AS A ROYAL I MUST BE BETTER

“Argh! How!? How are you alive!?” I cried in agony as the werewolf lifted me by my right wrist whilst impaling my very bones.

He brought me to his burnt face and said, “You didn't stand a chance, Gladian Prince.” He whisked me onto a side window which I broke through to the outside, breaking the wooden glass window into glass shards upon impact.

Once I collected myself from the stone floor outside, I noticed that my tunic was torn, exposing my bare chest and the crescent birthmark that laid on my left breast.

“Mother always warned me to keep it hidden, I can't let it be seen.” I thought upon seeing it, so I kept my mildly broken and pierced right hand over my left breast to hide my birthmark while struggling to get up from the cold floor.

I stood up with what little strength I had but the truth of the matter was that I was cut, bruised as well as injured all over my body, my left leg was mildly broken and my aura was... Depleted.

Worst of all, there was a huge shard of glass painfully