I looked at her calmly and said, "Beth, do you think I don't know the truth? I'll be back sooner or later. When I'm back, my wolf will bite your neck with its teeth!"
"You—!" Beth's eyes widened in shock, probably because she didn't expect me to say anything like that. I had never challenged them like this in the past year.
I should thank them for giving me the chance to escape from here.
Ignoring Beth, I walked towards the main hall and politely greeted the man. He looked at me, and under his mask were deep emerald eyes.
With just one glance, I felt drawn to them—irresistibly pulled in by the charm and mystery they held. It was enough to leave me momentarily lost in thought.
"This is Raymond, your betrothed," Joseph's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Are you Lily's daughter?" Raymond asked, looking directly at me.
My heart tightened. Lily... my mother.
"Yes," I answered quickly, trying to keep my composure.
"Come with me." Raymond wasted no words, turning his wheelchair towards the door.
No wedding ceremony. No promises. No family blessings. I quickly followed Raymond, pushing his wheelchair.
Raymond didn't refuse. When I left the Pack, I felt a strange sense of freedom, something I hadn't experienced before.
As I glanced back at the place, I'd called home for over a decade, I had never thought I'd leave it like this.
"Is that all your belongings?" Raymond asked, looking at the box in my hand.
"Yes, I don't have much," I replied.
"I'm a Rogue. I don't have a Pack. If you mind my status, or if you're having second thoughts…" Raymond's voice gradually faded away.
I had to admit, his voice was pleasant, like smooth, intoxicating wine—rich and seductive.
"I won't... I won't regret it," I said, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling inside me.
Raymond didn't seem surprised: " Let's leave."Raymond drove a black car with a dedicated driver. He didn't seem like the typical rogue wandering aimlessly.
He felt more like a lone wolf. But lone wolves usually lived alone because of the inconvenience, so why would he hire someone?
"How old are you?" Raymond asked me.
"19..." I replied.
He paused as if surprised by my youth age. "I'm 25, a bit older than you. I'm sorry about your parents. Mine also left me a year ago."
"About the wedding...""It’s okay!" I replied quickly, not wanting to cause any trouble. "Even if we don't have a wedding, I won't mind.”
After all, escaping that place was the best thing that could happen!
"No… the wedding should still happen," Raymond said, his voice calm. "It just might take place where humans live. Can you adapt?"
The Fang Pack had always lived deep in the jungle, and since my parents have avoided contact with humans, we rarely ventured into human territories.
I didn't expect him to understand this. "It's okay! I don't mind."
Raymond nodded, then asked me a few more questions and briefly introduced his situation.
Undeniably, Raymond was nothing like I imagined. He had a certain gentlemanly grace about him, with manners and courtesy that felt almost effortless.
After about an hour’s drive, we arrived at a seaside city—my first time seeing the sea. I couldn't help but marvel, rolling down the window to feel the salty sea breeze against my skin.
I had always lived in the jungle and had only seen the sea on my phone.
"Do you like the sea?" Raymond asked, glancing at me.
I nodded, unable to hide my awe. "It's my first time seeing the sea. It's so beautiful."
The sunlight shimmered on the azure waves, reflecting a gem-like radiance.
"Then you'll probably like the new house I've prepared," Raymond said, offering a faint smile.
Though his mask covered his face, his lips and chin hinted at a handsome man underneath. Raymond's villa was secluded from human eyes but close to the sea. He pressed a button on his wheelchair, signaling for me to follow, and pointed to a room on the second floor. "This is your room."
I blinked, surprised. "And where will you be?"
"I'll be in the room opposite yours. In between, there's a study and entertainment room. If you need anything, feel free to ask the servants. We don't have many rules here. Also, if you're ready, the wedding will be in three days," he said, smiling before wheeling away. I stood on the balcony of the second floor, waving as he left.
He returned my wave with a faint smile, then wheeled away.
Leaning against the balcony, I let the sea breeze wash over me, listening to the sound of the waves. Everything felt surreal, like a dream.
Raymond's POV
Today was the day I fulfilled my engagement. Though I didn't want to, I had to honor the blood oath my parents had made. I met my fiancée—her golden-brown hair and striking beauty were hard to ignore. Her eyes, like those of a mischievous fox, were captivating, while her straight nose and full lips reminded me of a blooming white lily in spring.
Innocent beauty.
As I took off my mask, the driver asked, "Leaving Caitlyn's alone in the villa, is that okay?"
"Return to the pack," I replied curtly, no longer interested in pretending.
My pack was on an island. I stood up from my wheelchair, masking my pheromones with a special perfume. It wasn't to deceive the girl but because I didn't fully trust her yet.
Seeing me, the pack's beta, Allen, quickly approached. I instructed him, "Prepare a wedding gown..."
Once again, thoughts of the girl lingered. Despite being an omega in the weak wolf, there was something in her eyes—pure, intelligent, determined.
Preferring to hide her true thoughts, though the deception seemed childish... and maybe even cute?
"Extravagant, expensive."
"The wedding should be... simple."
Caitlyn's POV
For two days, I hadn't seen Raymond, and it had been the most peaceful time I'd had in ages. No endless chores, no putting up with Beth's abuse and mockery.
I could sleep in as long as I wanted.
Oh, Moon Goddess, only you know how I survived the past year.
It felt like living in hell.
But I couldn't sit idle. With my newfound freedom, it was time to start investigating my parents' deaths.
The only one left in the villa was Shay—the maid Raymond had assigned to look after me.
I hoped she could become a friend, I felt incredibly alone.
Now that I was no longer the alpha's heir, my old friends have distanced themselves from me.
Even my only real friend had been absent for a long time, as I hadn't returned to school in ages.
"Shay, I’m going for a walk by the sea at noon! You don't need to prepare lunch for me," I said happily to Shay in the bustling dining room.
"Understood, Miss Caitlyn," she replied.
As I opened the door, I froze. Raymond was sitting outside in his wheelchair, still wearing his golden mask.
"Oh... Mr. Raymond," I said nervously.
"Are you going to the beach?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Then let’s go together," he said gently, his tone polite.
"Allow me to push your wheelchair.""Of course."
There were hardly any humans or other werewolves around here—only the rustle of coconut trees in the wind and the rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the beach.
"Are you getting used to it?" he asked me.
"It's wonderful here," I replied sincerely.
"I'm glad you like it. I hope you're ready for the wedding tomorrow."
Honestly, I didn't care much about the details of the wedding. But I couldn't help asking, "Will Joseph and his daughter be there too?"
"Who?"
"The alpha of the Fang Pack and his daughter."
"They'll need to be present," Raymond said, seeming to sense my unease. He reassured me, "Don't worry, nothing unexpected will happen."
"Okay." I nodded, feeling more at ease. After all, I had escaped the Fang Pack! What else was there to worry about?
When we returned to the villa in the evening, Shya had prepared dinner, enough for two.
It was even my favorite: salmon.
I could hardly contain my joy.
Late into the night, I found Raymond hadn't left. "Sir, are you staying here tonight?"
"Yes, preparing for tomorrow's wedding," he replied, holding a book and nodding.
I felt a bit uneasy. It was the first time I had spent time with Raymond. After all, we were still strangers who had only met two days ago.
"Don't worry, get some rest," he said, gently stroking my head.
After he went to his room, I breathed a sigh of relief. Raymond was different; he didn't seem like a rogue at all.
Late at night, unable to sleep, I decided to go downstairs to get some water.
"Still awake?" Raymond's voice, steady and unexpected, startled me from behind, nearly making me drop the glass in my hand.
"Sorry if I scared you," he apologized.
He was sitting in his wheelchair, apparently downstairs for water, still wearing the mask.
Had he been wearing it at home the entire time?
I couldn't help but feel a little concerned. It must be uncomfortable, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up. When Raymond had the mask on, it was easy to imagine he was a handsome guy. But after his face was damaged, perhaps he didn't want others to mention it.
In the end, I didn't say anything.
Caitlyn's POVTime had passed. The world was still quiet—peaceful, even. Not perfect, but alive. I walked through the heart of Eldoria, my footsteps soft on the stone paths that had replaced the battlefields. What once was a place of endless fight had now become a sanctuary, not just for wolves, but for anyone who had lived through the darkness.The grounds were lined with flowers, the scent of earth and life filling the air. The stone paths wound through trees that now stood tall and strong, as if they, too, had found the strength to stand in the sun after so many years of shadow.I stopped at the tree—the one where Raymond and I had first truly connected, where we had both bared our souls to each other for the first time. Our initials were carved into the bark, faint but enduring. The mark of our bond, written into the very heart of Eldoria, glowing softly with the magic we had chosen together.Raymond appeared beside me, his presence solid, steady. We
Caitlyn's POVRaymond and I returned to Eldoria, not as conquerors, not as the chosen, but as two wolves who had learned the weight of love and the freedom it could bring. We had the glyphs of legacy in our possession, the knowledge of the old ones who had come before us, and we knew what we had to do next.We established the Moon Archive. A place of truth. A living library of stories written not by victors, but by those who had survived the wars—the ones who had endured the pain, the loss, and the hope. We invited wolves of all kinds—rogue, pureblood, mixed—to contribute their stories. Their grief. Their joy. Every piece of truth, every memory, every tale would live on here.It didn’t matter who we were before. All that mattered now was who we were going to become. The young ones gathered around me as I read aloud the story of the Prime Wolf—not as a monster, not as an enemy—but as a warning. A lesson on the dangers of fear. Fear of what love could do, how it c
Caitlyn's POVThe cloaked figure before us was silent for a long time. When it finally spoke, its voice was low, almost a whisper carried on the wind. "Love forged in fire can still blind," it said, eyes glowing with an intensity that matched the weight of its words. "Before you lead others into peace, you must face one last Trial of Two."I exchanged a glance with Raymond, unsure of what was coming next, but resolute in my belief that we could face whatever it was together. The figure’s next words, though, sent a shiver through me.“The trial is not a battle,” the figure continued. “It is a mirror walk. You will each face your own labyrinth, built from your fears, your regrets, your choices. And you must find each other in the center—not by memory, but by feeling. By the bond you share."Raymond and I stood there for a moment, the weight of the trial sinking in. This wasn’t something that could be fought. We couldn’t rely on strength or weapons. We had t
Caitlyn's POVThe dreams started creeping back in, and this time, they weren't about the Prime Wolf. No, this was something older, something deeper, something that stirred in the shadows of my mind. I saw ruins—crumbling structures long forgotten by time. I heard whispers, foreign and ancient, speaking in tongues that made my skin prickle. And always, there was a throne, made of ashes and bone, sitting in the center of it all.I woke from one such dream with a sense of unease. It wasn't fear, not exactly, but something close—something that warned me. These weren’t just memories. These were messages. A reminder, perhaps, of something buried beneath everything we thought we had finished with.I confided in Raymond the next morning. He listened carefully, as always, his brow furrowed in thought, but there was no panic in his gaze. "Maybe we need to look at it differently," he suggested quietly. "Not as warriors, but as historians. Let's seek knowledge, not weapons.
Caitlyn's POVFor the first time in months, the world was quiet. There were no whispers of the Prime Wolf, no prophecies hanging over us, no battles to fight. The moon glowed silver, not red. The night felt like it had finally exhaled, and I couldn’t help but let myself breathe in the peace.I woke slowly, lazily entangled in Raymond’s arms. There were no nightmares, no rushing thoughts of a future I couldn’t control. There was only warmth, the softness of his skin against mine, and the quiet, peaceful rhythm of our breathing.I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this calm. It had been a long time since I was able to just exist—without the weight of the world on my shoulders. The future didn’t feel so heavy anymore. I could almost taste the freedom, and it was sweet.I spent my days reacquainting myself with life outside of battle. I helped with the pack children, playing with them, teaching them the things they would need to know to grow up in this n
Caitlyn's POVI walked through the heart of Eldoria with Raymond at my side, my steps light despite the weight of everything we had been through. For the first time, I didn’t feel like the prophecy’s child, or a weapon made to be wielded. I was simply Caitlyn. Just Caitlyn. And I stood there not as a chosen one, but as a leader by choice, as Alpha by choice.The people were bowing, as they had always done. And as they did, I stopped. I looked at them—at my people—and I didn’t feel the need to make them kneel anymore. I wasn’t the ruler they feared. I wasn’t here to hold them under my thumb. I wanted something different. I wanted them to stand beside me, not in submission, but in strength.“I want your loyalty, not your fear,” I said, my voice clear and strong. “I want your hands, not your knees.”The air shifted as my words settled into the space between us. There was no more need for the o