The Orange Werewolf bound to three alphas

During the second rising of the blood-red moon in the year of the Dragon, a vision appeared in my dreams—a terrifying scene of tragedy and suffering. Chaos would consume the palace; rivers of blood would flow upon the ground, while deafening screams of agony and pleas for mercy echoed through the halls. The white palace of the Lyran Empire would be reduced to ruins in a single night, and the cause would be a colossal, black, monstrous wolf, nearly ten meters in size. According to legend, this is the "Great Feral," a monster that brings destruction and will wipe out the werewolf race. While everyone knows of the Feral, no one knows when it will strike, or who carries the cursed fate to become its vessel of destruction. Except for me. That's right, I am Sharmaine Light. I come from the Light Wolf clan, one of the ten great clans of the empire. Unexpectedly, I was bestowed with the powers of an Oracle, a rare gift that includes the ability to see the future. I was only ten years old when I first received this power and saw the Feral in my dreams. It has returned every year since, appearing without fail whenever the full moon rises. Back then, I had no idea what would happen if anyone discovered my ability. I was just a young girl, and I feared that my quiet life would be shattered if my secret got out. The dream regarding the appearance of the Feral is incredibly sensitive, especially because it never shows the direct circumstances of how it begins. All I know is that the Feral will destroy the entire Imperial Palace and slaughter everyone within. But the most shocking part of the vision is the identity of the Great Feral. In my dreams, even before it transforms into a giant wolf, it is already inside the palace. Even though the vision shows it from a distance and with its back turned, I recognize the attire and the crown—they belong to the Emperor of Lyran. Yes, the Feral that everyone fears is the Emperor himself. I didn't know if I should tell anyone, or if anyone would even believe me. The worst part was the fear that I would be executed for being accused of spreading malicious prophecies. Traumatized and fearful, I kept it to myself. I told neither my family nor anyone else. As time passed, I chose to live as an ordinary person. I continued my life as if nothing happened, trying not to think about those visions—especially since, even as a Light Wolf, we were not obligated to work in the palace. Our town is separated from the Imperial Palace, and I convinced myself that even if the disaster from my dream were to occur, it would never reach our home. When I turned eighteen—the age when a young werewolf receives their power from the Moon Goddess—my family expected that the next full moon would bring my blessing. They brought me to the town shrine along with hundreds of others. As the eldest daughter of the clan, it was important to them that I receive the Moon's grace in public. But on the night of the full moon, something unexpected happened. No one can predict the true will of the Moon Goddess, and even I, with my strange powers as an Oracle, was caught off guard. At the shrine, with the entire Light Wolf town watching, I underwent a transformation. My sharp claws began to emerge, and my body was enveloped in energy until I shifted into an unusual wolf. "What happened? Why is your fur that color?" everyone whispered in disbelief. Instead of the usual white color common to our kind, my fur had turned orange. I didn't know if this was a side effect of being an Oracle, but I still didn't tell my parents or anyone else about my gift, fearing that I would be exploited or taken away from them. News of the strange event at the Light Wolf clan spread. Many were delighted or amazed, viewing it as a blessing. However, in other towns and regions, some considered it a bad omen, while others simply laughed at it. A few days later, a decree arrived from the palace—the day my world began to crumble. The palace ordered the youth of our town to be sent to the Imperial Academy, and unfortunately, my name was on the list. "This can't be. The Imperial Academy is on the very grounds of the palace. If I go there, I might be caught in the tragedy I saw," I thought. I tried to plead with my parents and refused to go, but they wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to follow orders and enter the palace to study. "If I die there, it will be your fault!" I told my parents. "Don't be so dramatic. You're just going there to study, not to go to war," my father replied. "Nothing bad will happen to you there, Sharmaine. The palace is safe from any danger," my mother said gently. Days passed, and the opening ceremony of the Imperial Academy began. That was when I first saw the Emperor of Lyran presiding over the ceremony. He looked nothing like the person in my dreams; he was an old man with white hair, leaning on a cane. "Wait, is that really the Emperor? Why is he so old?" I wondered. "What kind of question is that? The Emperor has always been old. He's nearly seventy," my companion replied. I couldn't believe it. He looked nothing like the figure in my dreams. I started to doubt my own powers. "I've been traumatized for six years because of a dream that wasn't even true," I muttered in frustration. In front of thousands of students, the Emperor thanked everyone who answered his call. "I am happy to see you all in this hall, youth of the Lyran Empire. The Imperial Academy was founded to strengthen and provide every young person the opportunity to hone their skills in all areas... It is our mission to empower the next generation of werewolves through the study of the arcane arts, moral integrity, and the responsible use of intellect, strength, and magic for the benefit of all." People applauded after his speech, and I joined them. Now that I knew my dreams were just nonsense, my fear vanished. I decided I would just focus on cooking—my passion—and graduate quickly so I could return to our town. "Right, that's the plan. I'll study here, then go back home to live a quiet life," I said cheerfully. But my joy didn't last long. As the ceremony continued, three young men, roughly my age, walked up onto the stage. The truth is, the Imperial Palace is very far from our town, and simple folk like me usually don't pay attention to the empire's politics. I didn't know the rulers of the country or the Emperor's family. "Youth of the Lyran Empire, I know this is unconventional, but I would like to introduce my three sons," the Emperor announced. "Because I want them to learn more, I have decided to have them join the Imperial Academy and study alongside you." Everyone was shocked. I didn't understand the fuss, but those around me whispered that the Emperor's family was always taught at a Royal Academy inside the palace walls. "Did you hear that? The princes are going to study with us!" "Huh? I don't know what's so special about that," I replied coldly. "Are you crazy, Sharmaine? The princes are among the most important people in the empire. One of them will become the Emperor we will serve someday," she explained. I was stunned. As the Emperor continued to speak, I looked closely at the three princes. Slowly, I realized that their builds and appearances were much closer to the "Emperor" I had seen in my dreams. What? Wait, this can't be. This is impossible. Does this mean the person I saw in my dreams wasn't the current Emperor, but one of his sons? I gulped, breaking into a cold sweat as fear washed over me. Could the Emperor I saw in my dreams be the future Emperor, and the Feral that will destroy the palace and kill everyone here is one of these three princes? My eyes widened in terror. I thought I was finally safe, but it seems like everything is just beginning..