Castiel was close to having his head torn off, but he didn’t even look towards the Werewolf. His eyes stayed on Lilith, noticing her worried expressions. He found it cute how she was so worried for his safety. After living for thousands of years alone, it was good to finally have someone who loved you.

The teeth that were close to the neck of Castiel stopped right there, unable to get even an inch closer to his neck.

All the other Werewolves that were still alive looked at the battle in shock. Castiel wasn’t looking back; still, he managed to save himself.

His right hand was already out of his pocket, which was grabbing onto the neck of the Werewolf, stopping him midway.

Gentle winds brushed the grass under Castiel’s feet as he finally turned his face to the young Werewolf.

“You are yet to learn a lot. If the Warewolf King were here, he would’ve never done something so stupid before me. If I want, I can kill you this instant but think of it as me being in a merciful mood today. You already suffered enough by being banished. I’m not here to finish that suffering of yours by killing you.”

Castiel tossed the Werewolf away. The giant wolf crashed into the tree. The impact was so fierce that even the tree came crashing down.

“Let’s go, Lilith. I don’t think anyone will stop me now.” Castiel gestured for Lilith to follow him.

Lilith dispersed her barrier before she ran to Castiel. She gave all the wolves a mocking look as if she was saying they deserved it for going against her master.

The two of them started leaving.

“Wait!” As Castiel was leaving, he heard someone call him from the back.

He glanced back, realizing it was the Silver-haired boy again. He was back to his human form. He was standing, holding his chest. His lips were bleeding.

“Who are you?” the man asked Castiel.

“I’m Castiel,” Castiel replied. “I think you might’ve heard my name before.”

“Vampire Progenitor Castiel?” The young man exclaimed in shock. “No wonder I lost. I stood no chance. You’re on the same level as my Grandfather, Werewolf King Vled, after all.”

Castiel chuckled. “You aren’t half bad, young man. But you still have a long way to go before you can even stand before your grandfather, let alone me. Don’t do anything stupid in the future, and maybe the future will reward you with something good.”

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Vor,” replied the young man.

“Vor, I won’t ask why you’re banished, but I’ll just say one thing before I leave. Don’t think of this banishment as a punishment. Think of it as an opportunity.”

” The outside world will make you much stronger than you would’ve been inside your clan, sheltered. So don’t waste this opportunity.”

“One last thing. Don’t be so eager to fight when you meet people. You’re alive because it was me. If Ramiel, Atlan, or Lucius were here, they wouldn’t have thought twice before killing you. So be careful and survive. Then maybe we can meet again.”

Waving his hand, Castiel disappeared into the forest, bidding farewell to a Royal Wolf who was yet to reach his peak.

~~~~

“That’s impossible!” In the present time, Lilith was shocked to see the same mark once again.

The mark of the Royal Werewolf? How was this man even alive, living in the midst of the Vampires? If anything saw his mark, he was going to be killed! She wondered if he even knew about this!

“What’s impossible?” Atlas asked, hearing the shocked gasp of Lilith. He wondered what couldn’t surprise Lilith. It wasn’t as if she saw a ghost. She was more like one herself.

After taking his clothes, Lancaster had already walked inside the bathroom, disappearing from everyone’s sights.

Lilith turned to Atlas. “The marks on his shoulders. Did you see them?”

“What marks? Wounds or something?”

“No. It was like a tattoo, but it’s not the first time I saw the tattoo! That person… He isn’t a human. You need to be careful.” Lilith warned Atlas.

“What do you mean he isn’t a human? What is he then?” Atlas asked, frowning. “None of the four Vampire Lineages have blue eyes. What else can be but a human?”

“The last I saw that mark was when I was with Master. That’s when I saw that exact mark and came to know that the mark represents the Royal Werewolf Bloodline,” Lilith explained. “If I’m not wrong, he’s one of them. I don’t know why he’s living here because the Werewolves and the Vampires aren’t generally on good terms.”

Hearing about werewolves, Atlas genuinely grew surprised as he straightened up.

“Werewolves? The beast of the night? I thought they were just fictional stories that humans made? Humans who could turn into a beast to gain supreme strength and speed to compete with the Vampires? They really exist?”

“Of course, they exist. Just know, there’s never a fire without a spark. More often than not, all myths have some truth behind them. And the Werewolves are the truth. I’m surprised you didn’t know about them!” Lilith exclaimed.

Without stopping, she continued. “Then again, you lived in Vampire territory, if I’m not wrong. The Werewolves don’t roam out of their own territory. With time, knowledge about them was sure to be diluted. Especially since Vampires are a lot more in number than the Werewolves.”

“So Lancaster is really a Werewolf?” Atlas asked. “If the Vampires are really on bad terms with the Werewolves, how come Lancaster is still roaming free in the city full of Vampires?”

“He’s not an ordinary Werewolf. He is from the Royal Werewolf Bloodline. That’s why it’s so shocking to see him here. There was only one time before when I knew of a Royal Werewolf living outside their territory— Vor!”

“He was banished by his clan for some reason. Maybe Lancaster is a descendant of Vor? That might explain why Lancaster is away from his territory. Only Lancaster can answer.”

“As for your second question, the only reason he’s alive is because he hasn’t awakened yet. His bloodline is sleeping. That’s why his eyes hadn’t turned golden. Once he is awakened, things might start getting more complicated for him. One day or the other, he might be caught by the Vampires, and he’ll be killed.’

“Then again, it’s already a great feat to have survived this long with the Royal Mark present on his shoulder. If I were to guess, I’d say he has done good to keep that mark hidden outside. Maybe he does know about his identity?” Lilith suggested.

“Should I ask him?” Atlas inquired.

“I think you shouldn’t. If he knows that you know his secret and that you’re not a human, he might try to kill you,” Lilith rejected the suggestion.

“Just because I know his secret doesn’t mean I’m a Vampire. There are more ways to know someone’s secrets. I think I can handle the situation and ask him without giving anything away. He won’t know about me.” Atlas responded; however, just as he raised his glance, he found Lancaster standing in the distance, looking straight at him.