Even though the fear and surprise in Ashina cannot be contained by mere apology or assurance, she tried to calm herself. She loves her brother and the maids. She believed no wolf should ever die by Blood moon. After her last lover died by it. It still traumatizes her but there isn't anything to be done. She can cry about it for all she wants. Whine till heaven falls, there is nothing to be done. But with the presence of Beowulf. A new lover she met who hasn't shown interest in her. She should not dream far, but she believed if he ever chose her to be his mate, that making her a Luna, she would put a stop to using blood moon to kill. And as a Luna, she will arrest her father and ask him why he hates the Ultimate pack so much. If possible she would punish him for killing her first love. And Amoux, she will make sure he suffers. "Am I day dreaming?" She laughed at herself. "But it's allowed, right? After all these years, having this sort of feeling, I need to savor it the best way I
"Ah! Mother! And what did father say?" "I wasn't there. Your father talked to him alone. You would have wait till your father comes back," "But mother, father won't listen to me." "Are you sure?" "Mother! He won't. That's why I have come to you. I need you to help me talk to him. I love Beowulf." "You love him? A man you just met yesterday. A man that after meeting him, you went unconscious is who you love?" "Yes mother. I love him." "Do you think love is something that you can decide without experience?" Her mother asked, standing from her seat. "But it is still better than what you want me to have for Amoux," "He is a good man," "I will never love him." She replied to her mother. Her mother turned and looked at her. "You have grown into a fine young girl and many people will come to you. And when they can't get to you, they will try to bewitch you with all sorts of powers," her mother said, moving close to Ashina. "Amoux is a good man. A friend of your father. He is
Ashina woke up to the sound of a lively compound. Everyone before her is awake. She still lingers on her bed wondering what to do today. She concludes on some things she should do but one important one is to go to the market where she had met Beowulf. Maybe she will see him. It's been days since they met. Four days since she met Beowulf at the market. Four days since she met the man she believed will be the one to change the course of her existence. The man who she thought existed in fairy tales. A man with power but with a considerable amount of affection towards the people. A man whose humility rivals that of the goddess. Not to lie, there are three sets of things in Noguchi that she could compare Beowulf's humility to. The powerful, the weak, and the goddess. The powerful bones like the Alpha's, Upper Betas, Betas. These are the strong ones that determine how things go within every pack in Noguchi. But the truth is, they are only humble to those they know and love. And the weak.
Ashina left her mother's room after a bit of mother and daughter moment. Her mother tried her best to cheer her up. Ashina acknowledged it but that wasn't enough. She can't end up with Amoux. She can't have a failed second love interest. If it comes to that, she would lose interest in love and just marry for the sake of birthing. And if by the curses of the goddess, she was to get married to Amoux. She would try her best never to give birth. Else those children will lack her love. She heads towards her father's courtroom. She didn't notice anything else. She wasn't going to tell him to accept Beowulf or mention Beowulf to him. She would just go to greet him. And hopefully, he doesn't mention Beowulf. She believed he wouldn't. This isn't the first time she had sent her mother to her father and her father, wouldn't even mention it. So she knew today won't be an exception. Werewolves and Felans around her were watching her closely. But she ignored the stares from all of them. She got t
It's not every time Priests go out of their little coven to see the outside world. In all honesty, they are least interested in what goes on in the world. Or their code of conduct forces them to lose interest in the outside world. They live their lives feeding off the people. They claim the offerings belong to the goddess. Truly, the goddess does require some items for sacrifice but the Priests do double it. And before the righteous people will judge them, it's not a fraud. In Noguchi, such is not what constitutes fraud. Fraud has a very vast meaning. It's different from every pack. But one thing they all see as a fraudulent act from the priest is the idea of the priest taking two wives. But the priest who is closest to the goddess knows the reason they take two wives. They know why polygamy is important for them. As the goddess has told the first priest, who relayed it to the next priest after him. And the next one told the next priest who told his colleagues of priests and since th
He wondered who would even allow people to take such an oath. He wondered why the priests are repulsive towards all the werewolves in Noguchi."You will get the answers soon," the elderwolf said immediately."A reply. Will I get a reply that will determine my fate if I refuse a woman from the Ultimate," he asked, hoping to reject whatever spiritual wife he is to be given. "You can't refuse. It's the culture," the Elderwolf said, looking deep into the fire. His jaw resting on his back palm. His hands are on his walking stick. And he rocks forth and back despite being on a wooden chair. "What about the woman's fate? And my choice to either procreate or not?" He said, calming his rage."Here in Noguchi, it's a world controlled by forces larger than fate or destiny. That's why we are always in packs," the Elderwolf said, smiling. "And what are these forces?" "Culture and duty,""Culture? An agreement of old laws. Laws are made by wolves, aren't they," "Yes, they are," Elderwolf repl
"Do you take joy in delays?" Dinar asked Cathulf. That was a way of reprimanding Cathulf for her late comings without making Ashina take it out on both of them. "I'm sorry, my Lady," Cathulf knelt, apologizing. Ashina nodded and she stood up. Even if everyone knows how slow Cathulf can be when it comes to observing her duties, how much disregard she has for the punctuality of time, they still love her for her meticulousness. But it's not the love that is making Ashina overlook the lateness. But the interest of what is to come, or what she would gain in the coming minutes. She is going to the town, the market to be precise, to see Beowulf. Her man. Or someone she is dying to see. Someone who would be the way out of her misery. And the only thing that could have stopped her didn't. Her father didn't stop her, so nothing would now.Ashina, Cathulf, and Dinar arrived at the market the same time they arrived days ago. The day is dark. Today is one of the long nights. It had started for a
"My lady!" Cathulf called out to Ashina. She couldn't hear. She walked away from Farkas. Unaware of her environment. "Lady Ashina!" Dinar called out. But she heard this time around. She didn't want to listen to them. Right now, the only thing she wants to do is what her heart tells her to do. To leave the Town. Nothing was interesting about it anymore. It's become a place of pain. "Grandmother said that I will always get what I want, as long as I put my heart and mind into it. Grandmother, you lied to me. I prayed for Beowulf.""Lady Ashina," Cathulf grabbed her hard. She brought her back to consciousness and made her aware of her environment. "My Lady, I know your fears. But it's not worth it. He hasn't picked her yet. He hasn't accepted his daughter yet." Cathulf comforted her. "It's all the same, isn't it?" Ashina said. Her voice faded. It's shaky. It's a bit croaky and not lively. She had lost her spirit.