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?
Orion did not look well today. I thought, pacing around the balcony of the room, looking at the empty space in front of me. I know just how exhausting these things tend to get but I feel like Orion's is ten times more exhausting.
He is hardly able to stand on his own. Fortunately, there is not a single thing that went wrong with the king. It almost went wrong that one time but today is the last night.
Hopefully, it will go without any hitch. It should go off without any problems.
"Altair." I heard a voice call to me from inside the room and almost snarled at him before forcing myself to calm down and walk into the room.
"Yes, your highness."
The man sat propped up on a cushion, barely able to keep awake which is a surprise given that he slept the whole day and only wakes up to stick his d-