Crimson System of Vampire Prince

Click-clack!

Through a silent corridor, Victor walked toward his dorm room. He had been practicing target shooting in the weapon hall until this evening. He didn't go for lunch, and after he reached sword beginner progress to 20%, he started practicing in the shooting aisle.

'Fuck, why am I not improving. Am I doing something wrong? Before he could think further, he heard footsteps and stopped.

Before him, a dark-haired girl with pale eyes and a warrior-like build stood. "Did you forget about the Oath?" Feena growled.

Victor was taken aback by her aggressive and dominant behavior. He replied with furrowed eyebrows, "No, I didn't, but are you feeling alright?"

Feena grabbed his arm and dragged him along. Victor was exhausted from the training he wasn't able to resist. They reached a higher floor, and Feena pressed her hand against the plain wall.

SLAM!

RUMBLE!

Walls slit apart, and a dark corridor appeared.

Feena didn't stop; she dragged wide-eyed Victor inside and stopped at the end of the corridor. A plain wall stood before them. Feena stood on her tiptoes and reached near the upper border of the wall.

She pulled the brick halfway.

RUMBLE!

She backed away, and the wall slid to the side like a door. They stepped, and it closed behind them. She turned and glanced at the wide-eyed Victor. A smug smile appeared on her face. Victor looked around. They were standing in a wide, empty hall. The torches burned on its four walls, and the empty walls were decorated with claw marks all over them.

He sat down on the tiled floor and gasped for breath. He was already exhausted when she dragged him without stopping. Feena also sat down beside him and glanced around the hall. Her fists clenched, and her eyes trembled. 'Why did I have to lose control. My mother used to say that I would lose control at this age, but why?'

She sighed and looked at Victor. "I'm sorry for dragging you here and being aggressive. My beast side is acting up more lately."

He turned toward her and shook his head. "No problem… but tell me, why are we here? And what do I have to do?"

Feena's face blushed, and her eyes averted from him. "I…" She turned her face away from him and looked at her hand. "I will be trying to control my inner beast. It won't be easy, and my aggressive nature will be more prominent."

Victor gazed at her back with confused eyes and asked, "Please explain properly. Don't leave anything back that way. I would be able to help you more effectively."

Feena took a deep breath and exhaled. She turned and looked him in the eyes.

"Let me tell you about werewolves, that way you'll understand more and will be able to help me effectively," Feena said in a firm tone.

Victor nodded and sat down with crossed legs.

"The Sun Empire is divided into two tribes. The one is the Solaris tribe, and the other is the Lycan tribe. Both of them have different beliefs. We agree on one thing only, that we are descendants of the God Fenrir. The Solaris tribe believes that Fenrir devoured the Sun and used its Origin Magic to control its inner beast. Whereas the Lycan tribe believes that Fenrir embraced the beast, and that's why he was able to devour the Sun."

"We, the Solaris tribe, are a ruling tribe, and we prefer our rational thinking over the irrational. We practice from our childhood to control our inner beast. The Lycan tribe doesn't control their beast, and they live like animals."

Feena paused and glanced at Victor, who was listening to her with complete focus. She smiled and continued. "As I said, we Solaris tribe control our inner beast with Sun's origin magic. But the problem we sometimes lose control over it due to extreme emotions."

"So, how are you going to control it? How can I help?" Victor asked.

Feena blushed and turned her eyes away from him. After a few moments of awkward pause, she took a deep breath and replied. "I want you to help me when I lose control."

Victor looked at her, confused; he couldn't tell what she was trying to say. Feena didn't explain further; she moved far away from him and sat down, crossing her legs. As she closed her eyes, her hands turned into claws, silver fur covered all her body, and her face transformed into that of a wolf.

Still, her eyes remained closed, her breathing relaxed a golden energy circled her body.

Victor looked at her, amazed. He heard the scrunching and popping sound of the bones. He couldn't even imagine how painful that transformation would have been.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind emerged from her body. He squinted his eyes and felt a shiver run down his spine. A She-wolf stood on all fours, her feline eyes locked on him like prey, and a savage golden aura surrounding her felt suffocating.

Victor felt goosebumps all over his body. He didn't step back or break eye contact with her. His muscles coiled and nails elongated.

'I don't know how much my exhausted body could handle. She should have said that I have to fight a savage beast. Fuckkkkkkk?'  Victor clenched his jaw, and his amber eyes glowed dimly.

She-wolf circled him and sniffed the air.

Sniff, sniff!

"Grrr!" She bared her teeth at him.

"Ahem- Feena, are you there? Tell me how I could proceed from here?" Victor asked in a hesitant voice.

"Grrrrr!". She growled and pounced at him.

He ducked and rolled on the ground.

Thud!

She landed on the other side. She turned and growled at him again.

"Feena, can we talk like civilized people, or just tell me how I could help?" Victor shouted.

But the she-wolf didn't register her words; she lunged at him again. Victor, ever ready, jumped aside, but her claws moved mid-air.

Screech!

SLASH!

"Arghh!" A groan escaped from his mouth as he felt his back cut into shreds with his clothes.

He turned and glared at her.

She-wolf grinned at him and sniffed its bloodied claws.

Blegh!

She turned her face away from the blood.