71: 71 Puppy

71 Puppy

(Alen's memories) 1

"Father, where did Kral's parents go?"

I asked, leaning against my father's chest as we made our way home from the palace.

"Don't call him Kral; he is His Royal Highness, the Prince," Father said, giving my ears a gentle pinch, his expression serious.

I made a face playfully. I was just a child, still holding onto my mischievous nature.

"Okay, then. Where did His Royal Highness's parents go? He hadn't seen them for a whole week. During today's lesson with the elders, he couldn't hold back his tears."

In my heart, I called him Kral. He was taller and stronger than me, but he never bullied me.

When my father sent me to study at the palace alongside Kral, I felt nervous. The palace was grand, filled with intricate stone sculptures. As I cautiously entered the study, I remembered my father's advice: "Don't oppose the Prince."

I expected the Prince to be proud and aloof, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw a young boy with golden eyes fixed upon me. He patted my shoulder and reassured me that as long as he was by my side, no one would dare to harm me. He promised that once he became the King, I would be his most trusted companion, and all the werewolves would show me the utmost respect.

But Kral's parents have been absent for a long time. Every time the elder teaches the class, he sighs deeply while looking at Prince Kral, then gently pats his head.

Kral remained silent, but I noticed him clenching his fists and his eyes becoming moist.

"Did you see the prince crying?!" my father asked, surprised.

I understood his astonishment because Kral has always been the most serious child, often appearing calmer than many adult werewolves.

"Of course," I replied, although I hadn't actually seen it. But I wanted to know about Kral's parents. I believed he must be eager to know as well. I didn't dare to ask the elder, so I turned to my father for answers.

"Don't inquire too much. You need to focus on your studies," my father evaded my gaze. Ah, well, it seems I won't be able to find out what I want to know.

But how can I make Kral happier? I rubbed my temples, deep in thought. At night, I shifted into a wolf, quietly evading the gaze of the household servants. I leaped over the walls and ran into the forest outside the city.

"Wwooo~" The moon tonight was shining brightly, enticing me to let out a soft howl. As a lycan, the difference between us and regular werewolves is that we can shift when we are kids.

The Lycan's vision allows me to see clearly even in the darkness of the night. I rolled playfully in the grass, in search of my target tonight—a special flower. It took me a long time to come up with this plan. Whenever my mother sees flowers, her face lights up with joy. Our home is always adorned with an array of blossoms. I thought, why not venture into the forest and pick a flower? Tomorrow, during class, I will present the flower to Kral, and it will surely bring a smile to his face.

I ventured into a meadow of flowers. Every time I plucked one, I discovered even more captivating ones ahead. Gradually, I found myself journeying deeper into the forest.

"Little puppy!!!"

Suddenly, a human voice sounded from behind me. Every hair on my body stood on end. Before I could react, a hand seized my neck, and I found myself enveloped in a gentle embrace.

"Ah, ah, ah! Little puppy! So cute!" The person who caught hold of me was a human girl who appeared to be around seven or eight years old. She had vibrant emerald eyes and light golden hair. Her face was smudged with dirt, and she wore a silver-gray robe. She enthusiastically ruffled my fur, making it quite disheveled.

"Whimper, whimper~~" Damn it! I am a noble Lycan! I'm not some foolish little dog! I kept protesting and expressing my discontent towards her. However, to my surprise, this girl had quite a strong grip, and I found myself unable to shift back into human form.

Help! I struggled in her arms, but she held me tight. While tousling my fur, she murmured to herself, "My mentor was right. She said I would find a cute little dog tonight, and I truly found a cute blue-eyed dog."

"My mentor is truly amazing!"

She hopped and skipped into the forest, holding me like a lifeless puppet.

My limbs grew numb. I gazed at the round moon in the sky, realizing that she was definitely not an ordinary human.

……

"I'm back!" The door of a small wooden cottage swung open. The flickering fire in the fireplace illuminated the room.

The room was filled with bottles containing mysterious colored liquids, randomly placed without any apparent purpose. Several brooms were leaning against the corner. Dusty ropes hung from the ceiling beams, resembling slender snakes.

"Welcome back, Vivian!" echoed a peculiar voice from the fireplace. The flames seemed to greet the girl.

Damn it, why can the fireplace talk? I anxiously hid in the girl's embrace, staring at the flames in shock.

"Where did my mentor go?" The little girl asked the fire.

"Look behind you," it replied.

I turned my head. A long shadow slithered in slowly. I quickly bit the girl's hand, urging her to step back. Damn it, it was a snake! The frail human body couldn't withstand venom!

However, the girl dropped me to the ground. I clumsily rolled a few times, watching her happily approach the snake.

"Mentor, I missed you so much!"

Just as she was about to step on the snake, I suppressed my fear and let out a threatening howl. I hoped she wouldn't get bitten. But to my surprise, the snake transformed into a woman.

Finally, I understood what they were. They were special humans, mysterious witches.

I stood there, watching the little girl tightly hugging the witch's leg, pointing at me and saying, "Look at my little dog!"

F.uck!! I'm not a stupid dog, I'm a wolf!!!

I howled, but the witch smiled at me. Her red lips curled up. For some reason, I instinctively held my tail and remained silent.

Two pale and cold fingers approached me. She grabbed me by the nape of my neck and lifted me up. Slowly, she said, "So, you're a lycan. Are you Vivian's fated mate?"

Her voice was beautiful, like a song, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.

"Do you want a flower, right?" The witch took out a blue flower from her pocket. It was more beautiful than any flower I had ever seen, glowing with fluorescence. Her beautiful eyes gazed at me. "Let's make a deal. I'll give you this flower, and you'll give me one of your wolf fangs."

The next day, I woke up at home. There was a glowing blue flower on my bedside table, and I had lost one of my baby teeth.

Instead of giving the flower to Prince Kral, I placed it on my bedside table. It never withered, as if it would never fade away. Only when I looked at this flower could I convince myself that the girl and the witch were not illusions.

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