My Story

Who am I? Part 3

Just wanted to try something new while writing an old book...so ya enjoy this chappie.
Really sorry if I'm confusing anyone, but these parts are important in the future!! Trust me!! Ok enjoy!!!

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Chapter 17

Luciel's POV

I was dragged and pushes into a wagon filled with different ranks of warriors. Me being the smallest and weakest of them all, I was unnoticed by them. My captain had just informed to me that we were off to do an order for His Highness yesterday. I had just started my warrior training about two months ago. I have only learnt the basic techniques and some advanced ones and now I was being told that I was to participate in this attack planned by our king.

Although I am unskilled with the techniques of a 1st rank warrior or even 4th ranked I am rather skilled in handling a long sword. I have been using the long sword the late King gave me before he passed away a few years ago. He was a good King, but was then replaced by his power-greedy son. I never liked him but alas I also feared him for I have seen first hand how cruel and merciless he can be.

Breathing out a heavy sigh I leant my head near an opening for a window. I watch the trees pass by in the night sky. 'If only I hadn't lived that day then maybe I could've joined them up there by now.' I thought.

I wish so much that I could join them right now. I miss them dearly and regret not being strong enough to save them. It pains my heart knowing that my mate might reject me for I am too weak; physically and mentally. And also my mate may not want a male as a partner. Yes, I am what they call gay. Don't misunderstand I appreciate and respect woman and girls but they just don't seem to appeal to me as much. Thinking about my mate makes my heart sink to my stomach. It hurts to think that he or....she might just reject me because of who I am and my past; no offense to all the lovely she-wolves, but I'm gay can't help what I'm attracted to.
Being a gay wolf is a hard thing; I don't want to live the rest of my life alone and scared. I want to feel wanted, loved, and protected. I want to be in my mates arms and stay there for all of eternity. Sadly, finding a mate didn't seems like an option knowing they could be anywhere in the world and I'm stuck in this horrible kingdom serving one of the cruelest kings known to weres.

Without my knowing a whimper slipped out of my mouth. "Hey keep it down over there you wimp! Can't you see we're trying to play cards!!"

Oops, one of them heard me. "Tch..bastards.." I said quiet enough so I could only hear. 'What's their problem anyway?! Why do they treat me like this?? I get I'm the smallest of out the whole rank but that doesn't mean they have the right to treat their lower ranks like this!!' I thought.

With a distracted sigh I drifted off to a dreamless sleep. This trip might take awhile...

~Arrival~

"Alright men! Get your gear ready and meet me at the front lines!! COME ON MOVE YOU SORRY EXCUSES FOR SOLDIERS!!!!!"

I jolted awake hitting my head on a piece of wood in the process. "..ite.."

I gripped my head with one hand and tried to collect my gear with the other. I somehow was able to grab all my stuff before heading out of the wagon thing. It smelt terrible in there, being one of the few werewolves in there I had a stronger sense of smell. It's good to have it but it feels like a curse ones you smell those beasts...

I say beasts because they are, human and were. Both of them were trained by the higher ranks before them and those generals have taken the cruelty of the King with them. The King punishes anyone who shows mercy to us lower ranks. So when it comes to a point where a weakling, like me comes a long well let's just say it isn't pretty to watch.