CHAPTER 4
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Furrey's POV
I turned and saw my Grandma the Queen, entering the chamber with her majestic intimidating grin. She looked at me softly with her milky coffee eyes. Her eyes complimented her dark brown hair tied in a ponytail as she walked towards my grandpa.
The flowery bohemian purple color flowing gown with a corset waist emphasized her hourglass shape and complimented her glowing yellow skin. If my 122-year-old Grandma can still be as beautiful as this in her age, I wonder most times how encapsulating her beauty must have been in her prime.
"I obviously look different today for you to be long lost in thought, my Grandson," she said softly snapping me out of my reverie.
"Why does your beauty keep increasing grandma? I keep asking you to tell me the secret so I can sell it to those in need."
"Oh, come on my boy, stop flattering me," she giggled.
"Roseline, will you stop distracting this crucial discussion with your frivolities?" the king smirked.
"Vulcan, my royal husband, your conversations with this little cub should not always result in an intense burst of disapproval." My grandma whispered, gently stroking his back and calming his frayed nerves as he sat back on his royal chair.
I grumbled at the use of my nickname and turned to leave the room for my apartment.
"We are not done with this conversation, Furrey" my grandpa said, raising an eyebrow.
I turned to face both my grandparents, their gaze waiting for my response.
I often think about my grandparents' extraordinary union, a love story that transcends time. For almost a century, they have been inseparable, their lives intertwined together like an ancient tapestry.
Why have they been thriving for so long? Perhaps it is the mystical 'Mate Bond Theory,' which holds a cosmic power that ties souls throughout lifetimes. Or perhaps it is simply the power of their love, imprinted on the very fabric of creation, proving that love endures forever.
I bowed. "I will do as you command your Majesty."
The king nodded in satisfaction and his Queen, my grandma, chuckled to my response.
"The most important law from the moon goddess that binds the descendants of the royal blood, the Fuco dynasty, is that we must be bound only to our mate. Any bond different from this brings a curse not only on the royal blood but on the whole pack. You will perform a cleansing rite as instructed by the moon goddess after which your wolf instinct will lead you to your mate by following the thunderbolt sign in the sky. Wherever you get to and the thunderbolt morphs into a wolf, there is where your mate awaits."
My grandpa chuckled as he continued," This exact way is how I found Roseline, your grandmother and the queen of this great kingdom, at Greenlake pack where she was managing her mother's embroidery business."
They both glanced at each other and giggled. I sighed, "What an embarrassing lovey dovey sight to behold."
"When will the cleansing rite take place?" I asked.
"When you are ready my grandson," he replied.
"I am ready for the cleansing then," I shrugged.
My grandpa rose in excitement from his royal chair and shouted, " Tomorrow the cleansing rite shall begin" and he smiled.
He continued, "Gamma Tuffa will take charge of the warrior training when you are away and I will discharge other duties accordingly. You can leave now and prepare for tomorrow."
Grandma smiled and gave a nod for me to leave.
I moved out of the king's chamber, and the heavy oak door shut behind me. The air in the hallway was cold and musty, and the walls were decorated with faded tapestries portraying long-forgotten conflicts.
I rested against the cold stone wall, lost in concentration, as the lift creaked and moaned, preparing to transport me away from the core of the castle.
I have heard several times from the king about the necessity to have a mate as a wolf from the age of eighteen as it is widely accepted that male wolves with mates gain more respect than those without. The most surprising part is the rites that come with the royal bloodline.
I have always imagined picking one of my female warriors as a mate, but now it seems impossible, but I had to follow the out-of-vogue method of having a mate.
Even if I am to go on a wild goose chase for a mate just to snag the crown, not at the expense of delegating my duties to play hide-and-seek with a lost mate!
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The cleansing rite is to take place for five days in the sacred ceremony room built a mile away from the castle.
The following day, I had a herbal bath with cinnamon, rose, lemon slices, and chrysanthemum while my grandparents held incense and prayed to the moon goddess.
On the second day, I did the same. The only difference was the moonlit dew added to the water.
On the third day, I had no bath, only asked to drink from the moonlit dew.
The fourth day, which was the last day of the rite, I was instructed to drink sage with lavender, and peppermint tea.
On the fifth day, which was the last day of the cleansing rite, I was asked to take the same bath.
After the 5th hour sitting under the moon, I felt an unusual sharp pain under my skin as my wolf forcefully surfaced without emotions triggering it. I felt weird, but it showed he was responding to the energy frequency released by the moon goddess and I couldn't control him, so I allowed him to do his thing.
He stood in the moonlight, Greygo full of black and gray fur, also bigger than his normal size, his crimson eyes glowing. Energy flows within him, strengthening my human senses. His nostrils flared, catching scents from the breeze. His ears twitched, alert to distant sounds.
His gray fur had changed to black. He felt different, and I felt better. I adored his new look with his increased strength and propelled muscle.
'The cleansing is complete,' Greygo growled, and I walked back to the castle.
My grandpa waited outside the castle tower with Gamma Tuffa and some royal guards. As they sighted me still in my wolf form, they all looked surprised, and they all immediately bowed their heads as a sign of honor except my dad who smiled and nodded in satisfaction.
I shifted back to human and embraced the opened arms of my grandpa, not minding my nakedness.
"You are now fully ready to go and search for your soul mate, my grandson."
The journey took fourteen nights before the thunderbolt, visible only to my eyes, transformed into a wolf at the center of the Greeve Field High School building.
I wondered from a distance in my black BMW M5 sport car why the thunderbolt could not transform at a more interesting place, not even a college!
I called my grandpa to inform him, so he contacted top werewolf officials to secure my admission into the school through the scholarship exams, all with the aim of finding my mate.
*****
This is my third year in Greeve Field and I haven't seen my mate.
After winning a basketball competition, my school began preparing for the next one, which is a few months away.
As I dribbled, the surrounding atmosphere became cold and weak, causing my wolf to be defensive.
I could not trace where that energy came from but I was sure it was inside the school.
I should feel connected to my mate and not the feeling of getting attacked by some unknown, strange and untraced power.
I threw the ball at Henry and left the field because if I waited a minute on that field, Greygo would surface looking for whoever tried to attack him.
"You don't have to panic, my grandson," my grandpa assured as I explained what happened to him that evening over the phone. He continued; "I will send Beta to assist you in searching for answers while you continue looking for your mate."
"But we spoke over the phone last night. Is he back from the business inspection at Northwind Park?" I asked.
"This is an urgent matter, the business inspection can wait. The search for your mate is more important," my grandpa explained.
*****
This is the third time in two weeks this has happened, and I have no answer.
"Alpha Furrey, we need to talk." a voice snapped me out of my deep thoughts in the bathroom stall.
My eyes widened as Greygo red eyes hid behind my coffee-colored ones. "Who is it?" I asked. As I couldn't perceive the person's scent.
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