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 have absolutely no idea with what is happening at the moment. I thought, looking around the room. From Altair's dull expression to the woman's staring at him with a frown on her face.
Who even is she? Where did she come from and … how does she know Altair? Wait ... Altair has .. friends?
Sighing, Altair attempted to start a conversation with her, "Listen-"
"I would love to." She said, throwing her hands in the air. "I would certainly love to but I am feeling very conflicted at the moment and, frankly, I don't know what to even think."
"Understandable," Altair said, nodding at her. "But this is also why I said that I did not want you here, right now."
Sighing the woman pressed her temples and turned to me as I quickly hid my mouth with the sleeve of my robe. I was able to keep that scar hidden from the Luna as well by continuously holding the sleeve of my robe to my mouth.