The Prophecy Of Wolves.

Chapter: 1

As the sound of wielding swords increased, the young boy moved in that direction. His bright blue eyes, black hair, which was a little long, his fair skin, and pinkish cheeks added to his innocence. His small hands held a little lily flower.

He carefully pushed aside the bushes and reached an empty ground, where a young girl was practicing her sword. She wielded it skillfully, moving it up and down, then round, as if to pierce someone's heart. He admired her, and it wasn't his first time watching her practice. Her serious little face, whitish skin, and doe eyes captivated him. Her light brown, shoulder-length hair framed her face. She looked barely 8 or 9 years old.

He blushed, sat down a little far away, and watched her. After a while, the girl gazed at him, and his heart plummeted against his chest. His cheeks reddened even more, and he couldn't meet her eyes.

"H-hello," he said timidly. She watched him silently, and he looked away, embarrassed. She noticed the flowers in his hand and sighed thoroughly.

"How are you?" she asked, without curiosity or emotion, as if it were a mere formality. "Great," he replied, his voice barely audible, but she understood and nodded.

An awkward silence followed, awkward only for her, as he silently played with his flowers and occasionally glanced at her. She couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Don't you have any work?" Her voice was soft, not rude or cold. He smiled and shook his head, and her eyebrows frowned deeply, but she didn't ask further.

It had been almost six months since he started visiting her. One day, his rabbit got lost in the forest, and while searching for it, he found her practicing her sword. She neither shooed the rabbit away nor got angry. He saw how she practiced her sword and how adorable she looked with a serious face. From that moment on, he started visiting her regularly, even though she didn't seem to like it. But being stubborn, he paid no attention to her indifference and kept coming. As time passed, she didn't hate his presence but never let him know that. Whenever he came, she practiced her sword to avoid him, and surprisingly, he never asked who she was or why she came here. Neither did she ask him any questions. It was a mysterious friendship between them, comfortable for both.

As the sun came down, the girl gazed at him. "Aren't you going?" "I'm going, Celeste," he replied. Hearing him, she rolled her eyes and cringed. "I have never told you my name. Why do you always call me that?" "Because I like it," he said shortly and got up. She frowned gloomily and shook her head.

"Why?"

"Because you are heavenly beautiful to me, and a celestial star."

He said, and she was taken aback but didn't say anything and nodded only. They both left their own ways; the boy smiled at himself and soon reached the forest border, where he noticed a man. He ran to him and giggled, seeing his worried face.

"Your Highness, you again..."

"Sowwy, Thane," he said cutely, with a baby voice. "You always come here; what if His Majesty got to know it?" At first, his face paled, but then he smiled confidently. "Then Thane will handle it, isn't it?" He said, and Thane sighed at his stubborn master and nodded slowly with a smile.

***

"Just where is she?" a girl, probably older than the previous young girl, said to a young boy standing beside her. "What do you think?" he sarcastically replied. The girl rolled her eyes eagerly, looking at the door; the hall was filled with nobles and many people, and their little sister was nowhere to be seen. The boy had a straight face, not facing this type of situation for the first time. He looked away from the door and noticed their father coming toward them.

"Father...-"

"Zaren, you said she is coming; where is she?" Zaren, the boy, sighed and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the main door opened, revealing the same girl from the forest. Her dress was pink and white, and she looked at everyone, who awed at her cute appearance, but she neither acknowledged their behavior nor their gazes.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." She bowed and looked into his eyes; the king, her father, firmly gazed back at her.

"Don't. I already told you not to be late. You know today is the ceremony of crown." She nodded, "Then don't show me your eyes; I'm not forgiving you, Princess." She looked down and nodded again.

He sighed and left, glancing at Calantha, her older sister. "Okay, now enough of this; we should get going and meet with the alphas," Calantha said. The young girl nodded and followed her older siblings. Zaren looked at his sister, who was holding his little finger, a habit of hers whenever she walked beside him; he usually held her hand more tightly.

"Asteria,"

Zaren called out; she looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He bent down to her height. She seriously looked at him, but with those doe eyes, it still appeared cute and adorable.

"Make sure to be beside me," he said, putting his hand on her head and caressing it a little. She nodded and went along with them.

***

The king, sitting in the throne, angrily looked at the young boy, who was trembling under his presence. Thane nervously looked at the king and bowed down.

"Where was he?" the king asked. Thane nervously smiled and looked at the prince.

"With me; he was with me."

"Are you sure?" He nodded, and the king got up from his seat, his long black hair reaching his waist, his blue eyes matching his son's, and his facial features mirroring the young boy's; it was no doubt he was his father. He probably looked like he was in his late 20s or early 30s. He approached the boy, bent down, and put his fingers on his chin, lifting his face.

"I told you to take classes, but you didn't; why?"

His voice was as cruel as the devil of hell; the boy tried his best to talk, but nothing came out.

"I asked, what you didn't take your class, Eryndor Thorne?"

His voice, calling his full name, gave Eryndor goosebumps. He gulped hard. "It will never happen, father." He said, and the king chuckled at him; suddenly, his eyes turned dark blue, a beautiful color that could hypnotize anyone. Soon, the dark blue fur appeared, along with long nails and bigger eyes. His wolf form was extremely fearful yet beautiful. Eryndor put his hand over his lips to stifle any sound.

"Rowan, it will never happen; I'm sorry; it was my fault!"

Thane said, afraid of the nearing future, but Rowan put his claws on his stomach and neared his face to his; their blue eyes were so similar, bright and sharp, but the emotions were different - Rowan held a certain cruelty, and Eryndor, fear.

"I'm sorry, dad."

He now cried, in pain, in fear, and in agony. Thane turned blue, seeing Rowan's dangerous eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rowan; it will never happen; please leave him."

"God damn it, he is your son!"

Rowan backed away and returned to his human form; he strangely looked at Thane, who was a little older, maybe in his mid-30s. Thane hugged Eryndor, still looking at Rowan.

"Make sure it never happens, or you will see the worst of me, Thane Thorne."

He said and left. Eryndor cried harder, clinging to him more and more, hiding himself. His stomach was now hurting from the burning claws. Thane took him to his room and treated him; Eryndor never had a mother because she ran away after giving birth to him. His father was insanely cruel and cold by personality. He never blamed his mom for running away because if he were in her place, he would also run away, seeing Rowan's personality. But when there was no answer, he sighed and moved on with the day, hoping to get better with life.