In the boisterous streets of the city of Nimrey, the crowd was especially excited as they made their way to the largest arena in the city. To be more precise, it would be best described as a grand colosseum.
The majestic and tall landmark in the middle of the city was clearly expressing the splendors and riches of its citizens. Colorful cyan and pearl white ribbons and fragrant flowers decorated the streets giving off festive vibes.
As to why this city atop a hill was this ebullient, it was because their werewolf king, Aperius, was finally wedding his beloved mate. Such a majestic event had attracted werewolves from all walks of life across various packs big and small alike.
It was bound to go down in history as the event of the century etched deep into people's minds.
"Make way... sorry..... excuse me," said a milky voice that hadn't matured yet as the person rudely pushed through the crowd.
"Hey...," yelled one of the women in the crowd when the hem of her dress was stepped on, "which family is this brat from?"
The culprit didn't seem to care as he pushed through like he was in a hurry. It seemed as though a scolding from a stranger wasn't as terrifying as the earful he would get if he was late.
His steps paused when he saw the entrance of the colosseum. As though he had seen the light at the end of the tunnel he smiled gleefully. Just as he took a step forward to run through the doors his collar was suddenly grasped and his feet left the ground.
"Hey..... put, put me down," he yelled while squirming like a rat caught in a mousetrap but no matter how much he twisted he couldn't free himself.
His mother was surely going to kill him this time. Countless times he had been told not
to wander off by himself but when had he ever listened? This time it was for a good reason but he didn't think she would let him off the hook.
"Brat apologize to my woman! You stepped on her dress and scampered off like nothing happen-," said the burly man holding him by the back of his collar before he was interrupted by a sonorous voice ostracizing him.
"Who are you calling your woman you fuckin rogue? Who do you think you are?" she yelled with her arms crossed on her chest with an ugly expression.
The burly man froze before he instantly wilted like plucked spinach left underneath the hot sun. "Senra, darling..... I was, I was only," he stammered with the brat still within the grasp of his hand.
"Who are you calling darling? Are you trying to anger me to death? Is that your plan?" She yelled marking the beginning of a screaming match. Well, calling it a screaming match wouldn't be accurate because the burly man barely got a word in.
The one who suffered the most was the brat dangling slowly with his legs hovering above the ground. He knew it was pointless struggling out of the man's clutches. He could only wait for the two, who were obviously lovers to finish fighting. Folding his arms he waited. His expression was a little impatient.
The crowd of people seemed to be more interested in getting excellent seats in the colosseum that they didn't stay to see this little show.
Suddenly there was a commotion as the group of people anxious to go through the entrance looked up. Falling from the sky was a man clad in blue with hair as black as ink.
The crowd scattered like ants at the start of rainfall and with a thud, the man landed on his feet right in front of the quarreling couple. Luckily for the crowd, the road was paved otherwise a cloud of dust would have been raised and it wouldn't only be Senra's dress that would have been ruined.
The teenager who had just been wearing an impatient look on his face just now suddenly wore a sullen look. He looked away and pretended like he didn't know the man before him. "I will be taking him," said the man with a smile so charming it could rob men of their wives.
"Bla-black Phan, phantom?" murmured the burly man causing the crowd's steps to slow down while glancing over. The person referred to as Black Phantom didn't seem to like that name very much. The smile on his face stiffened as he took the opportunity to grab the little ancestor in the man's hand. His nickname was Black Phantom among the werewolves but his actual name was Vega, a zeta werewolf at the left-hand side of the werewolf king.
People had only seen him from afar as he was an existence that dwelled among the stars. Now this great buddha had descended from the sky and graced them with his presence.
"Miss, let me compensate you for the dress," said Vega as he rummaged through his pockets.
Senra who had been quarreling like a shrew just now had rapidly transformed into a young well-bred noble with excellent manners. Looking at her now you wouldn't believe that it's the same woman who was swearing like an auntie at a fish market.
"Hehe, this young sir need not mind," she chuckled elegantly with her sleeve covering her mouth.
Burly man, "..."
"Hehe, this young sir need not," said the burly man modifying his voice in a high-pitched tone imitating her, "my ass! We will be taking that compensation in hard currency please..... ouch." The ouch at the end was because she had slapped his hand that was outstretched towards Vega.
Her expression was still so kind and gentle but her obsidian eyes clearly expressed how much trouble this werewolf was in. Vega who had been patting his robe and pants only to find nothing smiled embarrassedly as he raised his head to face the couple in front of him.
Last night he had gambled away his walk-around money as to who he lost to, it was the brat he was currently holding up by the back of the collar.