Throne boy gently unlocks the metal contraption on my head.
An idea pops into my head. Should I?
I definitely should. A devilish smile plays on my wolfy lips. "Speak, beastie!" Throne boy thinks I can be controlled.
Crack. Crack crack. Crack. "What unholy sound is that!?" Female shrieks. Crack. Crack. Crack.
I use my human hands to grab her. She tries to stand but I keep her pinned down. She yells for help.
Throne boy doesn't move. Female squirms until I free her. She runs to the door. Leaving me and throne boy alone.
I throw my head back and laugh whole heartedly. A second source of laughter erupts from Throne boy.
"You're a riot, beast." He says through fits of laughter. "Thank you, I owe you. She was annoying me."
"Bjorn." Is all I said to him in answer.
"What?"
"My name is Bjorn."
"Oh I'm Ulrich."
I don't answer. I don't want to get to know this bastard.
Ulrich finds his way next to me. I could easily kill him right now. I can't. They'll kill the pups.
"How old are you, Bjorn?" Ulrich tries to look at me while he asks. He's eyes aren't equipped for the darkness like mine.
"I'll be 24 this spring." I mutter.
"Oh, I became twenty today."
"Your inauguration is on your day of birth..." I think out loud.
Inaugurating. Or coronation is when the Old Alpha blesses their eldest son with the title of Alpha. This traditionally happens when the eldest son is 24. On his birthday. I would have gotten father's title in spring, but with his death, the remaining pack members have accepted me as their alpha. They are probably regretting it by now. I blessed an unlawful couple.
"You are educated?" Ulrich interrupts my thoughts.
"I'm not a savage."
"Why did you growl at me?"
Why should I answer? "You ordered my sister killed."
"You have familial bonds? I thought werewolves are mindless killers."
"Yes, werewolves are, but I am not a werewolf. I am an ulfamenni." I stare blankly at this idiot.
"What's the difference?"
"Werewolves are human wolf hybrids, with no intelligence. Ulfamenni are intelligent, educated, cultured, and we don't ravish each other for no reason, we are the superior species."
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Echoes of War
FantasyAfter a massacre Bjorn's pack has 15 standing members, his luck worsens when he becomes a pet. Then someone unexpected saves him, worsening his luck.
