At the largest field of the Romic Moon Pack, where hundreds of werewolves gathered for the Annual slave festive of the Kingdom. King Gathrick, the former King's uncle, now ruling the Kingdom alongside his Pack.
Different Packs were invited. During the Slave festive, every invited kingdom traded slaves among themselves through slavery games and hunts.
One of which Elara, Fiora, and Freya found themselves. At the end of the game, three sets of rewards would be granted to the victorious slaves. While the reward won depends mainly on their Fate.
Among the king's gathering was Gathrick, sitting on the throne of his brother with a delightful grin boldly formed on his face. The first game had started for two nights and it was now time for the game over.
At the peak of the kingdom's tower were guards, ready to blow the final game-over whistle. Once the trumpet sounded across the Artic forest, it was indicated that all the participating slaves should report to the field.
According to the flag color they found, their reward would be granted which was believed to be their fate.
At the most cruel site in the Arctic Forest were three different colors of flags planted. The black flags, the blue flags, and the yellow flags of which each embedded with meaning and were equivalent to their rewards and fate.
About an hour into the festive, a mighty sound of trumpet echoed through the Kingdom reaching the deepest part of the Artic Forest, calling all the participated slaves back to the field.
As they await the arrival of the slaves, all the Kings feast together, chatting among themselves. "King Gathrick, your succession to the throne has brought all the Kings together and united all the Packs in our Kingdoms unlike when your brother ruled this kingdom."
King Gathrick laughed, feeling pompous from the appraisal given to him by King Lucius of The Barthone Moon Pack.
"Under my brother's tenor, there had been wars and bloodbaths across the Rayland Nation, we don't have this opportunity to dine and wine together, do we?" King Gathrick felt the rain of praises bathing him as he announced.
Responding to him with laughter, another king answered, King Jaxon of the Thyphon Moon Pack, "No! King Dravan has been a selfish King. He lacked coordination and always wanted the wealth of this nation all to himself. He committed treason and he deserves death and be wiped from the history."
All of them nodded in agreement to King Jaxon's assertions. Overwhelmed with the comfort the full moon was bestowing on them.
King Emeric of The Uramia Moon Pack chipped in, laughing insanely as he commented, "Even King Gathrick, as the only brother of Dravan wasn't compensated at all let alone we, the neighboring Kings. Now tell me why we won't wage war on this selfish Alpha?"
"Yes, that was the major reason we waged war against his kingdom. I couldn't believe he conquered us and the last joined war was a failure at our ends too." King Lucius said, turning a curious face at King Gathrick, "How were you able to defeat him?"
"I suffered a lot in his sovereign and my pride was trampled upon until you all supported me and the invasion of his kingdom succeeded." King Gathrick praised the support of the Kings, rose to his feet, hand up with a glass of wine, "Here I am, paying back with gratitude!" a peal of utmost laughter followed his statement.
Everyone sipped from their cup of wine. The air welcomed their laughter.
"But tell us, we heard the rumor that you were helped by one of your brother's allies. Who was the ally? Don't you think we should reward him too?" King Jaxon asked, drawing the attention of the other Kings.
"We have been meaning to ask, King Gathrick." The rest of the Kings chorused, full of anticipation.
King Gathrick was quiet, longer than they expected. His quietness implied to them a secret he wasn't ready to reveal.
"Ok...! Ok...! Let's dine and wine to the fullest." King Emeric said, toasting up his cup of wine. They all reciprocated him, chatting with laughter.
Exactly two hours from the first trumpet, another sound echoed, its rhythm was different from the first sound. This indicated the arrival of the victorious slaves.
"Yes! It is time to know the winning slaves!" King Gathrick said delightfully, cutting through their festive spirit.
All the Kings turned towards the demarcated line of the Artic Forest, expecting the presence of the slaves.
"No slave has come out from the forest, this is no fun." King Jaxon whispered.
Disappointment displayed on their faces, "Does that mean all of the slaves were powerless wolves?" King Emeric hissed.
"You know Artic Forest is one of King Dravan's greatest weapons. It is so usual for wolves to come back alive let alone mere slaves?" King Lucius grumbled, "This year's game was extreme so unlike last year. Surviving Artic Forest is beyond those poor wolves's limit."
King Gathrick laughed in between their conversation. "My Friends, I urge you to be patient. There is an atypical wolf among the slaves, I expected her to survive." He said, referring to Elara.
"Goddamnit! You believe the prophecy about that bitch child?" Surprise leaped through King Jaxon's heart, "An atypical child who can't save her parent from the blade of war let alone save the nation? I should kill the Shaman that foreseen such prophecy." He snarled, feeling disgusted.
"Wow! How can King Jaxon feel so disgusted...now?" King Emeric mumbled, then, scowled a mocking laugh across everyone, "Don't you remember King Jaxon asking her hand in marriage for his son?"
The feast table turned to a mocking stage for King Jaxon. They started digging out his past which seemed unbelievable and funny.
"Yes! I remember your son wanting to have her as his mate and then trying to commit suicide because she rejected him." King Gathrick laughed, coaxing more laughter for the other kings.
King Jaxon became infuriated by their mock. "That was an old tale! She was a kid by then and My son has found a new mate, you all attended their union last year. Why bring up such a ridiculous matter?" King Jaxon defended, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"It will be no fun if that bitch did not survive the Artic Forest. I'd rather kill her with my bare hands!" He said with a low tone.
A narrow rhythmic whistle resonated in the middle of the field. As the whistle faded off, several echoes of drumbeats brimmed the field.
Upfront of the field, away from the Artic forest were the presence of victorious slaves with their flags.
All the Kings smiled at once, "Yes! The festive will be fun!"