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?
Getting to my feet, I turned to Altair, smiling as I tried to calm him down. He is without a single expression on his face but I can tell from everything else that he is not very happy, especially not with me.
"Altair, this is-"
Grabbing me by the arm, he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me as he stared at Pearl, frowning. "I did not think that you would be trying to meet with Orion so early on. I thought it would take another couple of years before you decided to do that."
Huh? Wait … do they know about each other? Since when? And … how?
"Once the spell is broken, I would obviously try to make contact with my beloved older brother." She said, grinning at him. "Still, I have to thank you for breaking the spell."
Frowning, I pushed myself off Altair, staring at him and then at Pearl. "Care to tell me you two know each other? Or am I going to be left in the dark like this for another couple of years?"