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?
"Regression trait?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at High Priest Freyr as I began to eat some of the cherries that I plucked only a couple of minutes ago. "What does that mean?"
"This is not something that I am very good at explaining but it is something I went through." He said, sucking in a breath before pausing for a couple of seconds, staring at the moon, sucking in a frustrated breath. "I was an Alpha."
If I popped a cherry into my mouth at that moment, I knew that I would have choked immediately. Fortunately, I had the hindsight to not pop it into my mouth just as I felt like he is going to tell me something that would perhaps be important.
"You were?" I asked, surprised but not at the exact same time. "I … well that would explain the strength of your power."