~Xander~

I stood by the window, watching the cars that drove in and out of the large gate of the castle.

“Dear,” Mother’s voice piped behind me, and I shifted my attention away from the bustling activities below the castle.

“Are you still drinking?” Mom asked and I glanced at the bottle of liquor on the table.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Mother; I am fine,” I muttered, cupping her cheeks.

She sighed and rubbed my hairy arm.

“The elders are waiting for you in the throne room. It’s been eight years, and you’re yet to find a Luna for the people. Besides, we need an heir, too....