CHAPTER 3
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As the ball was passed to him, he dribbled the ball, counting his steps to shoot through the opponent's hoop. Suddenly, the ball slipped from his grip. As he bent to pick it up, the surrounding atmosphere changed. It became cold and weakening, and none of his team members sensed it.
"I can feel it again!" Furrey growled.
The white and blue clouds above his head turned black in the blink of an eye. His wolf Instinct told him to attack.
"Attack who?" he muttered to himself.
He resisted his wolf Instinct as anger surged within him. Like a full bucket of cold water and crystal ice were poured on a blazing fire, his anger subsided as the clouds brightened.
"Furrey! Furrey! Furrey!"...
The echo of his name from his team members snapped him back to reality.
"Pass the ball to me Furrey!" one of his teammates shouted.
He threw the ball and looked around the basketball arena, unable to identify where the source of the energy or what triggered it, because many spectators were hanging around. Likewise his wolf, Greygo, couldn't pinpoint the source of the energy or what triggered it.
Furrey walked out of the training ground furiously with speed to their locker room and sat on one of the benches trying to figure out what happened. But as he heard the footsteps and faint voices of his teammates approaching, he quickly stood up and went into the bathroom stall, locked himself in to avoid questions he couldn't provide answers to.
"What happened again on the basketball court?" Henry asked.
"We know you are trying to avoid this discussion Furrey, by locking yourself in!" Kybe squawked.
"This is the third training in the last two weeks you froze and remained static, k'mmon man! What is going on!?" Tobe shrieked.
"Leave him alone, can’t you see he is exhausted from the recently concluded series of competitions? Aren’t you all tired as well? He needs some space,” said Mr. Maxwell, their coach.
Furrey gave a deep sigh of relief as he heard their footsteps departing.
He allowed the cold water from the shower to run down his wavy, chin-length brown hair, his coffee-coloured eyes staring at the mirror on the wall with a disdainful, angry look still searching for answers within himself as his wolf Greygo blood-red eyes surfaced.
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Little backstory.
Furrey joined Greeve Field High School three years ago as one out of ten scholarship students.
He has been the best student in his class and overall best in the school, excelling both in academics and his favorite sport, basketball.
"He doesn't talk too much," most students say, "but his presence commands respect and attention, a magnetic force that draws eyes and curiosity with his athletic, slender physique."
Despite his frequent absences from class due to constant practice and quarterly basketball competitions, it has never affected his academic performance, making him the envy of most students.
Female students, particularly wealthy seniors, often leave luxury gifts in his locker, including perfumes, wristwatches, and sneakers, hoping to attract his attention and engage him in conversation.
Furrey excelled on the basketball court, renowned for his athletic abilities and relentless energy, earning high honor from teammates and fear from his opponents.
Furrey is from Full Moon, the King's pack currently ruled by his grandfather, king Vulcan Fuco of Hillstorm Kingdom. A kingdom where laws, ranks and other werewolf packs are subject to his grandfather's rule. As the future heir to the throne, Furrey was trained to be a fierce warrior and a fighter with no emotions by his grandfather from the age of five till age seventeen.
At his beckoning, he commands over five hundred trained warriors of his father's kingdom.
Furrey is a werewolf who is both feared and revered, prowls swiftly with majestic vigor on the battlefield. In his human form, standing at an impressive 7 feet 7 inches, his slender physique moves with the grace of a predator. His fur, a combination of black and gray, ripples as he moves in the forest.
Furrey's eyes, the color of rich coffee, reveal secrets deeper than the forest's oldest roots. They penetrate the darkness, their eyes toughened by battles fought and losses suffered. When he fixes those eyes on you, it feels like the weight of ages is pressing down on your soul.
His fangs are as sharp as obsidian razors and have tasted the blood of both enemies and traitors. He is not merely a brute; he possesses intelligence and cunning. Furrey's dexterity is deliberate, balancing survival and revenge.
The she-wolves in his kingdom tell stories about him on the training ground field. They talk about his prowess; the way he moves quickly and swiftly during the hunt. His athleticism is unparalleled, and his strength defies his tiny build. When he runs, the ground trembles, and the leaves scatter like terrified prey.
The she-wolves, however, are bound to him by more than just terror. There is something alluring about Furrey.
Perhaps it is the vulnerability in those coffee eyes, the glimmer of a past that bothers him. Perhaps it is the ferocious and unshakable way he guards their pack, even as the moon fades and danger approaches.
Yes, Furrey is more than just a werewolf; he is a tale woven into the forest's fabric. Feared, adored, and forever enigmatic. A monster of moonlight and shadow, destined to haunt the margins of our imagination.
"You are only three months to eighteen, my grandson. It is time for you to look for your mate so we can start the preparation to crown you as the next Full Moon king of this great Hillstorm Kingdom", King Vulcan Fuco stated.
He continued," As you know, you can't be an Alpha without a mate. Therefore, it is time for you to go and look for your mate wherever she may be, so your grandmother and I can hand over the throne to you."
"There are lots of beautiful, strong female warriors in this kingdom, Grandpa. Let me pick one of them or you choose for me instead of looking for what is not lost." Furrey suggested.
"You will do no such thing! You know the laws and rules that bind this kingdom! No more bad blood among my descendants! You were told all we experienced years back and the sacrifices we made to the Moon Goddess so this kingdom will not fall apart!"
Furrey burned with anger as his grandfather uttered these words. His fingers clenched as he sweated profusely, but he looked down, showing a bit of honor to his grandfather.
King Vulcan's eyes were boiling with anger as his large green wolf eyes hardened on Furrey. His long, sharp, curved claws were already scratching the long oak wooden table he placed his hands on, his thick black fur covering his hands and clenched his teeth together.
"I repeat, you will do no such thing! Except you want to be cursed and banished to exile!" the king huffed.
"And what if I do?" Furrey growled as he raised his eyes, staring angrily at his grandfather.
"I dare you!" the king squealed as he angrily stood up from the royal chair in his bedroom made from solid walnut wood with green silk-covered armrests.
"Watch your tone cub," a voice interrupted.
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