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?
"You look very conflicted, Altair." The King said, looking at me with a smug expression on his face. "Is it because of what I just told you? Four days ago, that is."
"Your majesty still has the same humour as when he was a child," I said, trying not to sound disrespectful though I know that I definitely do want to lose a bit of my temper at him.
"You know that you don't have to treat me so nicely still." He said, smiling at me though I know that he is very amused with everything I do, not simply because he thinks that I should try to change myself.
Besides, I might not be under him anymore but there is still a level of decorum that you have to follow when you are talking to the king.
"I know," I said, letting out a sigh as I walk to him soaking in the pool. "I see that you are having fun."