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?
"What do you mean, Altair?" I asked, turning to the man beside me, tilting my head to the side. "I don't … understand. Why is it a bad thing?"
"Yeah. I am awfully curious as well." Nova said, arms crossed but I know that he did not mean to sound as cynical as he did. But I suppose it did come out that way and Altair is annoyed.
Oh no. I don't think he will be answering him. Maybe I can try to defuse the situation.
... I honestly don't think so but I have to try.
"Is there something wrong with my blood, Altair?" I asked, grabbing his arm and tugging at it. I am so grateful that he and I are about the same height though he is slightly taller than me. Just by a little bit.
I am able to look him straight in the eyes and, well, Enchanted wolves … they are quite hard to deal with. They are not wolves that would care even a little bit about you no matter what you have to offer them. Sometimes.