Prince Derek didn't hear the door creek open over the raging thoughts in his mind. The room was destroyed. Furniture was torn up, the walls decorated with claws marks, even mirror was shattered so he didn't have to see himself.

Ten years of carful planning and pain. All gone in a single night. He hid his lycanthropy for ten whole years from the king, queen, the entire kingdom, and then some nosy maid just happened to walk into his room the one night he forgot to lock his door. She told the whole palace "the prince is a beast, the prince is a beast." Now the king questions his ability to rule, wants to give the throne away to his brother. Derek had everyright to be mad. He lost everything. His reputation, the trust of the people, the trust of his family, his freedom, his throne. Now as the moonlight started to pour into the room and his violent nature surfaced, he tore his room apart. He stood in the center of his room, panting in a half shifted form, seething with rage.

He flinched when her hear his door lock. His eyes glared at his loyal friend, the only one who knew his secret from the beginning, the person who was raised with him to be his advisor one day. He stared with a feral look, even if he would never actually hurt them.