Valkyre POV

"You are a Goddess," she stated. "And the packs of wolves are ready to hunt you down," she added. "Its a matter of few days,"

My breath stopped for a moment at the word 'goddess'. "Goddess of what?" I asked, and she looked at me with disbelief.

"You don't know?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"How would I?" I asked in return, and she stared deeply into my eyes.

"What do you feel you are? Have you ever been to a forest or near people like you? Do they scare you or thrill you?" she asked, and I gulped nervously, wondering what she meant.

What were my people?

Why did I be in the forest to be near them?

"Wait a moment," I inhaled deeply, and my brows knit into a thin line before I asked, "Are you implying that I belong to those animals?"

She grew silent, and with each passing moment, she stayed shut until she chose to lower her gaze and reply. "It shall be you who finds it out. But have you never doubted yourself?" she asked, and I drowned deep in the ocean of questions about my reality.

Who was I, actually?

After Astra and Celestia left, I remained in my chamber, twisting and tossing in my bed, wondering what my next step should be. I wondered how I could get rid of the King, Lucas' father, and werewolves, too.

But what if I was one of them?

It was not possible.

How could it be?

I could not feel like them. Did I?

There was only one way to find out.

And, it was the history. I had to step into the library.

I stepped down before wasting any more moments, and an attendee joined me so I would not be left unchaperoned.

"You wait here for me," I asked her as I stepped into the old building. The lighting was dim, with only the dusk's slight brightness sneaking inside. My sandals clicked against the stone floor as I walked into the den, wondering who wrote these many books. I had never been much of a book fan.

The library was mainly round, with light chandeliers hanging from chairs thicker than me. Four long ladders reached the shelves' highest part, arranged in a circle against the wall. In the middle was a huge table.

It was wonderful.

But, I wondered where I could find the history of werewolves. I should have already begun.

And I did. I began studying the shelves and found them arranged topic-wise. There was politics, geology, and architecture; finally, I saw history. History of Gods, Demons, Demi-Gods, Dragons, history of what was before Gods, and at last, my sight fell on the history of werewolves. Hundreds of books were on it, and I wondered which to pick up.

The one near me was the Lycaon Appellation. I pulled it out and opened a random page. It was old, the pages were washed and yellow, and it smelled like wood.

I walked towards the table and hurriedly placed it before reading it. It was a random page.

But as soon as I began to read it, I felt goosebumps in my body. The handmade image of the Lycaon, the first werewolf, had intense eyes as if he were directly looking into mine. And their Goddess, the moon.

She was the one who accepted them when the world abandoned them. Since then, they have started praying for her. On each moon night, their powers heighten, and on each no-moon night, they feel incapable of fighting, so they hide.

They have special abilities, such as being able to smell the slightest of things, hear low noise, fight for long periods of time, and fear almost nothing.

A collection of werewolves are called packs. And, each pack has their leader which is called an Alpha. An Alpha is the best, the strongest, the biggest, intelligent and someone who leads the pack. The only threats to the Alphas are other Alphas, younger Alphas, their old age, and the outside world. Apart from Alphas, the one who keeps an eye on or handles the disputes among a few packs over a particular region is called the Alpha King, and the Alpha King, the oldest among them, is called the Alpha God.

There are two ways to bring a werewolf pup into the world: either mate with a female werewolf or with a human female, but the human pregnancy with the werewolves always kills them during the childbirth or before the birth. The female werewolves are free to mate with whomever they want, but they must mate with the Alpha, Beta, or Delta first as their deflowering.

After the Alphas come the Betas, the second in command, second strongest, largest, and most intelligent. The same types of ranking apply to Deltas.

It was the basic information I got about them reading a few pages, but suddenly I was curious about the history. Who was the first werewolf?

I turned back to the page one and began reading.

Lycaon, the son of Pelasgus, angered the god Zeus when he served him a meal made from the remains of a sacrificed boy. As punishment, the enraged Zeus turned Lycaon and his sons into wolves. Lycaon and his fifty sons were cursed with it, and Lycoan was called the cursed King.

But, when turned into the werewolf, he could only turn into his human form on the moon night. They were abandoned by the King of Gods, Zeus, and then made a pack of themselves.

With time, they managed to impress the Moon Goddess, who allowed them to shift into human or wolf form whenever they wanted, but this was nearly impossible under the no-moon light.

Since female werewolves could not mate with or birth their children, the Moon Goddess asked her son to give them three beautiful werewolves; each was a Goddess born into adulthood.

But, there were specific rules to follow.

Each night, only one would mate with the one girl. It would be the girls' choice whom they would mate with.

The eldest granddaughter of the Moon Goddess was the prettiest and gentlest of them. It was said that each night, he would only choose the youngest son of the Lycaon, Zephyr.

Seeing this, the other sons felt enraged, wondering when they would have the chance to mate with her. Their frustration reached a peak when the other two girls fell pregnant.

It was only going to be interesting. I did not know how long it had been since I had read it, so I glued myself to the chair.

After knowing this, Zephyr and the eldest Princess, Selene, ran away from there and waited for the whole moon night. When Zephyr shifted into his human form, they were legally married and had their names noted in the book of marital records.

They were deeply in love.

But, it did not even take the other sons a month to find them. It was said that the other sons of the Lycaon raped Selene one by one, together, right in front of Zephyr's eyes, while beating him almost to the death.

Selene died, and the Moon Goddess was angered. They have broken the rule.

So, as their punishment, she cursed all the werewolves always to fight each other long and never be satisfied with their lust. They would die longing for the love.

Seeing their sons fight over the mate, Lycoan was displeased with Zephyr for running away with Selene. He used his lifetimes of mystic power and cursed him with immortality and the pain of separation.

After that, Lycaon died, and Zephyr ran away. Historians say he spent centuries in isolation while he saw the world burning around him.

This was it. The book was finished.

But I wanted to read more and learn more about Zephyr and what happened next. If he had the curse of immortality, he must be alive.

How old would he be?

Oh, My God!

Celestia took a similar name. Yes, I remembered she told me about Zephyr.

Who the hell he was? And where was he?

I immediately ran to the shelf to find a book related to him. My eyes gazed at all the titles, one of which was the recent history of the werewolves.

As I thought and went through the pages, my sight fell on his name and a handmade image of him. He was sitting on an old throne made of black shining stone under the tree of black leaves. The image suggests that.

It was written that the tree had as many leaves as the days Zephyr spent on the land alive. It was said that the day his love died, the tree turned pitch black, and it grows even blacker when he remembers her the most.

The man's love story was tragic and unique. The girl would be pretty if his lover were still waiting for her.

The werewolves, who idolise him as his God after Lycoan and all these remaining sons died, follow him. They never touched more than one mate and are loyal to him. His pack is not big like others, but they are insanely powerful. All members are capable enough to be an Alpha but wish to live for harmony or kill when the time demands.

And the name of his pack is Aetherion. And he is famous as the Alpha God, Zephyr Aetherion, the immortal, the justice and the ascetic.

I immediately closed the book.

My heart beat wildly as soon as I recognised him from my nightmares—not the face, but the height, posture, body, black, and everything the book tells about his aura.

He was scary.

But what could be his motive for me if he was ascetic?

I inhaled deeply and opened the book again to read more about him. I just could not stop myself.

As soon as I continued reading, I found his motives.

He was to kill and see all the other werewolves suffer, who were the descendants of his brothers. Though he would never directly fight them inside, he wishes them to suffer from the scarcity of females, to die with the lust and never know what love means.

Love.

He desires for Love.

Still.

But, as much as he wishes them to die and suffer, as the God and Justice, he protects them from the outside threat. He never lost any war, even if he stands alone; his roar is audible to the other ends of the forests, oceans, and villages.

He stays discreetly with his pack and only comes out when required.

There was one thing that I understood after reading it all. And, as much as there was glory in it, the world was a hell for the female werewolves. They would be shared, raped, forced to give birth, and their life would mean only that.

And, if I were to keep the things happening with me since my birth or what Celestia told me, I could be a female werewolf.

And, it rightly connects to the point that all the wolves run towards me, not to harm me, but to attract me.

That means I was just another female werewolf to them, a scarce resource to keep their generations going.

I felt a tightness in my stomach, and suddenly, the door of the library opened, and I shivered to death. I could not find anyone here, let alone read in the library, which was like sneaking.

Thankfully, it was just Thalor, and he smiled.

"Hello, widow Princess," he greeted and approached me. I sat on the chair, pushing the book aside and saw him sitting across me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, enjoying an apple, and I smiled weakly.

"Nothing, I enjoy reading," I said, and he chuckled, almost choking on the apple.

"What?" I asked as he behaved seriously weirdly.

"Reading is the last thing you enjoy. You like riding, fencing, fighting, and everything rebellious," he said, and my mouth hung open.

"How do you know that?" I asked, and he smiled.

"I told you, I am a Demi-God," he said, and I half-smiled.

"Who shifts into a dragon," I said on his behalf, and he lowered his gaze.

"And I can know about a person by touching his hand," he finished, and I remembered the day we first met.

We shook hands.

"So, that's how you know which girl is interested in you?" I asked, referring to the woman he was fucking the other day.

"You are not interested," he stated, and I rolled my eyes.

"As you said, I am more into rebellious things; it's difficult for me to surrender to mere shivers," I said, and he smiled, nodding his head.

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