Chapter 17 - Some Like to Take It

Axel

Werewolves were sneaky beasts, and they had been so since time immemorial. Since my ancestors found out their existence in the same land we were in. We used to live in peace. Never really caring what the other does and just minded our own business. One incident was all it took to destroy this peaceful symbiosis. One incident and blood, death, despair, and hatred had been nonstop until the modern world reached us.

With the changing of time, both of our races went into hiding. The barbaric, mountain-erasing fights had been scarce. What replaced it was another type of war more suited to both of us. The war in money, power, fame and control.

Our hatred on the werewolves never disappeared. It was still burning with a passion and could never be doused. I had always been wary about them even before I inherited the Windstorm lordship and this sense of wariness never failed me.

I anticipated them to attack eventually. I even exp