The night was still and heavy with anticipation as Alana sat before her vanity mirror, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She meticulously applied her makeup, accentuating her features and enhancing her allure. Tonight, she desired the attention of one man above all, Leori, the powerful alpha of the kingdom.
As Alana completed her final touch, a subtle crimson shade on her lips, she cast a final glance at her reflection. Satisfied with her appearance, she rose from her seat and made her way out of her chamber, her steps filled with a confident stride.
However, as soon as Alana stepped into the dimly lit corridor, a sudden thunderclap shook the castle, reverberating through her bones. Startled, she halted in her tracks, a shiver of fear running down her spine. The once alluring night now seemed ominous, the stormy atmosphere mirroring her inner turmoil.
Her werewolf instincts, finely attuned to the supernatural forces around her, sent a chilling message to h
