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?
"Call your boyfriend," I said immediately and Nova jumped to his feet, taking off before peeking his head into the room once again.
"I don't have a boyfriend-"
"Go," I said, reluctantly letting go of Orion's hand as I walked over to the table at the side of the room, filled with books and papers full of scribbles all over them.
Pulling out a piece of paper, I looked through it, tapping my lips and thinking. Looking at the map, I couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.
Where can I take him? I thought, tracing my fingers along the lines. No … I can't think of just bringing him everywhere.
It's not that I cannot … but … I don't know.
"I'm here!" Comet shouted, running into the room with Nova following behind him, almost slipping on the polished floors, but he managed to catch himself before anything happened. "Altair. What's wrong? Did something happen?"