The Wolflan King

Freed

                                                                        Hlífe

500 years.

That's how long we have waited. I smelled her as soon as she walked into the room. Her fire was burning, a cerulean blaze. The change was upon the Princess. It was only a matter of when.

Every impulse pounding through my body threatened to turn around and desiccate Raven's Coven. Those wretched witches. I would enjoy chewing on their marrow... 

We must protect Lilith, Hlífe. Our thirst for revenge must be quelled for a bit longer. 

Inside this bulging body lay man and beast, together we were Wolflan. Strange how once in a blue moon, we agreed. 

She was a virgin. How long had it been since these nostrils smelled one? The scent was indescribable, similar to a blue rose unplucked in sweet grass meadow, radiant under the moonlight. 

After me, there was Ama, Ase, Eir, Heidrun, Rune, SKuld, Urd, Geri, Erik, Fenrir and Freki. We are the sons of Lunach the Albino, Stallion of the lidless plains drenched in darkness. Together we swore upon the first scrolls, and by this, we are bound. The sacred law of Lugarou could not be broken. To do so would anger the Ancients, summoning catastrophe. 

I had to protect her.

Even with our dying breath, we would do this.