(Year 1799)
Meanwhile on the far end of the gloomy forest...
“Your majesty?” Saga’s attention was called. He looked up from his meal and raised one of his eyebrows towards his general.
“You know I don’t want to be bothered when I’m having my meal,” the alpha said.
“I know, sire. But you would want to know the news that came from our patrolling team at the border.” The look on his general’s face told him it is something very important for him.
“Speak then. Be sure this is as important as bothering me on my meal.”
“It’s the countess, sire.”
Saga looked up immediately. When he hears of the countess’ name, he remembered the promise he made to his mother; he will keep the wolves’ allegiance towards who used to be their enemy, the Dracul Clan.
“What of the countes
