The Atrocious Werewolf Prince

In a dusky grotto, light out of nowhere began to accumulate over a stone stage. Space vibrated as a flash of light occurred.

A lady who was sitting on a chair in the very grotto, desperately waiting for someone precious. The sudden light stole her attention, she closed her eyes as they couldn't fight back the gleam. The poor attired lady's head was in a daze after encountering the sheen. She rubbed her temple, attempting to mitigate the discomfort.

"Mo... mother?"

A blissful and shocked voice could be heard from the front when the light dispersed. The lady raised his head and saw Ezra Zephyr in front of the wolf statue, looking at her in sheer bewilderment.

The lady's eyes widened, she clenched the arms of the chair and stood forcefully. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she asked "Ezra, my poor son. Is that you?"

"Yes... mother. I'm back" said the prince as he stepped forward

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"You gave me immense pain, why did you leave your mother for so long?!" Tania's eyes were loaded up with eagerness as she immediately strolled forward. Around 5 years earlier, she had seen Ezra Zephyr leaving the regal royal castle with his father but didn't come back. That memory of that sight had frightened her incredibly and caused her to be at loss.

At the point, when Ezra saw Tania's appearance, his mother was always considered the one with a marvellous sense of dressing, but this time her clothes were those of commoners. he comprehended that her mother had likely been mourning herself to death here and felt rather unfortunate.

The werewolf prince hugged his mother instead of answering, that hug lasted for many half an hour. During the entire time, Ezra kept consoling her mother while her tears completely declined the suggestion to stop. Ezra thought of something in his head and immediately said, "Mother, my eight gates have been opened!"

"What?!"

Tania was shocked, in surprise her hand quickly slapped onto Ezra Zephyr's chest. A surge of mana entered Ezra's body to test.

The result was unbelievable, a few seconds later as her hand automatically began to shake. She was overwhelmed with feeling as she intensely hugged Ezra again.

"Great, incredible, brilliant. It is genuinely a gift from our god. The sky has not shut its ways to our werewolf race!" Tania's voice was marginally shaking, and her eyes had become damp. It was not difficult to envision how profound she as of now was.

Ezra's inability to open the 8 gates had been a thistle in Tania's heart. She had felt that it was a direct result of her and her husband's feebleness as parents in those days that Ezra's spirit was taken by Duke Brownmane upon entering the world, making him in that hopeless state.

Queen Tania and her husband King Mirza had sought out each medicine available, however not even one of them could help Ezra open his 8 gates. Consequently, they could put their last expectation on the mystery that had been passed down in their Red Werewolf Family. And now, it looked like the god was still looking after their werewolf race.

Amidst of mother and son's reunion, Ezra felt a powerful qi, coming their way at astonishing speed. Within a blink of an eye, an individual entered the grotto. A 6'4 tall man, with long black hair and full beard, gem red pupils like Ezra. It was King Mirza Zephyr.

The eyes of father and son met, he dashed forward and held Ezra tightly in his embrace "My Ezra, you came back. You... you are at Qi Brightening Stage. What about the Thunder Ophidian Curse, did you get rid of it son?"

"It's gone father, I defeated the curse. I can walk on the path of martial prowess now" the prince said.

Mirza looked at his son, from head to feet, not just once but many times. "My son is almost as tall as me now, such a handsome and talented boy I have."

A warm emotion streamed in Ezra's heart when he saw such a look on the typically quiet and stately Mirza Zephyr. The former stretched his arms and daintily pressed Mirza Zephyr's wide shoulders as he delicately grinned and said, "Don't worry father, we will make sure to reclaim everything our werewolf race has lost!"

Mirza Zephyr gathered himself a little as he boldly nodded. It was at this very second that he looked behind Ezra and saw a strange creature resembling a goblin and two adorable looking wolf cubs, cautiously looking at him back.

"Who are they, Ezra?" The king was at a total loss as he looked at his son. Clearly, he didn't have the foggiest idea why Ezra would get back with a strange creature and cubs.

After seeing this, the prince began to depict all that he had seen and what had occurred in the secretive space.

Subsequent to tuning in, Mirza Zephyr was quiet for quite a while before he spoke, "So you are saying that the God Fenrir we pray to is your martial spirit and he dislikes being called a god. Not only that, your spirit can level up its grade as well and you can use force like Martial Animals. Not to mention these cubs are Martial Animals of pure bloodline! And that hobgoblin is evolved specie of goblin race."

Having said this, Mirza Zephyr uncovered a comforting smile to the lady and said, "My queen, you have given birth to a genius"