George sat beside Aloha's bed in the hospital, holding her hand gently. He could see the fear in her eyes and knew he needed to calm her down. "Aloha," he said softly, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I promise you're safe, no one will hurt you." Aloha looked at him, still trembling slightly. "I can't believe this is real," she said. "Werewolves,… it's like something out of a horror movie." George smiled reassuringly. "I know it's scary, but if the wolves wanted to harm you, they would have done italready. They're not as bad as people make them out to be." Aloha nodded slowly, starting to relax a little. She couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in George. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I don't know what I would do without you." George chuckled. "You make it sound like I'm an angel or something." Aloha smiled weakly. "Maybe you are. You certainly seem to know what you're talking about." George laughed. "I'm just a guy who's been around a while. I've seen a lot of things." A
Ariel stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the crowded dance floor. The music was so loud, it was almost deafening. The club was filled with smoke, the dim lighting made it difficult to see clearly. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she waited for her drink, she noticed a familiar face on the dance floor. It was Andre, the man she had been searching for. Ariel picked up her drink and made her way to the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music. She approached Andre, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, Andre," she shouted over the music. Andre turned around, surprised to see Ariel. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here," he said. "I need your help," Ariel replied, her voice barely audible over the music. "What's going on?" Andre asked he found his way out of the dancing floor and Ariel followed him and he spot a stool and slid onto "Hey there, handsome," Ariel purred, sliding onto the stool next to him.
George stood in the hallway, waiting for her. When he saw Aloha approaching, he rushed over to her, he had sent a maid to call her for him. "How are you doing?" he asked, standing in front of her. Last night, after George left the king's chamber, he followed Ragnar's instructions creating a friendship with Aloha, and trying to make her trust him. However, George made sure to position himself beside her when she woke up today, since then, their communication had improved, and Aloha seemed more comfortable around him. Although Ragnar had instructed George not to touch Aloha, he told him to comfort Aloha and teach her how to use her powers. Yet George didn't know when he would lose control around her again because even now, her blood is driving him crazy but he wanted her to heal little Effa before he would take any action on how to have her. George held Aloha's waist as they walked toward Effa's room, ignoring the stares of the guards in the hallway As they exited the main mansion
IN COMA REALM Effa jolted upright as she heard Daphne's threat to Aloha, wanting Alpha Ragnar to punish her. She tried to move out from the shell that enclosed her, but the glistening barriers, which blocked her spirit from accessing her physical body, wouldn't let her pass. "No!! I have to save her. I want to go back to my body," she growled. Effa had been in this coma realm for the past ten years, and she had never wished to go back to her physical body, even though she was lonely there with no one to communicate with. She saw it as a punishment for making her uncle kill an innocent person because of her. There was only one thing that could make her want to go back to her body, and that was if she remembered the person who made her sick. But she couldn't remember. The guilt of letting someone die because of her made her not want to leave. However, hearing Aloha's sweet voice, telling her that his uncle might be wicked, but he cares for her and wants her to get well, intrigue
Finally, Aloha turned back, wanting to go back to her room until an idea struck her mind---An idea of how to save herself, then she started on her tracks wanting to find George's room. After a while Aloha's heart was pounding as she stumbled out of the hallway, gasping for air. She had been running for what seemed like forever, trying to find her way through the maze-like palace to George's room. But the endless twists and turns had only left her more lost and confused. She found it difficult to locate George's room as she was not familiar with the palace and had a tendency to forget directions. Aloha navigated through the unfamiliar palace hallway, she spotted a figure emerging from a nearby doorway. It was none other than Marcus, the notorious playboy prince, who had his arm wrapped around a stunning woman. Aloha observed as he leaned in to kiss the woman's cheek, feeling a pang of disgust as she watched his flirtatious behavior. Aloh couldn't quite understand why she felt so bot
George opened the door, and Marcus stood revealed, flashing a sly smile. "Hey, George. Can I come in?" he asked, his eyes darting towards Aloha. Before George could answer, Aloha spoke up, "Actually, I'll talk to him in private," she said, making her way to the door, looking surprised. Marcus stepped aside, holding the door open for her. As she passed, he leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "Be careful of George." Aloha scoffed at his warning, knowing Marcus was a flirt. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. As Marcus walked away, Aloha clenched her hands, wondering who to trust - the flirtatious prince or the doctor who had saved her life. She hissed under her breath and made her way back to the room, where George was waiting, his jealousy bubbling over. "How do you know him?" George demanded, bombarding Aloha with questions. "He brought me here," Aloha replied, trying to keep her tone even. "Why did he come back?" George asked, suspicio
Aloha was shaking as she walked along the quiet road, her heart beating heavily. Everywhere was dark, unable to know where she was, and she hadn't come in contact with anyone, making her shuddering. She felt so scared walking alone in the darkness, she wondered how she got here in the first place, she tried going into the memory lane of how she got here but nothing seemed to pop out. Suddenly, she caught the glimpse of a dim light infiltrating the darkness, she knitted her brows in relief and followed the trail of the light. She wrapped her hands around her shoulder as she walked timidly and anxiously following the light, all she wanted was to reach the light hurriedly. She felt there was a shadow trailing after her, instilling more fear in her, she jumped as a chirping penetrated into her ears. Oh!… she mumbled and felt relieved seeing, it was just a flying bird. Finally, she breathed deeply as she moved closer to the light until she was staring at the light intently. Her mout
After Aloha recited the last words of the spell, a loud crack appeared in the ceiling of the room, and she let out a high-pitched scream. “Urgh!” She yelped and reached for the floor immediately, losing consciousness. Alpha Ragnar rushed to carry her up from the ground. Fear coursed through his mind, although it never lasted longer than a minute. With Aloha in his hands, he wanted to leave the room, his eyes narrowed on her younger sister, she was transforming. He could feel the crunching and cracking occurring to the body of her little sister, letting out a loud growl as she ripped the wrapper used to cover her nakedness. Her claws began to come out, and her furs spurred all out, across her face and body. He watched as her little Effa transformed into a wolf form, a beautiful white wolf with caramel eyes; he hadn't seen for the past ten years. “She's healed! She healed her” He mumbled happily. He had almost given up on her, thinking she would never transform back to her wolf