Lycan king

The night was clear, the sky filled with stars. Charlotte stood at the edge of the clearing, staring up. Right now, under this vast sky, she felt a bit of calm.

Derek watched her from a few steps away, feeling something stir inside him. There was something about the way she stood there—strong yet somehow fragile—that made him want to get closer. He’d always admired her spirit, but tonight felt different, more intense.

He stepped closer, the sound of leaves crunching under his feet catching her attention. She turned to him with a smile. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the silence between them was heavy with things unsaid.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Derek said softly.

Charlotte nodded, smiling a little. "It is. It makes me feel small, like everything else doesn’t matter as much."

Derek moved to stand beside her, their shoulders almost touching. "Small, maybe. But important," he said. "Every star has its place, just like us."

She looked at him, surprised by his words. "I