Nineteen years ago.
Arax grit his teeth, his clench fist has drawn blood from the protruding claw and the visible fangs have made its appearance, but the Council didn't flinch at that sight, he is merely a Crown Prince that can be replaced with his brother if he didn't listen to any of them.
Dilluna simply raised her eyebrow, "it is ridiculous," she said after a while, her remark earned a few nods from the other members of the Council.
"You think we will believe that your wolf wants to mate with a fairy, perhaps there's something wrong with your head?" Dilluna said, her tone is calm but her words are full of malice.
Arax growled loudly at her, "my wolf ran for her, he recognizes Byrl as my mate, it is proof that we are a true mate," Arax said, eyes wide with fury.
Cryse snorted at the Crown Prince, "you want us to believe you? A werewolf with a fairy? The moon goddess wouldn't be that cruel, don't you think?" Cryse said, eyebrows raised at the Crown Prince.