“What happened to your hands?” Weiss asked when he found Ignes cooling her hand with cold water with lots of ice in the bucket. “You can’t soak them with ice for too long! Can’t you see how purplish and red they have become? Tsk. What were you thinking!?” Weiss pulled her hand from the bucket only to surprise himself even more. Ignes’s hands are red, and there are wounds at the tip of her fingers. “What happened to these?!” He panicked as he took a warm towel to dampen them. “Weiss, it’s nothing—” “Nothing? Nothing!? You call this nothing!?” Weiss was annoyed. He had been short-tempered since his last visit to the Alpha’s estate. He stayed there overnight, but Charlene never talked to him. And now he’s being treated like a fool by his girlfriend, “You call this nothing? Then what if your fingers fall off because of the ice and the wounds on them? Will you still call it nothing, then?” Weiss nagged endlessly until he dried her hand and put ointment on her wounds. Weiss bandaged t

Weiss rushed to Charlene’s room when he heard what had happened. Charlene was not surprised to see him early in the morning. She expected at least that much from the man since what Charlene did should have affected him the most. “What did you do?” he slammed the door and clenched his jaw as he tried to calm himself down. He left the academy for a day because of a message from the Alpha, and what welcomed him after was the news of Ignes getting arrested for something that was not mentioned in the report. Charlene looked at him with cold eyes. Weiss did not back down and glared at her. He had been trying to find reasons why Charlene would do such a thing, but he could not identify any but the very reason why they were still engaged. “Do you really have to find anyone to blame!? What did Ignes do for you to accuse her of something she did not even have the ability to do? You even got the Alpha involved! Do you know what will happen with these silly pranks of yours—” Charlene slapped hi

“Do you swear in the Moon Goddess’s name, Selene, that you will tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do,” Ignes motioned her right hand to raise and swear in the name of the werewolves’ god. She then listened to the next judge that would oversee the matter. His eyes are looking at her with ridicule as if he had already judged her without even hearing what really happened in the case. The human judge has his expression disoriented as he rolls his eyes before reading a long passage and then ends it with the same one as the werewolves. “Do you promise in the name of law and justice that you will tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “I do,” Ignes replied. The judge did not even look at her while reading all of those words. He could not even share compassion for his own kind… Well, in humans’ dictionary, a commoner like Ignes has no position in the train of thoughts of those of noble blood. It would be a miracle if they even win this kind of trial since most lawyers do n

Court trials are something that most people resort to as their last option. It was a long and tiring process that may or may not come to fruition. It will milk the money of the people fighting for their justice until nothing is going in the right way anymore. That is why most people were not fans of trials until the nations and kingdoms started following the human race’s way of bestowing judgment to avoid too much brutality on their end. Though there are only a few races that follow this method, it is still a method that humans want to be used with their own. “Why do we need to do this, Father? We could have had her in the dungeon and tortured her until she spoke of the truth behind the reason why she did that to Ashina!” Adolphus shouted as he burst into the room where his father resided. There are few people under his father’s rule that were with the Alpha when he came. He was not bothered, though. Adolphus’s eyes were set on his father as he questioned his judgments. And that co

“Are you sure you want to have this information out now? They are not particularly lying low even though they lost the trial. And would this even matter? I heard they are not even talking to their youngest after the trial failed,” the man in the black cloak said. The leader, the one in the red cloak, smirked as she kissed the man in a ram mask, “What do you think? Should I postpone this matter?” she asked as she kissed him. The man in a ram mask did not respond right away. He pulled the woman as he traced her jaw with his kisses down to her neck. “So the answer is yes, huh? You silly,” the woman interpreted on her own as she nodded her head to the man who was standing there, watching them do their thing while awaiting orders from the leader of their group. This is a common scenario whenever the man in the ram mask is around. Their leader would always talk to them while doing things with him, entertaining herself without being sloppy with their goals and intentions. The man in th