Catherine pov. After I made a deliberate effort to calm myself, I realized I had transcended my own physical being, inhabiting a foreign vessel. I glanced back at the man who had observed me, and suddenly, it all became clear why they referred to me as Lora. In an attempt to dispel any lingering doubts or illusions, I cautiously rose to my feet and took a step forward, only to find myself on the brink of stumbling once again, saved from the fall by the man's intervention. I lifted my gaze, meeting his eyes, and the depth of his sorrow upon witnessing my condition struck me profoundly. "Please, Lora, allow me to escort you to the castle. Your father must be worried," he implored. I nodded, my mind filled with a desperate need to comprehend the inexplicable nature of this situation. As we embarked on our journey, I turned to face him, gathering the courage to inquire further. "What has transpired, and why have I been subjected to this?" It is important to note that I was not referr
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Catherine pov. "Mora," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I gazed upon her enchanting presence. Her countenance appeared bewildered, her eyes locked with mine, searching for familiarity. "I don't believe we have crossed paths, Princess Lora," she uttered with a touch of uncertainty, causing a surge of realization within me. I was no longer Catherine, but rather Lora. Summoning a gentle smile, I approached her gracefully, my heart brimming with intrigue. "Pardon my lapse in etiquette; you bear a striking resemblance to my dear friend, Mora," I confessed, my words laced with sincerity. A smile graced her lips as well, and she replied, "Princess, my name is also Mora." I maintained a façade of ignorance, my gaze fixated upon her, concealing the astonishment that threatened to spill forth. "No way," I exclaimed, my voice tinged with emphasis, struggling to contain the swirl of emotions engulfing me. "That is indeed me, Princess," she affirmed, her tone carrying a trace of am
Catherine pov. I walked around the castle for a bit, contemplating my next move. If anyone were to harm Lux or subject him to suffering, it would fall upon my shoulders to exact justice. All I long for is to have my child back so I can vanish and live the life I truly desire. But what if I continue masquerading as this Lora? How will I ever reclaim my child? Anxiety gripped me tightly, and my pounding head intensified the worry. Hastily, I rushed back to Lora's room, now my own, and sank onto the bed. Suddenly, a knock shattered my thoughts, drawing my gaze to the door. Phillips, a familiar face, entered the room. "Hi, Lora," he greeted, drawing nearer to where I sat. "Hello, Phillips," I replied, reciprocating his approach. "Why have you come?" I inquired cautiously, uncertain of Lora's usual activities. Who knows what secrets she harbors in her leisure time? "It's nothing, Lora. I simply wanted to ask if you'd like to take a walk with me outside," he uttered, his words reveali
Catherine pov. After the Alpha had agreed to my request, I sent for Phillips, who appeared visibly perplexed and at a loss for words. "Go and pack up. We are both going to the Black Moon Pack," I instructed. As I moved about my room, carefully gathering a few essential items into a compact backpack, a look of confusion spread across Phillips' face. "Lora, what are you doing?" he asked, unable to comprehend the urgency behind my actions. I explained, "I spoke with my father, and he granted permission for me to visit the Black Moon Pack for two days before returning." Once I finished packing, I stood before Phillips and noticed him frozen, his gaze fixed upon me. "Are you coming or not?" I questioned. With no other options, he chose to accompany me as we made our way through the castle, embarking on a journey by foot towards the Black Moon Pack. Suddenly, he halted, turning to face me. "You know it's a long journey, Lora. Why don't we transform into our wolves? It will help us r
Philip pov. I have observed numerous changes in Lora since her demise. She has always exhibited peculiar behavior, but more often than not, she behaves pleasantly. Witnessing her rescue of that elderly gentleman prompts me to ponder whether this is truly Lora or someone else dwelling within her being. I have noticed her unwavering desire to join the formidable Black Moon Pack. It consumes her thoughts with great intensity. On the day she awakened, I discerned her inquisitive inquiry about her location and her discussion of bearing a child with the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. I endeavored to comprehend the reason behind her sentiments and uncovered the tragic demise of the Alpha's Black Moon Pack spouse shortly after childbirth, leaving behind a son. Most of the time, I strive to ascertain the accuracy of my thoughts. To aid in my deliberations, I retrieved one of my strawberry perfumes and delicately sprayed its fragrance around my person. Approaching Lora cautiously, she conver
Catherine pov. I stared at them, my eyes fixated on their faces, searching for the right words that eluded me. The reason I found myself in this place, at this moment, was a simple one—I came here to see my son. With a concerted effort, I turned my body towards them, molding a smile upon my lips, attempting to conceal the turbulence within. Thoughts raced through my mind, desperately seeking the perfect utterance. Just as Lux, my son, was about to break the silence, I seized the opportunity and interjected. "I heard the tragic news of your wife's passing, and I came here seeking answers, yearning to understand the circumstances of her untimely demise." The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, prompting an eerie stillness to settle upon us. Had I overstepped, delving too deeply into the painful realm of death? "I... I..." I stumbled, my intention to retract my statement, abruptly interrupted by Lux's voice. "It's alright," he reassured me. "Why don't we proceed to have dinne
Catherine pov. I politely entered the hall, laughing out loud, as I listened to him talk. Never before had I seen Lux this funny! I stopped in front of him, and he halted too, gazing at me. I peered back at him, moving closer, wondering, "What should I say just by looking at him?" "May I see your son?" I asked, uncertain if he would shout at me. He continued to stare at me and then silently walked away. I stood there, filled with sadness, and decided to retreat to my room. "Are you following me?" Startled, I turned around, spotting him standing there, his gaze fixed upon me. I smiled and swiftly darted into his room. I approached the baby crib, observing my little boy slumbering peacefully. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I marveled at his softness and sweetness. I noticed Lux walking up behind me, placing his hands on my child's face. "Can you tell me his name?" I smiled, studying my child, who slept like an angel. "His name is Andrew." Smiling, I gently kissed Andrew's che