Over the endless horizon where the last rays of orange rays stretched on the sky bed, darkening as the sun settled down by the west floor.

Night has come.

And in that dimming line where the sky and ocean meets, a young fine lady stepped on Hill Gomur, her coat hanged loosely as the edges made by the top tier black bear in the land of moors slowly flapped by the soft breeze around the area, chilling and dangerous.

Hill Gomur was the burial land of their ancestors and heroes. A sacred place for pure werewolves to enter only. As she stepped forward on that invisible barrier, she immediately felt the gush of dangerous aura around the burial place.

Old, withered trees were surrounding the hill, fogs isn't thick but not too thin, every step were heavy, the crushing sound of dried leaves can only be heard in the dead silence.

Several plaques stood perpendicularly on the bodies that covered their coffin under, some were century old, some were buried for their honorary deeds but the lady stopped in front of a Mausoleum.

She took the wide hood covering her head. Her beautiful face illuminated under the light from the half crescent moon, gentle expression that hid the longing she had been keeping under those watchful eyes.

The bodies of the first generation of werewolves way back those ancient times was kept under this sacred Mausoleum patterns and traps were placed but the lady already broke it all the way and coming back here was something she anticipated for a year.

She pushed the double stone door and it slowly creaked open, the light outside illuminated the dark hallway.

She gathered all her courage and stepped forward, the clean floor was maintained but every step sounded dreadful under the huge dark place.

She looked ahead, steps hurried as she reach for another stone door and upon opening it, she was welcome by a room and the circular roof of that room was open where the crescent moon perfectly fitted to see, it's light illuminated the place.

But her eyes widened not because of that but because of the figure who was slowly rising up by the coffin which was placed in a higher platform.

Her hands started trembling as she covered her mouth with her own shaking hands. Tears dropped on her untainted skin, eyes red from those surging emotions.

The figure had a well built body, his hair long brushing those broad shoulders. And even in that side view, she knew it was him.

"Perry?" she cried hoarsely.

The head of that man suddenly turned to her, his face dark as her hair covers it from the illuminated light. She doesn't know what expression he's wearing so she could just son in that corner.

She was happy. He came back.

It was a mere second when she finally felt cold hands reaching for her chin. Her face was lifted just to see the closer look of the man she had ought to see for a long time, she teared up again.

Her shaking hands reached for his face, "P-Perry... It's... It's really you." she cried lowly

The man had the distinct feature which made him more handsome than any other, his jawline was perfectly carved on his masculinity, eyes deep and steep of his nose complemented all of his unique feature.

It's really him. But he had a blank expression as he observe her close, his long hair drooping down.

"Who..." he was about to speak but he felt himself choked by his first words. His throat was too dry to speak. He coughed which made the lady panicked.

"It's okay, it's okay. You don't need to speak." the lady comforted him.

"I know it's hard since you've slept for a long time."

Perry turned to her, his expression inquiring but before they could have enough talk. They heard voices miles away from the hill, sounds of hurried steps towards their direction.

The lady panicked and turned to him in a quick tone, "They've noticed it. We should go." she took his arm and dragged him towards the stone door on the other corner of the room.

The man was still in deep confusion, his mind was in pain caused by surging memories coming inside his head.

But the lady persistently pulled him away. When that door opened, another hallway was seen but it's already towards the exit. More darker than the previous one.

"We must hurry." she said and dragged him as they ran in the middle of that hallway.

They completely ignored the stoned coffins surrounding that place, their loud steps echoing through out structure. They reached the stone door and immediately pulled it in in order for them to get on the other side of the Hill Gorum.

They were about to step on the leafy ground when she suddenly heard the howling all around the hill. She stopped and tracked the howls.

"They're here, scattered." she uttered. Even though it may sound the same, every howl has different pitch and different meaning.

And they're currently giving signals to each other in different areas of the place.

The lady turned to the man behind him, her gaze meaningful, "Trust me." she said

But before the man can even reply, he was dragged again away from that dark Mausoleum.

They ran and ran while hearing the howls became more closer. They entered the dry forest where the trees cannot hid them since they had no leaves, only the long and skinny branches displayed on air.

The lady knew this place more than anyone else and when they passed the invisible barrier covering that sacred place. She somewhat heaved a relief since the pressure from the howling disappeared right after they passed the barrier.

This barrier was made by their ancestors and conceals any human or any other being from entering, seeing or hearing.

They're already at the foot of the hill from their abnormal speed when suddenly, several figures of dark swift shadows appeared surrounding them. They landed infront and on their back side.

They came in numbers which made the lady tightened his hold on Perry as she keep him close behind her.

Those shadows were actually the fast movements of the people infront of them.

Coated with fox fur covering the long gowns that made them look like majestic in this darkness. The classical nobles.

Caused by the small shine of the crescent moon's brightness, she saw them clearly and she gritted her against them, making a warning growl.

"Oh-ho," one man with his slender figure stepped forward. He was the one leading the group, "...isn't this strange? Is this surprising?" he grinned with his thin lips carving his stiff and pale face.

"Good evening, Milady Laylac. I wonder what brought the Princess of the Murk Mountain here?" his tone in leisure, hands behind him as he eye the person behind her. He frowned.

But Laylac didn't loosened her guard.

"And I also wonder what intention had the Excellency for coming in our sacred hill?" she refuted

The slender man just chuckled, hair neat and clean, he's completely spotless just like the other people who came along with him.

"Oh no, we are not in a business of protruding disturbance, definitely not Milady." he chuckled

But his sharp eyes suddenly turned red as he smile sweetly infront of them, "But our business is just right behind you." he pointed to the confuse Perry who was dragged and cornered.

He continued, "You've revived him right? Our dear Perry?" his tone sounded delighted

Laylac frowned and refused to let go of Perry.

"You know you already violated laws but you're still so persistent Milady, I'm amazed." he clapped, "But I wonder how will the King of the Jungle punish the dearest princess?"

"So many laws unspeakable laws were done by you. I'm afraid the mindless generation of today will end the long founded tradition of the nobles!" he exclaimed with a melodramatic gesture

"But..." he added "...we, the officials of the Lethimir will help you in such ways." he offered, "But first, you must hand in that man."