As I descended from the upper floor, my mind was already filled with a thousand thoughts. The fact that Elsa had disappeared was like a weight on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for her safety. I had to find her, no matter what.But as I reached the ground floor, I was met not by Nia, but by Ursula. My heart sank as I realized that I would not be getting any information from her. Ursula was always so indifferent, with her hands crossed over her chest and an expression that gave away nothing.I wanted to ask her if she had seen Elsa, but I knew it would be pointless. Ursula was not the kind of person who would give me a straight answer. Instead, I tried to read her expression, hoping to find some clue as to where Nia might be. But there was nothing, just that same blank stare.As I looked at Ursula, her demeanor was telling me that she was being dramatic because of what had happened between us the last time. I could see the pettiness in her eyes, and I knew that
ALPHA ARTHUR'S POV.As I stood there at the gate, confusion and anger burning within me, I realized I had no idea what to do next. My mind was racing with questions, doubts, and fears. Where could Elsa have gone? Was she taken by someone? Why didn't anyone see her? I had so many unanswered questions, and I didn't know who to trust.And the fact that nobody had any positive answers to my questions had me pissed off so much that I wanted to punch something to relieve my anger or take my wolf for a very long run. I could feel my wolf simmering below the surface as the whole thing happened. I growled at him to be still but he was far from that. Moments like this when he grew agitated left me with no choice other than to find the source of his discomfort.Turning towards the guards, I asked them, "Have any of you seen Elsa? Where did she go?"They all looked at each other, and one of them spoke up, "No, my Lord. We haven't seen her. We don't know where she went."I felt my blood boil. "Th
ELSA'S POV.As I opened my eyes that morning, I was immediately struck by the feeling that something was not quite right. It took a moment for me to realize that I wasn't in my room. Panic started to rise in my chest as I looked around, trying to get my bearings.I was lying in a large, plush bed with silky sheets that felt unfamiliar to me. The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, with heavy drapes over the windows and ornate furnishings that spoke of luxury and wealth. Everything about it was so different from my modest quarters that I couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.As I sat up in bed, my mind raced with questions. How did I end up here? What happened to me? Was I kidnapped? Fear and confusion gripped me, and I struggled to make sense of the situation.I got out of bed, feeling disoriented and dizzy, and made my way over to the window. Looking outside, I saw that I was in a large castle surrounded by high walls and guards patrolling the perimeter. The sight
ARTHUR'S POV.I stood there, staring at Elsa, who was seated on the bed, looking as surprised as I was. But my anger was directed towards Ursula, who was standing there with a guilty look on her face.My blood boiled with rage as I realized the extent of her deceit. She had deliberately misled me and the rest of the pack, causing us to waste valuable time searching for Elsa when she was safe all along. My jaw clenched as I struggled to contain my fury.I couldn't believe that Ursula, my wife, would betray me and the pack like this. I had always trusted her, but now that trust had been shattered. I could feel the heat rising in my body, my muscles tensing as I fought to control my rage.As I glared at Ursula, she flinched under my intense gaze. She knew she had done wrong, and the guilt was written all over her face. But her remorse was too little, too late. My fury burned hot like wildfire, and nothing she could say or do would quench it.I felt betrayed, humiliated, and furious all a
NIA'S POV.As I walked with Elsa in the garden, I pointed out different types of flowers and told her their names. She was so interested and asked so many questions that it made me smile. It was refreshing to see someone so eager to learn and appreciate the beauty of nature."That's a beautiful rose," I said, pointing to a vibrant red one.Elsa nodded, "Yes, it is. It's my favorite."We stopped by a patch of purple tulips, and I crouched down to get a closer look before picking them. "These are my favorite flowers," I said."Why is that?" Elsa asked, crouching down next to me."I just love the color, and they always remind me of the coming of spring," I replied.We walked around for a while, enjoying the fresh air and the calming atmosphere of the garden. Elsa was a great companion and we talked about everything and nothing. It was like we had known each other for years.When it started getting dark, I suggested that we go back inside. But Elsa refused, saying that she didn't want to
ELSA'S POV. I returned to my room, my back still aching from the previous night's events. I wanted to take a bath and prepare for the day ahead, hoping that things would start to look up. As I drew the bath and waited for it to fill up, I realized that I was still confused about what had happened between me and Savio. I was still scared, yet inexplicably drawn to him. I pushed those thoughts aside for now and decided to focus on getting ready.I stepped outside to grab my clothes, but what I saw next completely shocked me. My mother was sitting on my bed, blood streaming from her eyes. I was taken aback and couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought I was hallucinating or something. Her eyes were like nothing I had ever seen before. They were completely red as if she had been crying blood. Her skin was ashen, and she looked as if she was on the brink of death.I stumbled backward, my heart racing. I tried to speak, but no words came out. I couldn't even scream. All I could do was
ARTHUR'S POV.I woke up this morning feeling exhausted. My mind and body were drained from the constant politics and responsibilities of being the Lycan King. I knew I had a busy day ahead of me, but I couldn't even find the energy to lift myself off the bed.I lay in bed for a few minutes, trying to gather my thoughts and muster up some strength. I then remembered that I had sent for the diviner to come to see me this morning. I knew I needed his guidance and insight to make the right decisions for my kingdom.As I slowly got up from my bed, I could feel my body protesting each movement. My muscles ached and my bones felt like they were made of lead. I had barely slept the night before, and the stress of the day before was still weighing heavily on me.I made my way to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and tried to shake off the tiredness. I knew I had to get ready for the diviner's arrival, but I could barely summon the energy to get dressed.As I put on my royal attire,
I left the dining hall feeling quite relieved. The meal was quite sumptuous, but I could only manage to eat a small portion of it. My thoughts were preoccupied with Elsa and the strange occurrence in her room. I could not wait to get back to my room and sort out my thoughts.As I walked through the hallway, I could feel the coldness of the castle seep into my bones. It was always chilly, but today it felt particularly frigid. I wrapped my fur shawl around me tightly, trying to preserve as much heat as I could.The corridors were empty, and I could hear the echo of my footsteps with each stride. It was almost as if the entire castle was in a state of slumber. The only sounds were the creaking of the doors and the hushed whispers of the guards.I made my way up the spiral staircase that led to my room. The staircase was narrow, and I had to take each step cautiously. At the top, I stopped to catch my breath, leaning against the wall. The castle's height always left me a bit lightheaded,