تسجيل الدخولVivienne lay motionless beneath the moonlight, her silver eyes fixed upon the modest house before her. Every instinct within had her wolf recognized Oliver’s scent long before her mind could fully catch up to what her body already knew. Just the way a person would recognize a familiar voice in a crowded room. This was Oliver's home. The scent pouring from the small house was so strong that there could be no mistake. It was on the walls, it drifted from the windows, clung to the wooden fence and the narrow path leading to the door, wrapping itself around the place as though it belonged there as much as the wood and stone. It was the same scent she had followed for miles without stopping. And now here she was, standing before a door she had never seen before but feeling more certain of where she was than she had felt of anything in her entire life. She stood and began moving. Trotting around the house. Her white body moving silently through the darkness as she circled the property a
Rudieloff,s wolf tore through the forest like a storm unleashed. Branches snapped beneath his paws. Shrubs bent and broke as his massive wolf forced its way through the darkness. He had covered the same ground twice now, looping back through the thicker parts of the forest where the trees grew so close together that moonlight barely reached the floor. Still nothing, there was no trace of Vivienne or her scent.Every instinct within him screamed that he should be able to find her. Her scent should have been fresh, impossible to miss for him. His eyes scanned the darkness between the trunks with a desperation he could not entirely mask even in this form. A wolf's face was not built for the kind of worry that was written all over his, but somehow it was there anyway. In the rigid set of his shoulders, in the low sound that escaped him every so often, something between a growl and a whine, too restless to be either.She had simply vanished.He pushed forward again, deeper this time, fol
The king acknowledged several nobles along the way before eventually approaching Adrian."My son.""Your Majesty." Adrian immediately rose."You seem distracted." King Reginald smiled.For a moment he had forgotten the king was standing before him.His eyes had drifted toward Cecilia once more.The king noticed but he said nothing. Instead, he simply smiled knowingly and continued toward his seat.Rudieloff came to greet his cousin with a brief, firm clasp of the hand. Adrian leaned in before he could step away, his voice dropping to a murmur low enough that only the two of them could hear it."That girl," Adrian said, and there was no need to point. "The one they say is Vivienne's sister. Have you ever seen anything like that in your life?"Rudieloff glanced toward Cecilia once then returned his attention to his cousin. The corners of his mouth curved into the faintest suggestion of a smile. He said nothing. Instead, he patted Adrian once on the shoulder and moved away, already scann
The atmosphere within this royal preserve continued to shift as the night deepened. The anticipation among the gathered wolves had become almost tangible. Every conversation seemed shorter now, every glance more focused toward the center of the grounds where the hunt would soon begin.Yet Prince Adrian found himself paying very little attention to any of it. He could not help himself. His eyes drifted repeatedly toward Cecilia.She stood beside Monera near the edge of the gathering, completely unaware of the effect she was having on those around her. Or perhaps she was aware and simply chose to ignore it. There was something effortless about her appearance. She was not adorned in jewels nor wore any expensive gown. Yet, somehow, she commanded more attention than many noble ladies he had met throughout his life.Adrian could not remember the last time he had seen someone so beautiful. His eyes kept returning to Cecilia, drawn without permission, as though the very act of looking away
Her feet moved on their own, carrying her through corridors she had walked a thousand times before as She walked beside the guards in silence towards the slave’s quarters. Her thoughts were scattered everywhere, unable to settle on any one thing for long. Everything that had happened in the library replayed itself repeatedly in her mind.No matter how many times she tried to make sense of it, it made none. Each event felt disconnected from the life she had always known, as though she had somehow stepped into someone else's story. She could not understand why any of it was happening.Her mother had clearly been watching for her return. She always seemed to know when something was wrong, some quiet instinct passed down through years of survival, and the moment Vivienne stepped through the door, Monera rose from her seat and hurried forward, relief and worry battling openly across her face."Vivienne." Monera crossed the room in a few short steps. "What happened there?"Vivienne lowered
The warmth of the food should have brought comfort, yet for Vivienne it did little more than quiet the sharp edge of hunger that had long been ignored. She sat at the table in stillness. Her posture rigid and her movements restrained as though every gesture might be watched, judged, or punished. The rich aroma of the meal wrapped itself around her senses, yet her mind remained unsettled. Drifting uneasily between the present and the ghosts of what had come before. She ate because she had been told to eat, because refusal had never been an option she could afford, and because deep within her, instinct whispered that defiance here would not end well.The sound of the door opening was soft almost polite, yet it sent a ripple through the fragile stillness of the room. The faint shift of air was the only warning before Theodore stepped inside. His presence was markedly different from the self-assured figure he often presented before others. There was a hesitation in his posture, a slight s
The hours came in slowly toward midnight, as though the moon itself were holding its breath. Everybody waited in anticipation for this memorable night. Adrian was the happiest of them all, He was the only royal transforming that night. However many had transformed a year before him and others were
Tonight was transformation night and lunch had been prepared for the guests who had come to witness Adrian’s first shift. The hall was a quiet battle field of looks, alliances and ambitions. It was a performance, carefully staged. It heavily smelt of power and the unspoken hunger of people who unde
He stood there in dark training clothes, A sword in his left hand, broad-shouldered, commanding, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He smelt like iron, earth and his scent wolf hit her all at once. She froze in place before shaking her head vigorously to reality. She dropped to her
Vivienne sat up slowly on her narrow small bed, pulling her thin blanket closer before letting it go. She listened to the familiar sounds of her mother's soft coughing and restless shifting in her small bed as well.The thin blanket fell off her shoulders, showing skin that was far too pale. It was







