The Crown of Humatora

The Beginning (Part 2)

How did Sabine the werewolf, got tangled in this danger? Who are Riftan, Rylan, and Rafe? Let us go back, when Sabine is still an immature 100 years werewolf without a mate, she lives with her mother and her stepfather, Sabine’s mother entered a harem when she was just a pup, she never knew her father’s, besides a rose flower mark in his arm. In the beginning, you will see everything from Sabine’s eyes, and then gradually begin to notice her world become vastly larger, that’s when I will become the storyteller again. Let us see her story, a young werewolf, who wants to be recognized with her par, and becoming so much more than just a werewolf, later on, this is, Sabine’s story…

Sabine

A beautiful morning, for a not so beautiful occasion, today, I’ll be going away, along with my brother to the hunt, a tradition on Gandor’s harem, I abhor this tradition so much, though I will have some bonding time with my step-siblings, I have to leave my mother alone, unsupervised.

“Sabine! Sabine!”

Someone is calling me, it’s my step-sister, Rhayza, running towards me, with a basket in her hands, looking cheerful as ever, sometimes I just hate her, she is always happy, anyone cannot be that happy all the time.

“What?!” I shout at her.

“Oh my heaven, please do not be so mad at me, it’s your mother, she wants to see you before you go out into the field.”

“Ugh, what now?” I ask her about it.

She just shrugs at me and then goes away, skipping if I may add, hell, I hate her sometimes. I sigh and then go into the harem garden, where my mother always spends her days, Warlord harem has every place and even has several maids to attending all of their needs, but they are never allowed to goes out of the harem house, except of course for their children.

Especially if you’re the male pups, you get a more elaborate hut, and even one maid, some of the female pups have these perks as well, but only if the warlord love your mother more, or if you can get close to him and become a good pup, like Rhayza, the gem in his father’s eye, not me, because first of all, my mother is not the favorite harem, and second, I wasn’t his child, my mother brought me into this marriage, and I hate it.

I enter the garden and immediately see her in her favorite place, between the red roses bushes, her favorite flowers, she appears to be stitching something, she sees me walking over to her, and her smile widens, gosh, she is so beautiful, actually the most beautiful harem in this palace, the one thing that makes Gandor not making her be her favorite harems, is because she refuses to seduce him and servicing the warlord Gandor every day, not to mention, she brought me in as an added bonus.

“Mother? Rhayza told me that you want it to see me before I go hunting with the boys,” I ask her.

“Yes child, I want to ask your opinion on this new symbol for your new pouch.”

She handed me a half-finished pouch for me to inspect.

“Mother, I told you to stop calling me child, ugh… Let me see.” I grab the half-finished pouch from her hand, I saw the most beautiful three different colors of roses circling a single red rose, the color is purple, white, and orange.

“So? Do you like it?” my mom asks me enthusiastically.

“Actually, yes, wow, this is so beautiful, it would be ashamed to use it later on.” I smile at her and give the pouch back to her.

“Don’t be, this is for you to wear proudly, a symbol of love, passion, purity, and Adoration.” She smile while back to sew the pouch carefully, “Now, you can go, I’ll see you soon, child, be safe, okay?”

“I will, mother, take care.” I hug her for a while, after all, I will be away for like three days of the yellow moon and sun, I’m going on a hunting trip with all of my step-brothers and the warriors from Gandor's warlord tribe.

I wave goodbye to her, she sees me leaving with a face full of worry, after all, I am her only daughter, even though I like a sword more than a sewing needle. I run to the crowd of men who already gathering around, one of my step-brothers, Fajir looks at me right away with his arms folding and glaring eyes.

“You’re late!”

“Sorry, my mother called me, you know how protective she is sometimes.”

“Yeah, but remember, he’s going to tag along as well…”

“Nooooo! Gandor is going as well?! Oh, Sh*t!” I forget about the immense and the hateful presence of my step-father, this hunting will be so much fun now.

I see Gandor walking with his two Sakhsiyun, Sakhsiyun are what we call a bodyguard or a protector of someone important, higher the warlord rank, the more Sakhsiyun they can get, Gandor is still relatively new in this game of war, but as much as we all know, in a hundred year, he outranks 3 of her colleague's warlords. I’ve actually never known what is the secret of his success, but I bet it’s nothing legal on it, he may be a werewolf warlord but he’s cunning like a fox, ironic that words can be.

“Warriors! And my proud Sons!”

Oh, great, now I have to hear his boring speech again about how he was a genius when he was at our ages, and then talking about every successful battle and his hunting trip was, in a short note, he just talking about how big his ego is, maybe to compensate about something.

“Today, we are going on our monthly hunting trip! Do not forget, we are doing this so our tribe will become bigger, remember, I’ve already done this hunting, back in my pup years!”

“Okay, that’s new, I guess he got more time to make a new speech, I have never heard this part before,” I whisper to Fajir.

“Shut up, He is watching us, you know how he really hates you guts sometimes…” Fajir whispers back to me.

“Humph… He is not hating my guts, he hates me… but, whatever.”

I was too busy having a conversation with Fajir, not realizing Gandor was already in front of me, his golden speech was over, and he immediately knew that I don’t even pay any attention to him, like all of the warriors and his sons.

“Sabine, do you have anything to say?” He looks at me with eyes full of anger.

“Yes, father, what a lovely speech, it brings tears to my eyes.” I smile and mock him a bit.

Suddenly he slap me so hard, even Fajir’s a bit surprised by the way he acts, I can feel my lips is bleeding I hold the cheeks that are now burning red, evidence of how hard he was slapping my face, it stings, my eyes automatically drop a tear without me realizing it.

“Well, liars! I do not see any tears from your eyes, now I like a genuine person, that is why I hit you, so finally, I can see a genuine reaction from you, my… Daughter.”

He walks away from me, but I can feel he is smiling, and smirking at me, I know he hesitates to call me his daughter, he hates me, right from the first time he met me, he’s keeping me around because it was good for his image, accepting a beautiful widow, with a young pup, not to mention my mother’s a rare golden werewolf, which I also inherited.

One warrior blows the hunting horn, the initial for us to change and goes as a pack, of course, the warlord Alpha and his Sakhsiyun are in the front, followed by his sons, and then the warriors, myself? well, because I am not technically his son, I join the warriors, he doesn’t agree about my decision at first, but my mother allows him to spend more time in her hut if he would approve of me as one of the warriors.

I always feel guilty about how my mother had to trade her freedom and her safety just for me to have my freedom and my selfishness, I am grateful of course, I knew that one day, this skill will be a valuable lesson for me, and for heaven and hell, I was so right about this.

All of us stripping down, except for our hunting gear, we are basically naked. I’ve been used to this for a long time now, Were clan is the clan that did not shy away from nakedness. Some of the boy's eyes still looking at me with admiration of course, but mostly I just ignore it, and then hastily transform myself into my wolf. A white wolf with speckles of gold everywhere in my furs, the rare golden wolf, and not forget to mention my two different colored eyes, even in my wolf form, my left eye is a deep blue just like the sky, and my eyes is a warm brown just like the earth, everyone still got astonished by my presence, it’s annoying actually, I just want to blend in.

A brown and big wolf with a grey and skinny wolf came into me, it’s Fajir and another of my younger step-brother, Quill. Both of them are playing with me, we even do some tagging and playing in the dirt, most of my step-siblings hates me, it’s because of the influence Gandor give to them, but I am grateful for some of them who still see me like their family, like Fajir and Quill.

Everyone already transforms, hoards of wolves with Gandor, a crimson wolf in front of us, howling loudly, we join in and then run as fast as we can into the deep forest following Gandor and his Sakshsiyun.

My story begins, here…