The night was clear and the air was crisp just as it always was in Werewolf territory. It never changes. The weather was always like a paradise and Ramona had associated it with the magic that saturated the land. Werewolves needed to thrive in a rich wooded area that's why the goddess Luna had created such a suitable home for her children.
Renin had shifted into his wolf form as soon as they stepped out of the palace's gates. A guard had pointed out just as they were walking out that he had orders from the prince of wolves not to let his human mate out. Renin waved him off telling him not to worry since he would be her personal guard for the night. When the guard made a small sound of protest, Renin snapped at him and told him that he is also a prince of wolves, and he needed to learn his place before questioning him. The young guard squeaked and stumbled away from Renin in fear which he found satisfying. Renin can make an imposing figure when he's not being a fool or a flirt.
He was a hulking figure reddish brown with golden highlights. A sight to behold. His wolf, even though smaller, is more beautiful than Val's. He mentioned earlier that it would be better for him to be in his wolf form for easy tracking. Ramona did not argue and was happy to trail after him without putting an effort following a scent or pawprints. At some point earlier, Renin's wolf had lowered his front legs and whined to her trying to communicate. He was trying to offer her a ride. Ramona considered it but it seemed a little too intimate with her crotch pressed on his spine. She had never ridden any wolf but Val's. She quickly made up her mind and declined, she can walk and keep up with him.
As polite as Renin always had been, he had made sure he wasn't moving fast enough where she wouldn't be able to keep up with him. But Ramona would have been able to anyway, he just didn't know it. Renin's wolf halted, they were headed downhill near a village market, the offensive odor of wet mud, dry sweat, rotten fish and a million other odor that mixed in the air was enough to make her stomach lurch. She remembered the smell very well when she spent three years wandering around on foot everywhere, sleeping on the streets and begging for scraps of food. Renin's wolf lifted his head to the sky sampling the smell, his nose twitching at the assault and snorted hard enough to damage his sinuses. He whined and moved towards her, nosing his garments that she had carried in her arms. Ramona didn't have to be telepathic to know what he wanted. She'd been around werewolves all her life to know he wanted his change of clothes.
"Right." Ramona said awkwardly. "Ok. I will leave you alone to change." She dropped the garment on the misty grass. Black breeches, brown leather boots and blue linen shirt and stepped away in the darkness to give him some privacy.
After a few minutes, Ren stepped out of the wooded area looking fresh, dusting his garments for stray grass and dirt that clung on them.
"We can't go any farther." He said. "The scent and any sign of the demon had vanished way back in the woods."
Ramona stared at him confused. "Way back in the woods?"
"Yes, the scent disappeared way back."
"Then why did you keep going?"
"I thought I could pick it up somewhere farther but I didn't have any luck. There are doors and portals and invisible boundaries everywhere in this land, just like any other. He must've escaped through one of them."
"Then what about Val?" She couldn't help the worry that escaped in her voice. "Did he follow the demon to hell?"
Renin flashed her one of his mischievous grins, "he turned back around a while back right where the demon scent vanished. He's probably looking for you in the palace as we speak."
She scowled. For all the years she had known him, she should have expected this. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" As if she's not already.
"If anything, it's probably me who's in trouble. I risked taking you out of the palace's gates without permission, you know how Val gets."
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The Cruel Prince of Wolves
FantasyBeing re-written Ramona can very much remember how in love she was with prince Valerian. Betrothed to him at birth, she was raised and molded to love, cherish him and to be his perfect wife. He was everything to her, Ramona loved prince Valerian th...