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 cannot believe you agreed to this." Comet continued reprimanding me as I continued packing the things I am going to be needing in a sheepskin bag. "I thought you wanted Orion to be safe."
"I do," I said, sucking in a breath as I stared at the papers scattered on the table in front of me. "But ... what do you expect me to do? Just say 'no' to Orion?"
"Yes!"
"No." I turned to him, frowning. "I will never say that to Orion unless I am sure it is really, really bad for him to be there."
"How are you even going to carry him?" Comet asked, throwing his hands in the air as I walked over to the shelves filled with herbs in it. "What if something happens and severs the connection? What are you going to do then?"
"Listen," I said, turning to Comet while holding a clump of herbs in my hands. "I understand that you are worried about Orion. But you have to trust that I am going to be able to take care of him."