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 will come to visit you in the future, Orion." The King said, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. "I hope you won't mind if I bug you then."
"I don't see how I would be bugged." I chuckled, smiling at him with an expression I can only describe as pained. Yes, I want this to be over with already, I almost feel sick having to look at his face for a while longer. "I will be looking forward to your visit, your majesty."
"I do wish that you would come with me." He said with an almost distressed expression coming on his face. "Your presence in the palace would liven it up so much."
"It is no use, your majesty." The Luna said, standing beside him with a gentle smile on his face. "I could not even persuade Orion to even think of coming with me. Perhaps he has an aversion towards the palace or something."