sure you understand, duty and … fear."
"Ah~. I understand then." He said, nodding his head happily. "You are sacred that you might unintentionally hurt Orion if you so much as take a break."
"Well … not exactly," I said, knowing that is exactly what I was thinking about and am far too proud to admit it.
I think he knows too.
"You don't have to worry about it, Altair." He said, grinning at me. "Resting is not going to cause any big problems to you, right?"
For two seconds, we both looked blankly at each other knowing that we both do not believe what he just said and ended up chuckling at each other.