Bardulf and Seth finally had dug up the grave when Flik went to find them. He saw their Queen's grave with them in it. He wasn't too surprised by his king, since for the past few months he had been heartbroken over losing her, but Seth…he was a shock.
Queen Philippa. Beautiful and adoring and the most caring person a male could ever meet. She had long black hair that flowed down to her waist, and deep grey eyes that always shone with love and happiness. She would have been a servant in Asaya's castle if Bardulf hadn't gone there looking for a way to help his Kingdom.
She was killed four months ago. Bardulf never got over it, never stopped missing her. While it only has been a few months, it felt like years had gone by. Zurus was a solemn place without their Queen, without their king who used to care about them. After Philippa died, he stopped caring for everyone and everything.
Now, as Flik watched the king dig desperately for a wife he would never see smile, Flik wondered if it would be better to end Bardulf's misery.
"What the fuck!" the king exclaimed.
"Where is she?" Seth hissed.
Flik shook his head, sure something was wrong with both of them. But as he got closer, there was only the two males in the gaping hole. No body. No Queen they buried when returning home. "First, why were you two digging up a grave?" Flik asked, trying to stay calm even as his mind raced for reasons as to why the dead Queen's body was missing.
"Fuck why!" Bardulf growled, looking around helplessly with both hands in his hair. "Where is she!"
Seth was as worried as Bardulf, looked as crazy as the king, too. "She couldn't have crawled out! There wasn't a hole!"
"Seth, you're joking, right?" Flik deadpanned.
Seth glared at him. "Do I look like I'm laughing, Flik!"
"She's dead. We'll find her body, but-"
Before Flik could finish his sentence, Bardulf had his throat.
Before Bardulf could hurt his friend, though, a howl rose from near the castle. A joyous howl that a wolf sung when they found a lost pack mate or when someone close has recovered from an injury.
It was Mako.
Mako is a wild wolf who used to be caged up until he and his sister, Myth, were abandoned. Both wolves had grown close to the dead Queen, had began to wilt away as much as the king.
Flik blinked, looked around. "What was that for?"
Bardulf let him go, heading back to the castle. Seth breathed a curse. "They haven't howled since the second wedding!"
Another howl, this time joined by another. Myth. Both wolves were happy about something, something that got them howling.
"Why do you think they're howling?" Flik asked to his friends.
"We're about to find out," Seth gasped and they all halted at the sight of a female covered in a dirty white linen, grey eyes wide with fear as Mako and Myth bounded towards her, grins on their faces, tongues lolling.
The female jumped away, then curled up in a fetal position and cowered. The wolves instantly stopped and whined.
Flik and Seth stayed in place, not wanting to spook the female any further.
However, Bardulf slowly approached her. She cowered some more, but he didn't stop until he was in front of her, then he knelt.
"My Sweet."