A TRAP

It looked like a storm was headed towards the realm, a storm that was certainly not going to bring forth rain.

All men and women were up in one scheme or the other, hoping that they may appear at the top of the food chain or in some cases, retain their positions.

The palace was busy. It was the day of the festival and just before the sun could rise there were already guests pouring in from far and wide. Omegas made the kitchen their domain and guards tightened their chests as if a war was upon them.

She also noticed there was no sight of the dreadful warriors who usually hung around the King and so also was the absence of the Lycan who shadowed him.

But despite all the myriad of activities happening around her Verona could only think of the meeting to come. It was on this day the boy had told her. The location was supposed to be somewhere near the only fountain that stood on the outer courtyard, a little in between two buildings.