THE ISLAND WOLF - EPISODE 60

Prince Dakar needed to get to the roof of his castle. He pulled off his animal fur regalia and wore a black dress shirt. He tied his hair in a very messy bun and wore black pants alongside black boots. He grabbed his phone and walked out of his room.

“She is beautiful,” Derek, his wolf said in his head. He stopped walking and frowned.
“Stop-talking-about-her,” he gritted angrily.
“Don’t command me… I’ll talk about whoever I want,” Derek snapped back. Dakar heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his hand on his forehead. He looked at the lines on that arm, snake-like and black. People had thought they were new tattoes since they were on the same side of his wolf tattoo. No one, not even Camper, his closest knew they caused him pain on a regular. Whenever he thought about her, they burned deep into his body and soul, he would regret ever seeing her face in his head. He lived two years in fear of his own mind. Everything seemed to remind him of her, and that was how he burned every single day. He had trained himself to not think about her already. But since Dojo released his wolf to him, he had been having a lot tougher time to keep his emotions in check. His wolf wanted to know all about her. He wanted to feel what Dakar felt for her. But after realizing how much pain her thought brought to the both of them (Derek felt the burns too), he stopped asking about her.

But as ill-luck would have it, she found him. He had inhaled her scent from afar before they brought her to the throne room. He still recognized her scent after two years. Wasn’t that crazy? He was very surprised but couldn’t show it. She looked so beautiful and different. He wanted to grab her and pin her form against him but he couldn’t. Dojo hated Avril. He would hurt Avril. Over the last two years, Dojo had become worse. He now had control of Dakar’s character and even his head. He controlled him whenever he wanted. He made him bitter and spiteful. Dakar was almost bad. He hated everything and everyone. He had strange urges to see blood and took delight in cries.

The only time he could be himself a little, was when Dojo went back to the underworld at a certain time of the year. Then, he could smile and enjoy the littlest things. He was very fortunate to have seen Avril when Dojo had already left. But he still couldn’t think about her too much, or Dojo would realize wherever he was.

“Prince Dakar,” Ñiraka’s foggy voice drawled. He gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip afterwards. Amongst everyone in the kingdom, he hated her the most. But he needed her. She was the only tie he had to his mother and Anthena. Ñiraka still did not know that her mother was a witch and a deadly one at that. She also had no idea she was related to him. Which explained why she was sad about the fact that he never touched her since he returned.

“I want to be alone,” he said without looking back at her.
“My Prince… That girl… She doesn’t deserve to be a concubine—”
“I SAID I WANT TO BE ALONE!” Dakar turned and barked with his fangs drawn out. She screamed and almost fell to the floor.
“OUT OF MY HOUSE. NOW!”
She staggered out while holding her arms in fear. Dakar breathed in and out, then pinned his fangs on his lips. One pierced in and he withdrew them back in. He licked the blood, huffed and turned back to the direction he was headed. He walked through the hallway until he reached a turn that led straight to the door of the open balcony. They was also a staircase leading straight to the roof, but Dakar didn’t want to climb long stairs, so he decided to go through the balcony instead. He opened the door and walked through the balcony. It was at that point Avril had seen him.
He entered through the other door and climbed just three stairs before getting to the roof. He walked to a cupboard, opened it and pulled out a bottle of wine. They was a long table with chairs around it. He filled a glass with wine on that table then stood by the end of the roof. He kept drinking and thinking for long that he didn’t realize it was already dark. He sensed someone behind him and quickly looked back.

“Dakar,” Avril called him. She was standing there with a red cloak over her head, and down to her feet. His body tensed up and his wolf stood at alert. He was alone with Avril, that was not good.
“How and why are you up here?” he asked with his new gruesome voice.
“I—I wanted to talk,” she stuttered.
“Talk?” he scoffed and dropped his half filled glass of red wine on the table.
“For your information, human, no one walks into my Chambers without being called. The penalty could be death if I chose that,” he said coldly. She sighed deeply and brought down the cloak from her head.
“I know. I was warned. But I decided to take my chances,” she stated.
“I see you’re a stubborn one. I shall have you punished.”
“Punishment is fine by me. I can take pain. But Dakar—”
“—It’s Prince Dakar,” he corrected impolitely and she nodded.
“Prince Dakar, do you remember me?” she asked.

“Remember you. Ha!” he scoffed and picked up his glass again.
“Get out,” he added.
She didn’t move an inch.
“If you’re here playing silly human jokes on me, I’ll explain it to you that I am the last person here you play jokes on. Now, get your stinky figure out of here before you spend your first night here in the dungeons,” he ordered. Avril’s heart suddenly began to beat faster. She moved back a bit then summed up some courage. She pulled out the bracelet then dangled it from her hand. His eyes caught sight of it and they suddenly began to glow red. The red light was increasing and Avril realized where she had first seen those red eyes before. It was not Dakar’s eyes, but Dojo’s.