The sun had just begun its slow descent over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the vast expanse of the North Atlantic Ocean.
Isla stood on the deck of a private jet, her heart pounding with anticipation, gasping at the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean. They were really at the top of the world - She gazed out at the endless blue, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation as the plane descended towards their destination—Nysoria, the mystical island near Sweden. Isla was about to embark on a journey that would change her life forever, a journey that involved unlocking her true potential and embracing her destiny as a werewolf.
Liam stood beside her, handsome as ever, his strong hand resting gently on her shoulder. His ocean-blue eyes sparkled with determination, and his muscular frame exuded an air of confidence and strength. "We're almost there, my dear Isla," he said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. "Nysoria holds the key to awakening your wolf, and I promise you, it
